The Withered Bone Ancestor is a strong man in the soul refining stage. Both body and soul were destroyed by Pei Feng's shocking sword. What kind of sword is that? The soul infant of the Withered Bone Ancestor had no time to escape, and was destroyed with a sword along with his body. Such a powerful magical power scared Hu Wantong in the air to his core. He never expected that in this battle of genocide, it would be his own side that would be destroyed. All his disciples were killed in the battle, and even the powerful outsider monks were split in half. The Venerable Dali in front of him was also completely crazy. His body had been torn to pieces by the big tiger attack, but the unyielding fighting spirit bursting out of him was frightening. The spirit beasts from the Beast Taming Sect, the second oldest black bear, and the third youngest red-feathered eagle were all staring at Hu Wantong from below. At this moment, Hu Wantong completely lost his fighting spirit. His only thought was to escape. He had no doubt that if he continued to fight, he would be killed by the combined efforts of these ants.
"Go quickly!" Hu Wantong yelled. Shoots a magical power behind him. In an instant, he was thousands of meters away. The white-striped tiger received the order and no longer wanted to fight. Soon one person and one beast disappeared over Tianyu Mountain. If Hu Wantong leaves, no one can stay here. A great war came to an end.
Venerable Dali slowly fell from the sky. He saw all the surviving disciples in the distance surrounding the young man. He heard the heart-rending cries of the people, and he already understood in his heart that the young man died in the battle...
Qin Lan cried while holding Pei Feng, who was lifeless in his arms. She pressed her face against his forehead and felt the temperature on his forehead gradually getting colder. At this moment, Qin Lan's heart ached like never before. She had never experienced such pain before, as if thousands of sharp knives were inserted into her heart.
The people in Qinggu collapsed at this moment.
Xiaoyu only shouted "Brother Pei Feng" and then passed out. In this battle, she was too exhausted and her injuries were too serious. When Pei Feng split the Bone Ancestor in half with a sword, her heart stopped beating at that moment. Brother Pei Feng actually killed him! She couldn't believe what she was seeing. His own valley owner has avenged himself! The next moment, Pei Feng received another heavy blow from the corpse puppet. She knows best how terrifying the corpse puppet of the Bone Ancestor is. Even a monk in the soul stage couldn't withstand such a blow. So at that moment, her mind went blank. The body fell softly.
Mu Yu took Qin Lan's golden elixir and finally woke up from his serious injury. But what he saw when he opened his eyes... He just shouted "Valley Master!" and fainted again.
Without Pei Feng's control, the snowflakes in the air danced wildly with the wind. A thin layer of snow covered Pei Feng's body. As if the wind couldn't bear it, it blew away the snowflakes for him, revealing his beautiful, pale face.
Venerable Dali came over. The disciples of the Herculean Sect were all shocked when they saw their master. There were injuries and blood everywhere on that tall body, and the body with broken limbs actually looked more terrifying than Xiaoyu's corpse.
"Teacher, Master?"
Venerable Dali said: "I'm fine! At my level, as long as the soul baby in the body is immortal, you can't die." He walked slowly through the crowd. Looking at the young man in Qin Lan's arms, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. "Little friend Feng, you're not dead yet!"
"Master, Brother Feng is really not dead?" Mu Jianfeng roared and jumped up.
Qin Lan's eyes also suddenly turned ashes again.
"Are you telling the truth? Is my brother Pei Feng really still alive?"
Venerable Dali sighed slightly and said: "I'm still breathing a sigh of relief! It's just that the injury is so serious, I'm afraid..."
"Master, you have to save Brother Feng! Please, Master!" Mu Jianfeng cried.
Venerable Dali's face was ashen. He knew in his heart that few people in the world could save Pei Feng from his injuries.
"Uncle, uncle!" Qin Lan shouted twice. Then her voice got louder and louder. He shouted to the sky: "Uncle, please save Brother Pei Feng! You must be here. Uncle!"
Qin Lan shouted hysterically, and the voice of her alone on Tianyu Mountain kept coming out. The ghost doctor was now Qin Lan's only hope. She shouted until her voice became hoarse. And no one on the huge Tianyu Mountain gave her any response...
Hu Wantong rushed down Tianyu Mountain. He and Dahu fled all the way. Both he and Dahu were seriously injured in this battle, and Venerable Dali suffered a lot in his final fight with the trapped beast. But at this time, he didn't care about recovering his soul power and tending to his injuries first. He just wanted to quickly return to his cave to feel safe.
The running tiger suddenly stopped. He growled low at the woods ahead. Then he kept retreating.
Hu Wantong was startled and shouted in the distance: "Who is this person!"
Soon a middle-aged man in green clothes slowly walked over from the front. His temperament is elegant and pure, like a scholar without any smoke and fire. But it can be seen from his weathered eyes that he is by no means as simple as an ordinary scholar.
"I wonder who the senior is?" Hu Wantong asked in a low voice. He didn't feel any power fluctuations from the other party. Normally, he might think that the other party was just an ordinary hunter, but at this time, he naturally wouldn't think so. Because no hunter can make his big tiger fearful.
The man in green didn't answer either. He just looked at the big tiger next to him and asked: "How many years of cultivation does this spiritual beast have?"
Hu Wantong didn't know the other party's details, and he was seriously injured. He had no choice but to lower his posture, lowered his eyebrows and replied: "Senior, my protective spirit beast has about five hundred years of cultivation."
"Five hundred years is not a short period of time. I pity that it is not easy to cultivate, but I can leave a whole body for it."
"What did you say!" Hu Wantong shouted sharply. "You want to die!"
The man in Tsing Yi still didn't talk to him, but smiled at the side of him and said, "Is the blood of this Soul Realm monk better tasting?"
This sentence fell in Hu Wantong's ears, and he felt that the hairs all over his body were exploding.
