Just as Bu Yi was trying his best to explain, another heart-warming and terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky darkened again, as if it was about to collapse, and a black thorn ball flew out from Lan Feng's cuff and floated in mid-air, exuding a dazzling metallic coldness.

On the black thorn ball, a few green rays flashed from time to time, making a "stinging" sound.

"What's that?"

"Have you forgotten? The baby who just sent out the thunder technique, he actually took this against the leader of the Seven Star Sect, and he didn't want to live?"

"Hehe, this kid is really kind, it's a pity, in the next life, he should be able to cast a good tire. ”

Situ Jin listened to everyone's discussion, his heart was shocked, but his expression did not change, he smiled fiercely, the spiritual power in his hand instantly surged, and he slapped it towards the top of Lan Feng's head again.

Lan Feng's face was gloomy like water, the purple light flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently, Situ Jin's raised hand turned around and quickly slapped towards the eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man beside him.

"An'er?" Situ Jin was shocked and withdrew his hand again and again.

A person's ability mainly depends on the spiritual power contained in his body, and those with great spiritual power control the overall situation and will not be defeated in a hundred battles. Although in normal times, spiritual power in the body can help monks improve their cultivation, but as long as it operates out of the body, it must be released and cannot be recovered.

Once it is withdrawn, the spiritual power will turn into filthy qi, and without half a month of meditation and conditioning, the meridians will be disordered and the breath will be unstable.

Not only that, the spiritual power in the body will be slowly assimilated by this filthy qi, and when there is no longer any spiritual power in the body, it will die of anger.

Situ Jin in the late Yuan Infant period, how could he not even know this common sense, but further it was the life of his only grandson, and he was seriously injured when he took a step back, and between the two, he still chose the latter.

Situ Jin stumbled under his feet, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground.

His grandson Situ An, a young man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, heard a miserable snort, turned his head suddenly, and saw his grandfather, who had always loved him, fall.

"You dare to beat my grandfather, I'll fight with you!" Situ An took out a short blade from the small storage bag on his waist and rushed towards Lan Feng.

"Situ Jin's favorite grandson, right?" Lan Feng snorted lightly, pinched his hands, and saw that the thorn ball in the air shook slightly, and a dazzling green light suddenly appeared, and quickly slashed down towards the top of Situ An's head.

"No!" Situ Jin yelled, but before he could make a move, the Qing Tribulation had already been split, only to see Situ An, his only grandson who had not dried up, blood gushing from the top of his head, and he didn't even let out a last miserable snort, just like that, he fell down in front of him.

"Evil obstacles!" Situ Jin's eyes were red, leaving a line of clear tears, he jumped up from the ground, burst into a loud shout, and at some point, a divine whip in his hand threw it towards Lan Feng.

Originally, he looked at the whip that was only one foot, but the moment he threw it out, Huo Ran began to get longer, even if Lan Feng's body retreated, he couldn't shake it off.

At this time, the purple-robed old man on the side peak looked moved, stared at the crimson side, touched his beard and muttered: "I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, this Situ Lao'er actually has such an artifact, it's unexpected." ”

He frowned, closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, "Situ Lao'er, today the old man not only wants to kill your only grandson, but also takes your life to avenge my son." ”

Lan Feng, who was retreating, had a purple light in his eyes, his expression was as usual, and he said in a deep voice: "Situ Lao'er, today the old man not only wants to kill your only grandson, but also takes your life to avenge my son." ”

As soon as these words came out, the god who was chasing Lan Feng in the air was whipped, and without a moment's effort, he chased after Lan Feng again.

"It turned out to be you, your Purple Yan Sect and I don't share the sky, I didn't expect that there would be descendants left!" Situ Jin snorted coldly, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his white eyebrows straightened, and the speed of the divine whip in the air increased faster, and he was about to catch up with Lan Feng.

Lan Feng sneered, facing the dark sky, let out a terrible and tragic roar, and a perverted purple aura instantly emanated from him, and finally gathered on his right hand.

"your divine whip!" Lan Feng waved his hand again, and the red long weave in the air stayed at the length it had extended, trembling violently in the air.

At the same time, Lan Feng's left hand pinched again, and in the storage bag, a black flag was erected, which was stuck on the pale snow, making a sound of ghosts crying and howling, shocking and alarming.

On the side, Wei Mingzhe blinked his eyes and swallowed incredulously, "Lan Feng really flew into the pool, even I, a lonely soul and wild ghost beyond the Six Realms, couldn't see his true strength, and this ghost Ten Thousand Bones Banner, compared to two years ago, it was not a concept at all, right?"

"Ten Thousand Bone Banners?" Situ Jinxing's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he quickly withdrew the divine whip, hanging on his right hand at his side, his five fingers were slightly flexed, and a peachwood sword quietly slipped out of his cuff and landed on his hand.

A lifelike green dragon was carved on the peachwood sword, and the dragon's head was raised upward, as if it could fly out of it at any moment.

Lan Feng sneered disdainfully, waved his hand again, and suddenly the wind blew violently, causing the black flag and the clothes on the two of them to crackle.

The wind became more and more shrill, and the sky above was covered with black clouds, and the sky suddenly darkened, and the Ten Thousand Bone Banners let out bursts of heart-wrenching wails, as if thousands of ghosts were crying.

"Click, click, ......" with the sound, the off-white flagpole quickly extended, and in an instant it was several feet high, and the small black flag began to slowly grow larger, rising with the wind in the cold wind.

"Situ Lao'er, take a look at my ghost Ten Thousand Bone Banners, haha. Lan Feng's eyes flashed with purple, and he opened his mouth to spit out a breath of spiritual energy, which quickly blew towards the Ten Thousand Bone Banner.

In an instant, thousands of souls floated out of the black flag, forming a huge skull in the air, staring down in the direction of Ah Fei, and letting out an earth-shattering roar.

Bai Li Qian frowned, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, merged the two fingers of his left hand, and said something in his mouth, and in a moment, a cold light appeared on the peach wood sword in his hand, and it wrapped towards the skull in mid-air.

"Such a powerful dragon peach wood sword, it can exude such a powerful aura to ward off evil spirits, I feel uncertain when I am so far away from him. Wei Mingzhe looked up at the white aura barrier that completely enveloped the ghost in midair, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

Just when everyone thought that the skull in the white light would be gone, there were several loud "rumblings", and the white exorcism aura wrapped outside was swallowed alive by the soul.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was shocked, staring at Lan Feng, who bowed his head and was silent, and his attitude towards him changed drastically. (To be continued.) )