Wisps of black energy completely enveloped Pei Feng's body, and the formation runes flickered dimly.
The old man in black kept changing his handprints, and strange blood energy came out from between his palms and merged into the formation.
After a while, drops of sweat flowed down the old man's dry cheeks. He seemed to be experiencing a fierce life-and-death struggle, and was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
"This is impossible!"
The eyes of the old man in black were covered with red threads. His face was distorted and he looked more and more terrifying. A large amount of blood surged out of his body, and the formation runes pulsed violently in an instant.
Pei Feng sat inside the formation, motionless.
A powerful counterattack force rushed towards the old man. The old man instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, which was deflected far away by the black energy. At the same time, the formation quickly stopped running, and the strange symbols became completely silent.
The black air gradually dissipated, and Pei Feng, who was wearing a silver mask, raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Failed?"
The old man looked shocked. "I can't change the fate of you and the recipient, but your fate seems to be one. Even if I don't use the blood killing technique for you, the cause and effect of the two of you will be tightly intertwined. How could this happen? What a weird thing!"
After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.
"What? Have you thought of the answer?" Pei Feng slowly walked to the old man.
"You're that kid!"
"Not bad." Pei Feng said in a deep voice, "It's surprising. What surprises you is yet to come."
The old man sneered: "Do you think I can't kill you even if I'm slightly injured?"
"With peak Taoist strength, it's really not difficult to kill me. If you haven't been backlashed by cause and effect, you should be able to use some secret technique to temporarily reach the stage of divine transformation."
"A small soul-level monk actually has such eyesight."
Pei Feng smiled faintly and said, "I said, your surprise is yet to come. Let's talk about it."
"Talk? Hahaha." The old man stood up slowly, "Boy, are you qualified to talk to me?"
"Are you reborn or taking over your body?" Pei Feng asked a question that Tianwu once asked Yuan Qing in the sword tomb.
The body of the old man in black visibly trembled.
"I guess it was a body snatching. Your physical body was destroyed, and your soul element seized a new body. But for some reason, this body and your soul essence can't be completely integrated, so it withered into this ghost. Look."
"Boy, who are you?"
"Now do you think I'm qualified?"
The old man's eyes were still disdainful, "Ignorant young man, do you think you are invincible if you know a few magic arts?"
Pei Feng smiled and said: "In terms of magical skills and sorcery, I really can't compare with the witch clan's genetic technique."
As soon as he said this, the old man in black, a monk at the peak of the Tao realm who had lived for hundreds of years, finally broke through his defense and fell back several steps. His body was immediately shrouded in a layer of white mist, and his murderous intent became substantial.
"You can't kill me at this moment. Since we both want to know who each other is, why can't we talk first."
"Let's talk. Okay. Let's talk then."
After the old man finished speaking, his body returned to the stone platform.
Pei Feng also jumped slightly and sat down opposite the old man. He raised his hand to signal the old man to ask questions first.
The old man still had the same question, "Who are you?"
"Descendant of the God Clan. My destiny is not within the law of heaven, so you can't change the trajectory of my destiny. Not to mention you, even the high priest of your Witch Clan can't do it."
"How did you find out the identity of my witch clan?"
"Since I know the art of seeding, I can naturally guess your identity."
The moment the formation runes lit up, Pei Feng finally remembered where he had seen these runes - the Immortal Asura Seal!
The moment he pierced the Shura Seal, he had a startling glance at the runes on it, and those strange symbols of the Witch Clan were deeply imprinted in his mind. Knowing the origin of the formation runes, he naturally thought of the cause-and-effect technique used by Yuan Qing. The so-called "Blood Killing Art" is simply a vest for the art of seeding.
You can't speak or move when performing the blood-killing technique. These are just mysteries. It's just to cover up the fact that the "bloody killing technique" is the "causing technique".
"What do you, a member of the Witch Clan, want to do when you join the Seven Kills Sect?"
"Boy, even if you are a dead person now, I can't tell you this secret. Let me change the question."
"I heard that inner sect monks like you who use blood-killing techniques are all assigned from the Seven Gates of Southern Border. This blood-killing technique was created by the masters of the Seven Gates. It seems that the Seven Gates of Southern Border are closely related to witches. The clans are inextricably linked.”
After pondering for a moment, the old man nodded slightly.
"You, the witch clan, want to use the sword of the Seven Kills Sect."
Pei Feng's expression suddenly changed, "So it turns out that those who can be upgraded to the Blood Killing Order must have extraordinary origins, and those who dare to accept the Blood Killing Order must have advanced cultivation. On the surface, you are asking him to The fate of people is entangled, but in fact, you are binding the giver and the recipient of the order to the gods of your witch clan. Sooner or later, these people will become pawns for the gods of your clan to escape from trouble."
The old man in black suddenly stood up, the pupils in his eyes turned completely green, and white energy steamed out of his black clothes. The aura of peak Tao realm cultivation burst out.
"You must die!"
Pei Feng sneered and said: "Yen Qing, who was reborn in three generations, has not killed me. You, a body snatcher, still want to kill me?"
The pupils of the old man in black dilated again.
"Did you destroy the Shura seal on Maya Mountain?"
"I'm ashamed to say that the magical weapon that was obtained through the blood sacrifices of hundreds of thousands of people from your witch clan is really vulnerable."
"Ah!" The old man in black's sparse hair danced wildly, "Suffer death!"
The old man in black pushed out his palms together, and two majestic Tao forces smashed down on Pei Feng's face.
In an instant, Pei Feng disappeared on the spot.
With Pei Feng's current cultivation level, the soul power in his body can allow him to teleport hundreds of times. It has been a long time since he used the method of "Taikoo Tianjie". Once used, it must be extinguished.
Invisibility and teleportation are performed at the same time. The man in black couldn't capture his figure at all.
"This is the "Taikou Tianjie"!" The old man in black also recognized such great magical powers. Only "Taikoo Tianjie" can achieve instant casting and trackless movement. This is a powerful law of space.
The little porcelain doll in Pei Fengxian Palace controls the three-eyed hurricane and continuously provides him with soul power. On the other side, Tian Ling'er in the Demon Palace also opened the three-eyed hurricane composed of the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword, Nine-Yang True Fire and Wanzai Xuanbing to the maximum.
The Zhenwu Sword carried the Nine Yang True Fire and thrust out, and a burst of fire instantly illuminated the entire secret room.
The temperature in the secret room soared rapidly, and in conjunction with the teleportation of the sword, it struck the old man in front of him in the blink of an eye. He can't avoid it!
