Xie Wenque was already dumbfounded at this time, his eyes stared at Lan Feng without moving, and he was shocked in his heart: "No, this is impossible, Lan Feng is a waste of the sect, how could he suddenly become so powerful?"

"That coward I met that day, not only broke my Zixiao Divine Thunder, but also dared to confront the Seven Star Sect Master, he was obviously in the Qi Condensation Period, why did the power of the spell reach above the Yuan Infant Stage?" Gong Fuyu looked up at the fierce and vicious soul in mid-air, and opened his mouth wide. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Chu Yunfeng disciple standing at the end of the line touched his chin, and his eyes showed a strange look, "Why hasn't Master come down yet?" If nothing else, the heavenly thunder in the black thorn ball he threw just now is Master's Blue Tribulation. ”

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"Wandering souls, ten thousand ghosts obey orders!" Lan Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and patted his hands lightly.

In an instant, thousands of ghosts in the sky began to howl and roar, opening their bloody mouths towards Situ Jin, approaching quickly.

Situ Jin's face sank, he bit his fingertips, sacrificed a drop of essence blood, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of majestic spiritual power, and quickly pointed at the peachwood sword.

The peachwood sword flew out of his right hand, and a trace of cold sword qi emanated from the body of the peachwood sword, and the "......" slashed at the ghost in the air.

There were more and more sword qi, and the number of ghosts was huge, so they did not slack off in the slightest, but instead accelerated their speed and gathered in the direction of Situ Jin.

Situ Jin's face was pale and extremely weak, he coughed lightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood mist instantly condensed in the cold air, turning into a dark red drop of blood, flying towards the round hole in the middle of the hilt of the peachwood sword.

The moment the round hole touched the blood beads, there was a crisp "click" sound, the sound became louder and louder, and it became more and more chaotic.

Suddenly, the peachwood sword had turned into scattered fragments, and terrifying spiritual power emanated from it, and at the same time, the ghosts that were rapidly approaching in the sky all turned around and flew quickly towards the black flag of the ghost ten thousand bones.

The purple-robed old man on the side peak was closing his eyes and exercising, his body trembled, and he almost fell. He opened his eyes, his expression was solemn, and he looked at the test table of Cuihua Peak in surprise, and said unwillingly: "Hundreds of years have passed, and the old man still fails. ”

At this time, in Lan Feng's eyes, the pupils contracted violently, and the purple light disappeared.

He looked at Situ Jin with a hideous face on the other side in surprise, and when he swept away, the people around him looked incredible, and he looked up and stared at the ghost ten thousand bones that had stretched several feet in the air, and his heart sank.

"Just ...... What happened?"

Just when he was in a trance, he only heard Situ Jin shouting: "Lan Feng, return my grandson's life!"

Lan Feng's heart was shocked, his eyes fell on the young man who fell not far away, and he shook his head incredulously.

At this moment, Situ Jin had already taken the divine whip and rushed to a place only three feet away from him, and he was about to slash at him with a whip.

"It's not good, no matter what happens, you can only run away first. Lan Feng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, recalled the little villain who was still staring around in the air, put away the flag, and put an acceleration spirit rune on his leg, and quickly fled in the direction of Tianji Peak.

No matter what happens, Fire Lingzhi, he is bound to get it, otherwise, ten years later, today, it will be his sacrifice day.

In the decades of colorful space, it has still brought many benefits to Lan Feng, among which in addition to doubling the cultivation time, what makes him even more gratifying is speed.

Any speed he has now is eight times that of an ordinary person, and with a three-fold acceleration talisman attached to his leg, his speed at this time is sixteen times that of an ordinary person.

It's not as good as teleportation, but it's not far off.

"You can't run away!" Situ Jin's vicious voice came from behind him, Lan Feng frowned, took out the last double-accelerated spirit rune in the storage bag, and quickly stuck it on his leg.

The speed exceeded that of ordinary people by thirty-two times, and finally surpassed Situ Jin to some extent.

In the blink of an eye, Lan Feng had already arrived at Tianji Peak, and regardless of the surprised gazes of the people around him, he went straight to the sealed treasure chest in the center.

All the monks who came out to stop him were all knocked down by his ghost hand, and he had no time to waste.

You must know that the monk's cultivation determines his spell level. The same spell will have different effects if it is used by monks of different cultivations.

For example, if a monk in the foundation building period wants to use illusion to confuse the minds of the predecessors of the Jindan period, he may have a little use, but if he really wants to achieve the effect, where is it so simple. On the other hand, even if a monk in the Jindan period uses a small spell to deal with a little hairy child in the foundation building period, the effect should be another matter.

Tianji Peak, most of the people are in the Jindan stage, and there are some disciples in the foundation building stage who have been promoted from Cuihua Peak before.

For Lan Feng, who is only in the rotation period now, it is simply impossible to defeat them!

However, at this moment, Lan Feng used a ghost hand to defeat them all without much effort, if it wasn't a matter of cultivation, then it was this spell.

In the past, he only knew that the ghost hand could take things from the air, but today, he suddenly realized something, it turned out that the ability of the ghost hand was not only linked to cultivation.

When the mad master taught him this trick, he said it.

"This is my secret practice, if you weren't my apprentice, I wouldn't have taught you. ”

It can be seen from this that this ghost trick must have been figured out by the mad master himself, so it is not an ordinary spell.

In his Fa Duel, he actually sealed his own spiritual power, to put it simply, if he didn't meet a monk who was equivalent to the mad master's cultivation, it would definitely be impossible to resist it.

Lan Feng took a deep breath, this ghost trick taught by the mad master had helped him a lot today, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a life-saving.

Lan Feng had already come to the side of the closed wooden box at this time, and with a ghost hand, the box shattered in half with a "click".

A reddish fire lingzhi exuded a devastating aura of volcanic rock, and it was nakedly presented in front of Lan Feng.

The contestant next to him was stunned the moment he saw the Fire Lingzhi, and even his mouth was long, and he had already shouted: "Fire Lingzhi! The prize of this treasure hunting conference turned out to be a thousand-year-old Fire Lingzhi!"

The radius of the Ganoderma lucidum is one foot, and the root is also inlaid with a black volcanic rock, this bouldering Ganoderma lucidum is already the most valuable peerless treasure in the fire Lingzhi.

"Brother Lan Feng, is that you?" a familiar voice came from behind him.

Lan Feng was stunned, turned his head, and saw his good brother, staring at him incredulously.

"Big Brother Tong?" Lan Feng took a deep breath, barely pulled out a smile on his pale face, and turned around holding the fire lingzhi. (To be continued.) )