The Zhenwu Sword penetrated the body of the old man in black.
The next moment, the body of the old man in black turned into a ball of black energy and dispersed, then condensed again.
This strange method shocked Pei Feng. Witchcraft is indeed difficult to deal with.
Before Pei Feng had time to react, he only felt a huge force falling on his head. He once again used a move to teleport. The stone slab he had just stepped on was turned into powder by a palm falling from the air.
"He can't teleport too?" Pei Feng muttered in his heart.
"Soul Borrowing Technique, this is just a low-level witchcraft." Tian Ling'er said disdainfully.
"Then you can tell me how to crack it."
"Chase and kill." Ling'er gave the three-word mantra.
"The soul borrowing technique is to separate a little bit of soul energy and inject it into the straw man. In critical moments, the straw man can die for the caster. Look at how many straw men there are in him!"
Pei Feng felt ashamed, "I think he must have had nothing to do in this cave and made countless straw men."
"Are you stupid? Can he divide the soul into countless parts? Their method is for escaping, not for fighting."
Pei Feng once again used Nine Yang True Fire to light up the entire secret room. The old man in the dark has nowhere to hide. The Zhenwu sword burning with blazing fire thrust out again.
In fact, the old man was injured again when he took the first sword. Because Zhenwu Sword is designed to damage the soul element. Although his physical body is replaced by a scarecrow. But the soul energy he injected into the scarecrow can never be taken back.
The lack of the monk's soul element caused the injury to be far more serious than the physical body's broken arms and legs. His cultivation level dropped again.
The old man in black never imagined that a Soul Realm monk would have the power of Tao, the secret technique of "Taikoo Tian Jie", and the Nine Yang True Fire. The magical power of his witch clan will be greatly weakened when encountering the Nine Yang True Fire itself. This kid is his nemesis.
After just a few fights, the old man no longer thought about how to kill Pei Feng, but how to escape. Seeing another sword stabbing him. The old man could only dodge at the speed of the Dao realm. He was extremely afraid of the sword in Pei Feng's hand.
Pei Feng raised the tip of his sword and changed direction instantly. He relied on his own speed to catch up with the old man easily. He didn't even use teleportation. After fusing the Speed Soul Pearl, his speed is actually far faster than that of Taoist monks.
It is almost impossible for the old man to escape in a small space. When he left the secret room and his identity as a witch was exposed, he would also face a dead end. The old man has fallen into a desperate situation. He knew he was going to die. Instead, there was no fear in his eyes.
"Then let's die together!"
The old man roared and turned around suddenly. The Zhenwu sword penetrated his body again.
The old man's body turned into a black mist again. A palm-sized scarecrow was burned to ashes in the Nine Yang True Fire.
The dissipated black mist did not re-condensate the old man's body this time. A hot flame burned from within the black mist. The fire burned bigger and bigger, as if the black mist was the fuel. The old man's ferocious face was revealed in the flames.
"Let's die together, let's all die together!"
"Burning Pill?" Pei Feng was familiar with the huge energy released by this flame. Before Ding Wang died, he had improved his cultivation through this method similar to self-immolation.
"No, this is the Burning Palace." Ling'er said: "He used soul energy to set the Immortal Palace on fire. Its destructive power was enough to raze this place to the ground."
Pei Feng couldn't help but feel numb. This old man was completely crazy.
"He burned his soul essence, I'm afraid it will hurt a little."
"Ice, freeze! Seal him before he explodes. I don't want to be killed!" Ling'er shouted hysterically. At the same time, she summoned the Wanzai Xuanbing from the three-eyed hurricane without any money.
While the old man was accumulating power, Pei Feng had also started accumulating power early. How could he not think of the freezing move? The silhouette of Ji Wuyun behind him is already in place.
"Ice!"
Pei Feng shouted loudly. The phantom's fingers behind him made seals and made palm movements one after another.
An unimaginable cold air instantly surrounded the flames.
It is said that when Ji Wuyun used this move on Ye Canghai, he was immediately frozen for seven thousand miles.
The powerful letter technique was used extremely poorly by Pei Feng. But there is always a secret room sealed in ice.
The blazing black mist was frozen in a large ice block in a matter of seconds. The twisted face of the old man in black was clearly visible.
The Wanzai Xuanbing almost filled the entire secret room, and Pei Feng shivered with the cold.
"What to do next?"
"How would I know?"
Pei Feng carefully looked at the restrictions on the surrounding stone walls and found that they were not destroyed by the fight. Neither he nor the old man in black wanted the aftermath of the battle to spread, so they naturally deliberately avoided these restrictions when making moves.
"The people outside don't know what's going on inside yet. We're not in a hurry to go out. Ling'er, you collect the Xuan Bing first, and I will restore my cultivation to its peak to prevent any unexpected events."
After the black energy dissipated, a group of killers left the secret room and rushed to the Lingtang Hall. Tang Wanxin waited until Pei Feng also went to the order seizing hall to preside over the order seizing ceremony.
The killers held it in for a long time and finally dared to speak, and naturally they talked endlessly.
"Did you look at that bloody killing order? It's just a trap."
"Well, the recipient of the order seems to be a golden elixir monk, and its difficulty is comparable to a God-killing order. The transformed spirit beast is not easy to deal with."
The hall masters on the twenty-four wooden chairs in the front row were also discussing.
The Fourth Hall Master said carelessly, "Only those who are short-sighted would accept that blood-killing order! Right, Hall Master Linghu."
The corner of Linghushan's mouth twitched, and he glanced around, but he didn't see the killer Feng appearing yet, and he became more and more uneasy. If that kid leaves like this, will he regret himself in his heart? If he offended the big shot in Snake Valley, even death would be a luxury for him.
Hou Jie couldn't help but look at the entrance. The black energy had long since disappeared. In other words, Killer Feng had already succeeded in following the order. Hou Jie looked at Xiao Qian again, who looked anxious. Frowning slightly.
A woman in green clothes stepped forward and smiled at Xiaoqian, "Where is your commander?"
"He, he will be here later. Sister, I don't know your name yet."
"My name is Shuang'er."
"Sister Shuang'er, my name is Xiaoqian. Thank you very much just now."
This woman in green is the one who just pulled Xiaoqian and Pei Feng into the cave.
"It's just a piece of cake. This is your first time to participate in the command, so just watch quietly. You will know what is going on later."
At this moment, Tang Wanxin came over.
Shuang'er immediately saluted Tang Wanxin. Xiaoqian saw this beautiful woman with protruding front and back bleeding from a distance not long ago. She knew Tang Wanxin's status was extraordinary and did not dare to be rude.
Tang Wanxin stopped and looked Xiaoqian up and down, "Are you the one who gave the order to Feng?"
"Yes. My name is Xiaoqian." Xiaoqian lowered her head and answered.
"Hall Master Hou is not inferior to you as the one who gives orders."
Xiaoqian didn't know what Tang Wanxin meant. The other party has already entered the hall.
Shuang'er smiled and said: "Xiaoqian, Sister Wan wants to keep you at the helm."
"Stay at the helm?" Xiaoqian felt a little dizzy for a moment.