A skinny old man slowly appeared. He smiled and said sadly: "Maybe for the third and fourth children, monks with high cultivation will make them happier. But to me, everyone is the same. Whose blood will Is it sweet?"
The man in green couldn't help but smile.
Hu Wantong was furious! He roared: "Tear them to pieces!" He roared, but the big tiger didn't make the slightest attack move, and instead took a step back.
The runes all over Hu Wantong's body flashed. "Fuck me!" The big tiger wailed in pain, and then took two steps back. He would rather bear the beast master's runes than attack those two people.
"Don't waste your efforts." The old man in black smiled and walked towards Hu Wantong.
"You, who are you?"
The old man in black said: "You are not even qualified to know us." After the old man finished speaking, a gray light emitted from his fingers. Hu Wantong was instantly suppressed by this gray light. Then he felt his skin crack suddenly in several places. A stream of blood flowed from his wound toward the old man's mouth.
Hu Wantong was shocked. He had never encountered such a terrifying thing in his life. This old man is actually ten times more terrifying than the withered ancestor!
"Ah! No, my lord, please spare my life. I have no enmity or enmity with these two lords. Why kill me?"
The old man in black chuckled sinisterly: "Hehehe, no injustice or enmity? You beat our little one. How could the old man let you go?"
After this sentence, Hu Wantong immediately understood everything. What he had feared happened. Those two young men with big backgrounds were indeed unable to move. But at this moment it's too late. There was despair in his eyes.
In just a few breaths, Hu Wantong turned into a mummy. A generation of beast control masters in the wild forest died.
The vampire ancestor licked his lips and said: "Brother, it's a pity to kill this big tiger. It's not bad to keep it as a mount for Lan'er."
The ghost doctor said: "I'm afraid Lan'er will have some grudge against this guy. There are many little beasts like this in the deepest part of the forest. Kill them."
The big tiger seems to be able to understand human speech. His whole body shivered and he ran away. A huge, skinny hand suddenly fell from the sky. With just one move, Dahu was knocked into the ground. The powerful soul-stage spirit beast was destroyed in one palm!
The ghost doctor did not even glance at the dead tiger. He stood with his hands behind his hands, looked towards the direction of the Central Plains and said slowly: "Hey, I don't know how much strength the third and fourth sons have gathered there. Our trip to the Western Regions was in vain."
The vampire ancestor said angrily: "I didn't expect that dead bird to refuse to eat anything soft or hard. I'm in a hurry. Let's take down its desolate forest first. Then we'll massacre the Wuji Sect!"
The ghost doctor said: "That's nonsense. What kind of grudge do we have with the Lord of Desolation! If it doesn't want to help, forget it. If we can mobilize some power in the Central Plains, we can attack the Wuji Sect."
The vampire ancestor sighed and asked in a low voice: "Brother, if you use the forbidden technique of leaving the ghost world, can you beat that dead bird?"
The ghost doctor pondered for a moment and said: "It's hard to say. Although I didn't try my best in sparring with it, it still hasn't transformed into its true form. Once it transforms into the form of a divine beast, its strength will be stronger. I can't be sure of defeating it. "
The vampire ancestor cursed bitterly: "Brother, there is no winner in your fight with that dead bird! But I was beaten out by the disgraced one. Damn it!"
The ghost doctor chuckled and said: "Forget it! In our calculation, the fight was originally two against two. Who would have thought that now there is a strong person among them. If you fight two beasts with one person, you will naturally be defeated. of."
The vampire ancestor lost his temper when he thought about his fighting spirit in the depths of the forest. He added: "The new Linghu Qianyao, I have taken note of her. Sooner or later, I have to let her taste the feeling of being beaten. Brother, where should we go next?"
"I haven't been able to spend time with Lan'er for such a long time. Let's play with her in the forest these days. When she is happy, we will go back to the Central Plains to meet up with the third and fourth children."
The vampire ancestor smiled and said: "I'm afraid Lan'er doesn't have the heart to play with us old men these days. Lan'er only has that boy in his heart now."
The ghost doctor frowned slightly and said, "What does she know at such a young age?"
"Our second lady, at this age, we can be with the leader..."
Both of them laughed loudly.
The vampire ancestor continued: "Brother, if Lan'er knows that we have been by her side recently, will she blame us for not taking action?"
"What is experience? Does traveling around the mountains and rivers count as experience? This kind of life-and-death battle is the best opportunity to hone her. I personally took the eldest son for training when he was young. Qin Yue suffered so much , suffered much more than Lan'er!"
The vampire ancestor recalled the past with some warmth in his eyes. He said: "I remember that Qin Yue also frequently killed soul-stage experts with his golden elixir cultivation. His bravery was comparable to that of the leader back then!" At this point! The vampire ancestor changed the subject. Asked: "Brother, that young man..."
The ghost doctor said: "That shocking sword came from the north. The woman he made out of snowflakes..."
"Could it be, Xue..." The vampire ancestor did not dare to reveal the identity of the woman he guessed. "If that's the case, doesn't that boy come from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace?"
The ghost doctor was noncommittal and did not answer the call. I don't know what he is thinking.
The vampire ancestor continued: "Then why didn't brother save that boy? If he really comes from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace, he might be able to be used by us in the future. Then the power behind him..."
The ghost doctor said: "The power of the North is not easy to borrow. That kid is not that simple either. I don't save him because I know. He can't die!"
"Huh? His meridians are all broken. If you don't take action, can he recover on his own?"
The ghost doctor nodded slightly and said: "This is something I have never thought about. That bead is maintaining his life. So he will not die. But what is that bead? Who is this child? "
The two of them walked slowly while talking. It seemed that the two brothers were walking leisurely, but in just a few breaths, they disappeared into the forest.
