Obviously, the white feather Tianpeng and the captured golden-winged Tianpeng are the same group, and calling the other party the young master, it must be the existence of the golden-winged Tianpeng guard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

White Feather Tianpeng must have known about the traces of the Golden-winged Tianpeng for a long time, and even placed it in this hidden valley.

It's just that I don't know what the reason is, the white feather Tianpeng didn't care about the golden-winged Tianpeng for the time being, and let Tan Hanyuan and the others take advantage of a loophole, and now he has returned here, and he has disappeared from the golden-winged Tianpeng, but he has met Tan Hanyuan and the others, and he doesn't have to think about it to know who to settle the account.

With his head held high, the man in white didn't even look at Tan Hanyuan, waiting for his answer.

But what was surprising was that Tan Hanyuan did not give in, struggled to stand up, glared at the man in white, and suddenly threw out a broken sword with only a sword head in his hand.

"Demon beast, die. With a loud roar, Tan Hanyuan poured all his mana into the broken sword with only the head of the sword.

The next moment, the broken sword golden mangs were victorious, turning into a small golden sword and shooting straight at the man in white.

Facing the golden sword, the man in white was finally moved, his brows furrowed, his figure retreated ten zhang rapidly, and the momentum around his body climbed, but he didn't show any mana, but a white halo rose in front of him, blocking the golden sword outside, and the two formed a stalemate.

Looking at such a scene, Chang Feng couldn't help but be surprised: "Could it be that Deacon Tan just urged a magic weapon?"

In the world of cultivating immortals, monks generally use spiritual weapons to fight and fight, and spiritual weapons have one to nine different grades from low to high level according to the refining materials and refining methods.

The higher the level of the spirit weapon, the stronger the power in the hands of the monk, but there is another special auxiliary means in the world of cultivating immortals, which is called a magic weapon.

Spiritual weapons are generally used by monks to fight and fight, but the use of magic weapons is far more extensive than spiritual weapons, fighting, healing, hiding, storing, and even destroying the world, can be driven out of the hands of monks, and its role and power are naturally far beyond spiritual weapons.

There is a distinction between acquired and innate magic weapons.

The innate magic weapon is born from the gathering of the power of nature in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and belongs to the birth of Heaven and Earth, each of which has the power of seizing the Heaven and Earth, and is a rare existence in the world of cultivating immortals, even if it is a monk of the Three Realms of Immortals, it may not have it.

The acquired magic weapon is refined by the monk using various minerals, demon beasts and demon pills, with three orders of heaven, earth and man, which requires the monk to cooperate with the Yuan Infant Divine Soul to use it legally, and it can be separated from the hands of the monk and play a role from a distance, which is naturally not comparable to the spirit weapon.

As for the monks below the Yuan Infant level, except for a very small number of individual beings who use special methods to urge, others can't urge at all, even if they get the magic weapon and keep it in their hands, it's useless.

It is precisely because of this reason that the strength of the Yuanying Monk is often reflected in a magic weapon, and having a magic weapon that can be activated is enough to make a Jiedan monk become a top-notch existence at the Yudan level, and even have the strength to challenge the Yuanying Monk.

Out of curiosity, Chang Feng once asked a few senior brothers, at least on the bright side, his masters Le Chi and Zhu Yan and others did not have magic weapons.

And Tan Hanyuan has it, although it is only a half-cut sword, but from the point of view of urging the attack to leave the hand, it must be a magic weapon, there is no doubt that this is also Tan Hanyuan's final means.

Faced with Tan Hanyuan's urging methods, the man in white treated him indifferently, and let the golden broken sword urged by Tan Hanyuan attack, but he was never able to break through the defense of the man in white.

Although he sacrificed the strongest means, Tan Hanyuan knew that his own means alone could not cause much damage to the man in white.

Turning his head to look at Chang Feng, Che Meng and the others, Tan Hanyuan rarely leaked a bitter smile on his face, and said to everyone: "Disciples, this time we will live and die together." ”

Li Kuoer has already left, and he will definitely not come in a short time, and even if there is an early warning, it is estimated that there will be no high-level monks to come to support, not to mention that the man in white will not let them issue an early warning.

Death catastrophe, for them this is really a death catastrophe.

"Deacon Tan, sooner or later, you will die, why should you be afraid of death. Knowing that he had fallen into a mortal situation, Xie Minghe shouted, looking at death as home.

"Death is death, this girl is not afraid of death. Che Meng also put on a posture of seeing death as home, obviously the more than two years of war have made this fat sister grow.

Duan Zhuozi and the other Zhuji disciple were silent, with a look of pain and despair on their faces, obviously they didn't want to die, and they didn't have the heart to see death as home.

Chang Feng also didn't say a word, not that he was afraid of death or not afraid of death, but he still had a final retreat, but he didn't dare to use this retreat until he had to.

