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Several scattered cultivators who were proficient in medical skills were doing their best to heal Qin Feng's injuries. However, the kung fu of the tea actually healed six layers, but the most important thing was Qin Feng's strong regeneration ability.

The monks around Thursday couldn't help but smack their tongues and whispered to each other. Looking at Qin Feng's eyes, he unconsciously felt a little more afraid and jealous.

Danhua clasped his hands on his chest, and he didn't know why: "Qin Feng, why don't you fight?" But Fang just intercepted the pursuers for Fan Yin, and was besieged by more than 100 wizards, and suffered some injuries, which was very unhappy.

Qin Feng explained: "Since the victory is decided, there is no need to make meaningless losses!" As he spoke, he looked up at the walled city floating in the sky.

I saw that the sorcerers of the Fire Clan had cowered on top of the walled city. Relying on geographical advantages, stubbornly resisting. This floating walled city should be a magic weapon, and the monks of the Ice Spirit Clan seem to want to take it down. Therefore, the enchantment did not continue to bombard, but descended one after another to take the walled city.

"It's time for us to make a move!" As soon as the time came, Qin Feng suddenly got up: "Kill into the treasure house of the Lihuo Clan! All the treasures will be rewarded according to their merits after the battle!"

I have been in business for many years from the Fire Clan, and I don't know how many treasures and spirit stones in the treasure house I want to come to. I just don't know which sorcerer's bag these treasures are in now, or are they still hidden in a hidden place?

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the monks lit up, and they said in unison: "Obey!" Even Fan Yin was flashing with greed, looking up at the sky and eager to fly forward immediately: "Such a big force, I'm afraid it's just a spirit stone among them." There are at least hundreds of thousands, if not millions. ”

"......Uhh

It was able to rise in the sky, but a terrible wail could be heard from above. The pale blue and white mist fell from the top of the city like a waterfall, and a large number of figures were wrapped in it.

Zhao Yiwen exclaimed: "Undead!"

Qin Feng shook his head: "No, this is the Ancestor Heroic Spirit!" This is thanks to Shushui popularizing the common sense of the Wu clan a few days ago, Qin Feng was able to know.

Among the Wicans, unlike the Middle-earth people, let their dead souls return to the underworld. Instead, it is trapped in a container by secret means. However, without the genius earth treasure nourishing, the soul will naturally be extinguished and turned into an unconscious mass of yin qi. But in the eyes of the people of the Wu clan, this is a return to the beginning of Hongmeng, where the Tao is, and the great harmony of life that will eventually usher in.

At the same time, this is also the most powerful treasure among the witch clan. The power of the Yin Soul condensed for hundreds or even thousands of years, how terrifying it was. Under such a pure power, a ghost king will even be born!

The pale blue and white mist swept across the ground like a river. The creatures that are unfortunately involved in it are aging at a rate that is visible to the naked eye. The dead who were infected by it stood up and attacked all the living in a frenzy.

Qin Feng frowned: "Avoid this thing." "You don't need to probe it with your spiritual sense, you can feel the sky-high aura and countless crazy and twisted thoughts in it.

Before he finished speaking, thousands of snake servants had already retreated out of the battlefield like a tide, and the monks also went up to the sky to carefully avoid this ghostly mist. This thing is so mysterious, it's kind of scary.

"I smell it, did you kill the Yan Evil?" A huge figure gathered in this viscous mist, and in an instant, he came to Qin Feng's side.

I can't even see through the cultivation of the comer, but looking at its appearance, it is most likely the initiator of this ghost fog. Among them, the strength is definitely not weak!

This is an old man, his skin swollen and without a trace of blood. Especially the belly, which has an unknown inscription carved on it. It is even bigger than a pregnant woman who is pregnant for ten months, as if it is about to burst. The yellow liquid swayed with the old man's movements, as if it was about to burst at any moment.

The visitor looks twisted and ferocious, more like a carrier that bursts at any moment. Just like the molten undead before them. The monks who had come from Wenli had retreated silently for miles. The rest of the cronies were still standing firmly behind them.

Qin Feng glanced back and kept the rest of the loose cultivation in his heart. These loose cultivators are nothing more than a rabble. The pawn who waved the flag and shouted never took it to heart.

Then he looked at the great undead: "Are you talking about the sorcerer with a stick in his hand? Qin Feng nodded happily in acknowledgement, and then asked rhetorically, "Who are you?"

The monster, which was nearly five meters tall, sneered: "Let you be a ghost, old man from the fire clan patriarch - Yan Bo!"

"You are the patriarch?" Qin Feng was a little surprised, and his attention stopped at the Qiankun bag under his fat belly. "Maybe all the treasures of the Fire Clan are hidden in it. ”

"Poof!"

