Lan Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, a powerful divine sense swept over all the disciples of the Rain Palace, and after a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "Bring me five storage bags." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Storage bag?" The golden sword disciple's eyes showed a blank look, and he touched his chin and said, "The head wants a storage bag......

Halfway through his words, the Golden Sword disciple suddenly frowned, feeling the temperature around him cold, he slowly raised his head and met Lan Feng's cold gaze.

"I ...... I'm going to get it. The Golden Sword disciple was shocked and hurriedly turned around and left.

With a wave of Lan Feng's big hand, the black thorn ball suddenly appeared, and under the sunlight, it exuded a strange metallic luster, and if you look closely, you can find that there is a blue and purple lightning swimming in it.

But at this time, no one will bother to observe the scene carefully, and even if they have this mind, everything that happens next will make their hearts tremble.

Dark clouds began to coalesce in the sky, obscuring the blinding light of the sun, and the sky was dark again, as if it were about to fall.

Two bolts of lightning flashed on the black thorn ball and rushed into the clouds.

"Click!"

A cyan lightning bolt flashed in the dark sky, and before it could completely disappear, a purple lightning bolt appeared again from the clouds.

Yue Yunzi put away the smile on his face, frowned, and said, "What kind of magic weapon is this, and it can also summon heavenly thunder?"

In the eyes of all the cultivators, the heavenly thunder was a bad omen and should never be used to refine magic weapons, and Yue Yunzi was surprised, and it was not very strange.

Lan Feng smiled, pinched the trick in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, pointing at a stunned Yufu Palace monk.

"Click!"

The purple lightning suddenly lit up, and it slashed down with lightning speed, and before the disciple could exclaim, he was scorched by the thunderstorm, and his life was whimpered.

At this moment, those disciples of the Rain Fu Palace, who had already relaxed their vigilance, panicked again one by one, wanting to escape, but they were unable to take a step forward due to the concealment and prohibition of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Click!"

"Smack!"

......

One thunder after another, deafening and chilling, every time the thunder tribulation flashed, a disciple would die.

The mortal disciples who were still talking to each other suddenly fell silent, staring at Lan Feng, who was still changing the trick in his hand in mid-air, with a look of sincere fear on his face.

Zhou Yueting on the eaves was stunned, her body involuntarily trembled again, her eyes revealed a deep fear, and she seemed to feel that the next person was her.

After only a few moments, there were less than two hundred disciples left in the Yufu Palace, and these people, all of whom were in the foundation building period.

At this time, the Golden Sword disciple who had just left came back, holding three or four gray storage bags in his hands, and came to Lan Feng's side and said respectfully: "Master, this is the largest storage bag." ”

"Okay, got it, you go down first. ”

"Why do you want to kill them all?" One of the Yufu Palace disciples had a desperate face, he was no longer hopeful, he knew that although he was still alive and well, with Lan Feng's desperation, it was impossible to let him go so easily.

Lan Feng opened the storage bag, did not look up, and said in a cold tone: "Because you know too much." ”

After knowing the reason, the disciple hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Senior, don't worry, we won't say it." ”

"You're talking too much. Lan Feng raised his eyelids, looked up at the disciple, and said with a cruel smile: "Go in." ”

The disciple's face turned pale, and a strong suction force suddenly appeared around his body, and before he could understand what Lan Feng meant, he was sucked into the storage bag by the suction.

Yue Yunzi's face showed surprise, the storage bag did not have a little air and aura, no mortal or monk could survive in it, Lan Feng actually used it to hold a living person, it was better to slap it to death with one palm.

The hoarse screams were endless, and in no moment's time, in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, except for a pile of corpses, only one person survived.

She stood on the eaves of the Purple Moon Pavilion, trembling and frightened, staring at the corpses of the Yufu Palace all over the ground, her face was as earthy as an earth.

"The storage bag is mainly used to hold magic weapons, and this is the first time the old man has seen someone use it to hold people. Yue Yunzi stroked his beard and looked at Lan Feng who was holding three storage bags in his hand, with a complicated expression.

Lan Feng opened the last empty storage bag, and with a wave of his big hand, the corpse of the disciple of the Rain Fu Palace on the ground quickly floated up and flew into the storage bag.

There were many disciples in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and at this moment, apart from the sound of their tight breathing, there was no other sound.

At this time, a middle-aged monk wearing a blue sword at his waist walked out of the crowd, he looked very depressed, took a deep breath, and said with a complicated expression: "Master, the brothers who died on the battlefield, are you going to throw them into the crater?"

The cold light in Lan Feng's eyes disappeared instantly, he glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, and frowned: "They died for the sect, how can they be so hasty, brothers who are not afraid of life and death, should be buried in the most solemn way." ”

Speaking of this, he paused suddenly, his divine sense swept around, and said in a deep voice: "Aren't there so many open spaces around the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? The summer is hot, and the corpses should not be stored for many days, so you should erect a meritorious monument around the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as soon as possible and bury them." ”

The Blue Sword Monk suddenly looked up, his eyes showing surprise.

Sixty years ago, not long after the establishment of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it was also attacked by other sects, and many people died at that time, and finally the sect was victorious, Ji Mingjie ordered, whether it was the corpse of the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect or the corpse of the enemy disciple, they were all thrown into the crater.

After this great battle, in the minds of all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Lan Feng had become a person who was many times more indifferent than Ji Mingjie, but at this time, his disposal of the corpse was unexpected.

Lan Feng landed slowly, came to Yue Yunzi, and said with concern: "Old man, are you okay?"

Yue Yunzi squinted at Lan Feng and shook his head, without words.

"It's okay, Lan Feng's words count. Lan Feng turned his head, his gaze swept around, and landed on the Gray Sword disciple.

These disciples showed a look of sincere fear on their faces, especially the logistics disciples who had satirized Lan Feng before, they all lowered their heads, their faces were pale, and there was only one gray sword disciple, and there was a light of expectation in their eyes at this time.

This disciple was officially the logistics disciple Xu Chuang, who had tested Lan Feng at the beginning.

He was very accurate in seeing people, and after learning that Lan Feng was a desireless spirit, he guessed that there would be such a day, but the result was still beyond his expectations.

He calculated that Lan Feng would rise to prominence, but he didn't expect that he would become the leader.

Lan Feng beckoned to the disciple who was full of anticipation, and said with a smile: "Xu Chuang, come here." ”