Glancing at Chang Feng, Tan Hanyuan said with a wry smile: "Chang Feng, this time, I'm afraid my mouth won't work." ”

"Deacon Tan, the world is impermanent, and we may not die. In such a scene, Chang Feng didn't know how to express himself, so he could only say a perfunctory sentence.

But as soon as these words came out, Tan Hanyuan was also shocked, and thought that Chang Feng had some means, but when he saw Chang Feng staring directly at the man in white motionless, he had nothing to say.

The golden broken sword and the defensive spell urged by the man in white were deadlocked, and in the end, the power of the golden broken sword was exhausted, and the light instantly dimmed, and it was taken into the hand of the man in white.

"A human race monk has a broken magic weapon in his hands, you human race is really rich. Not at all worried about Tan Hanyuan and the others escaping, the man in white pinched the broken sword and sighed, and then put it away.

Looking at Tan Hanyuan, who no longer had any mana, the man in white said indifferently: "For the sake of this broken magic weapon, this seat can leave you a whole corpse, now tell me, where is the young master of this clan?"

"Demon beast, if you want to kill, kill it, where is there so much nonsense?" Tan Hanyuan was still as tough as ever.

"It's not easy to die. Dressed in indifference, the man in white waved his palm in the air, and Tan Hanyuan's body instantly rose into the air and fell to the ground.

With a muffled snort, Tan Hanyuan didn't say a word, just stared at the man in white indifferently, with endless hatred in his eyes, obviously holding the will to die.

"Say it or not, it's you. As he spoke, the man in white grabbed the air in a volley, and the fellow monk of the foundation rose up in the air, obviously three feet apart, but his neck seemed to be grabbed and he struggled in the air.

"Click. With a bang, there was a crisp sound from the neck of the Monk Zhuji, and his legs immediately went limp, and he fell to the ground and was destroyed.

Killing his companions in such a way in front of his own eyes was far greater than the death of many people in the melee, and it had a great impact on Chang Feng's heart.

Xie Minghe and Che Meng's eyes widened, their faces changed slightly, Chang Feng's heart beat violently a few times, and his eyes stared straight at the man in white.

And Duan Zhuozi's face turned pale, and after some changes, he finally couldn't hold on, and stepped forward and begged for mercy loudly: "Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives, I say, I say." ”

"Duan Zhuozi, you traitor. Seeing this, Tan Hanyuan scolded.

But the man in white suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha...... I know how weak you Terrans are, haha......"

Looking at Duan Zhuozi who gave in, and then at the man in white who was laughing, Chang Feng sighed in his heart: "Under such heavy pressure, there are really people who can't hold on, this demon cultivation is really not simple." ”

Although the man in white was a shape-shifting demon cultivator, he was already enlightened and knew how to grasp the psychology of others, seeing that Tan Hanyuan was a hard bone, he immediately attracted the attention of others and killed one in person, and immediately someone was overwhelmed and gave in to him.

For this situation, Chang Feng knows that this is the weak side of human nature.

Master Le Chi had communicated with him on this issue, Chang Feng naturally would not give in to the demon clan like Duan Zhuozi, but it didn't mean that he was fearless, and now he could only be glad that the man in white just now was not the first to execute him.

Otherwise, he can only shrink into the white jade stick, and as for the future, he can only take one step at a time.

"This lord, if I tell me the whereabouts of your young master, will you let me go?" has already given in, Duan Zhuozi has no room for repentance, even if Tan Hanyuan's eyes are eager to kill him, he can only save his life.

But the man in white glared at him coldly, and only said one word: "Say." ”

His face was gloomy and indifferent, and there was indifference in his words that could not be refused, just by looking at it, Duan Zhuozi kowtowed and said everything: "My lord, that golden-winged Tianpeng was taken away by a Yuan Infant Peak Master of this sect, and we don't know where it went." ”

"My lord, I said, you can surround me from dying!" After answering, Duan Zhuozi begged for mercy again, with a handful of snot and tears, he was really terrified.

But to the surprise of Chang Feng and the others, the man in white waved his palm, Duan Zhuozi snorted, and his chest collapsed.

"You...... I'm begging for ......" Staring at a pair of big puzzled eyes, Duan Zhuozi, who was kneeling on the ground, fell to the ground with full of unwillingness and endless remorse.

"What is spineless is not worth living in. Glancing indifferently at the destroyed Duan Zhuozi, the man in white said indifferently.

Duan Zhuozi is a person from the political affairs hall, and he has been following Tan Hanyuan around, especially after Cheng Wenkang was killed, he became a right-hand man of Tan Hanyuan in the stronghold.

The person has been destroyed, Tan Hanyuan no longer cares, looking at Duan Zhuozi's corpse and roaring hatefully: "He has already begged for mercy, why do you still want to kill him?"

"Kill him? Hmph, the enmity between the two races is not the same, and when you meet, either you die or I live, not only him, you all have to die. With a cold snort, accompanied by the words, the figure of the man in white rose into the air and spread his arms towards several people.