Action, without warning. I didn't see Yanbo's throat rolling, but it spewed out a white mist.

But he saw Qin Feng's figure flashing, and he had already disappeared.

The monks also showed their magical powers, and fled one after another.

"Wooh!" There were several screams, but the six monks were sprayed by the mist, and their flesh had aged and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when they saw it, they turned into a pile of white bones, without a trace of flesh and blood, as if they had been dead for hundreds of years.

The Nightmare cursed, "Damn!" Not because of the death of the six monks, but because of his pride that Black Flame was restrained by the mist of the dead. Far from burning the mist, it made it a little more abundant. Not only that, but even those Taoist techniques that restrained the undead did not work wonders.

Neither life nor death, Yanbo's body is twisted and ugly. But it's not a purely undead creature. Moreover, the heroic spirits of the Wu clan have been supported and blessed by the clansmen for a long time, and they are not comparable to ordinary undead.

Yan Bo sneered: "Do you think there are just a lot of you?" It seemed that because of Yan Bo's summons, as he spoke, the resurrected undead leaned towards Qin Feng and the others. Unlike ordinary walking corpses, these undead who have been resurrected by dead wizards will instinctively use their spiritual power to fly.

Not only that, but hundreds of witch cultivators poured out of the floating castle and approached Yanbo.

Qin Feng made a decisive decision: "Let's retreat!" As he spoke, the space was torn apart from a crack tens of meters long.

"Space Dao Technique? "The form of the flame wave is bloated, but the speed is not slowed down by this. Not bound by the body at all, propelled by the thick fog of death. A few breaths are hundreds of meters away. Looking up, Qin Feng and his party had already fled and were flying in the direction of the main force of the Ice Spirit Clan.

The middle-aged sorcerer who was the leader, covered in blood and tired that couldn't be concealed, had already suffered a lot of injuries, and the same was true for the sorcerers behind.

The middle-aged sorcerer looked around, and under the enchantment there were all the sorcerers of the Ice Spirit Clan, who had been surrounded by many people, and it was like climbing to the sky to get out of trouble. I can't help but be frustrated: "Patriarch, we should ......"

Yan Bo didn't look at it: "Hmph!" The violent power filled his divine sense, making Yan Bo extremely irritable. When he looked at the Yan Lian in the crowd, he had a hint of clarity. A hint of softness.

"Yan Lian, listen up. Yan Bo's face remained unchanged, but he quietly transmitted: "This battle is estimated to be annihilated, even if the people of the Ji clan break through this formation and escape, it will be difficult to do it." This array is called the Heavenly Separation Array, and it cannot be broken in a short period of time. ”

Yan Lian heard this, and said resolutely: "Father, I am not afraid of death! Until he dies, he returns to the soul of the witch. Even if we die, we will also bite off a piece of the flesh and blood of the Ice Spirit Clan!"

"Good, good. But it's enough for you to have this determination, and in time, you will definitely become a great witch, or even a witch leader!" Yan Bo said with relief, his eyes flashing with light, as if he saw the future.

Anger, hatred, or fear are meaningless. Life or death is just a moment. At this moment, Yan Bo has entrusted everything to Yan Lian, which is not only his father's love, but also his own inheritance and the continuation of life.

Perhaps every time someone comments on Yan Bo, they will give the expression of a brutal, ruthless, and ruthless pragmatist. But only for their descendants, there is only the giving that does not ask for it. This tyrant, from this point of view alone, is much stronger than those hypocrites who place their marriages, favors, and uses in their flesh and blood.

"No, you can't die! you're my only flesh and blood, I've lost your mother, I've lost your two brothers, I can't lose you anymore. You are my future from the Fire Clan!" Although it was only a transmission, Yan Lian could feel the heat in Yan Bo's heart.

"In the past three hundred years, all the treasures harvested by the Fire Clan are in the Qiankun bag I just gave you. With your qualifications, the resources in it are enough to allow you to reach the late stage of the Great Witch or even the Witch Head! By the way, don't come back to avenge me. If you really want to, just cultivate hard, and one day it's not too late to become a witch leader and come again! Haha, when the time comes, you won't be left behind, even the baby. Just as they did. ”

"And there are two spells in this bag, one gray and one white. It was I who once came across a Middle-earth primordial monk who bought a life-saving charm at a great cost. The gray one is called the Soul Dissolving Spell, which can temporarily transform your body into a spirit body, and you can escape the battle without disturbing the main formation. The white spell is called the Xuanfeng Mantra, and what is sealed inside is the Yuanying Monk's escape technique, and the time of a cup of tea can make you fly thousands of miles. Unless it's the witch leader himself, no one can stop you!" Yan Bo said slowly, giving Yan Lian the only hope of life.