In fact, Yue Yunzi didn't completely believe what Lan Feng said at that time, after all, the corpse spirit was a thing, after tens of millions of years of evolution, and the Xiuzhen Alliance did not have the ability to say that it was going to fight against it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, he squinted at the gloomy white-haired old man floating in the air, and his forehead began to sweat, but he still took a deep breath, quietly opened the lid of the black treasure bottle, and said something in his mouth.

What a powerful being it was, opening its mouth slightly, it could make the Burning Body Monk dying, and with a wave of his sleeves, the two Yuan Infant Monks had already died of anger.

So what is the real strength of Lan Feng?

This is not his question alone, but the incomprehension and shock in the hearts of everyone present.

The king, who had been standing in a daze in the distance, shook his head incredulously and frowned: "Senior brother, what have you experienced in the past few hundred years, how did you become so indifferent?"

As he spoke, as soon as he let go of his hand, the slender silk thread gently slipped from his fingers, and the golden puppet standing beside him fell to the ground with a "bang", becoming a scattered wooden block.

Lan Feng seemed to be aware of it, and the afterglow swept lightly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The old man who turned into a corpse spirit laughed wildly, his eyes showed greed, and he directly grabbed more than a dozen foundation building stage monks and devoured their souls frantically.

The quiet venue was suddenly full of people and chaos, but the more this was the case, the faster the devouring speed of the corpse spirit old man became.

"Lan Feng, you have brought disaster to the cultivation realm, and the cultivation alliance will not let you go!" Si Long, a dwarf monk who was bent on obtaining the three-flavor fruit to change his body shape, had been caught by the corpse spirit in his hands at this moment, and after shouting the last sentence hoarsely, he whimpered for his life.

"Senior brother, you can't use aura here, and there is only one way to die if you stay any longer, let's go quickly!" Yu Ze has always been an alert person, his face turned slightly pale, and seeing that the king was still stunned, he simply didn't discuss it with him, grabbed his arm, and hurried away in the direction of going down the mountain.

Those who were lucky had already descended the mountain, and those who were unlucky were ruthlessly devoured by the corpse, and a powerful miasma enveloped the entire summit of Suzaku Mountain.

In the secret room in the Xiuzhen Alliance, the siren on the recorder kept sounding, and a large number of them had become dead cards, exuding bursts of bloody aura.

The emissary of the alliance on duty, his eyes wandering around on the recorder, not knowing what was going on in the outside world.

"Quickly report to the Alliance True Monarch, there is a riot on Nameless Island!" After a few more became dead cards, the Alliance envoy finally shouted through the loudspeaker.

At this time, Ji Hai, the true monarch of the alliance, was holding a hot teacup in his hand, and when he put it to his mouth, the voice of the messenger just came.

His expression moved slightly, he paused for a moment, but still took a sip of tea lightly, before he reluctantly put the cup back on the small table next to him, sighed lightly, and muttered while standing up: "The cultivation realm has not been peaceful recently." ”

At this moment, with a wave of his sleeves and a flash of his body, he disappeared into the empty hall, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the secret room.

The envoy disciple who was anxiously waiting, when he saw Ji Hai, hurriedly bowed slightly, and then stretched out one hand and said, "Zhenjun, please." ”

Ji Hai's expression was calm, and under the leadership of the messenger's disciples, he came to the recorder, looking at the names of people who were still becoming dead cards, his expression became solemn, "This is the head recorder?"

"Yes, Alliance True Monarch, this matter seems extraordinary, why don't you report it directly to the Supreme Elder. The messenger bowed his head slightly and whispered.

"Where does Elder Taishang have time to deal with these trivial matters, or...... Do you think that Ben Zhenjun doesn't have this ability?" Ji Hai narrowed his eyes, and his voice was very cold.

The envoy was stunned in his heart, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "I don't mean that below, Zhenjun, please calm your anger." ”

Ji Hai snorted lightly, looked at the head recorder again, brushed his beard and groaned a little, and said coldly: "Inform Xiao Menglin and Luo Yan to go to Vermilion Bird Mountain with me." ”

"Yes. The messenger nodded, and stepped back quickly.

Besides, on Suzaku Mountain, one after another, the souls of the monks were devoured by the corpse spirits, and Yue Yunzi was in a cold sweat, and he was still chanting incantations silently in his mouth, although it was late autumn, beads of sweat still dripped down his hand holding the black half-bottle.

After most of the souls of the monks above the foundation building stage on the spot were devoured, the corpse spirit's eyes suddenly flashed with coldness, and they looked in the direction where Zhou Yueting was standing.

Zhou Yueting was so frightened by this cold gaze that she staggered back two steps, her face showing horror.

She had already seen the power of the corpse, and at this moment, a strong sense of crisis surged up in her heart.

Lan Feng's brows furrowed, his body flashed, and he quickly came to Zhou Yueting's side, and said loudly: "Don't move her." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Yue Yunzi, who was still chanting a spell, and looked at the corpse spirit old man floating in mid-air with a flickering gaze.

Zhou Yueting took a deep breath and hurriedly hid behind Lan Feng, her body began to tremble.

"This is what you owe me. The old man of the corpse said word by word, and the withered old hand had already stretched out from his sleeve.

When the yin wind hit, Lan Feng's heart sank, and his body was already uncontrollable and rose into the air with Zhou Yueting.

"Ah......" Zhou Yueting screamed in shock, and just at the last moment, where Yue Yunzi was, there was a sudden buzzing sound.

The corpse spirit's expression moved, and he turned his head in surprise, and when he saw the black treasure bottle emitting green light in Yue Yunzi's hand, his face suddenly became panicked.

"Whew......" The corpse spirit roared, turned into invisibility again, threw Lan Feng and Zhou Yueting in his hand, and went straight to Yue Yunzi.

Yue Yunzi's face sank, and when the cold air flow came to his face, he bit his finger and dripped the essence blood into the treasure bottle with a green light, and threw it out without the slightest hesitation.

The treasure bottle spun rapidly in mid-air, and a light green mist flew out of the mouth of the bottle, turning into a circle of light, and the moment it floated out of it, it began to expand and accelerate forward.

"Roar!" A wild roar came from the cold air, and the light green circle of light that had expanded to the extreme suddenly began to shrink, and after shrinking to a certain extent, it was like tying something, and it trembled violently in the air.

"Whoa......" There was a painful scream from the direction of the aperture, and the aperture suddenly expanded again, getting thinner and thinner, and was close to shattering.

Yue Yunzi's eyes suddenly froze, he quickly bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a mouthful of essence blood on the tip of his tongue, and spit into the black treasure bottle, his face turned a little pale, and his face suddenly aged a lot, he took a deep breath, and said in a dumb voice: "This treasure bottle is the reward that the old man got when he competed with the sword spirit of the immortal relics, and he never took it out, but I didn't expect that it would cost me so much sword qi blood to refine the sword spirit with this treasure." ”