"Feng Ling, if I'm not mistaken, the handful of black soil rooted under the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass must be the legendary soul breath soil condensed from the dead souls of thousands of powerful saints! Only evil soil like Soul Breathing Soil can support the growth of Nine Infants Resurrection Grass for a long time in a small area!"
Hearing this, Feng Ling tightened the Yan Lei Ji in his hand, and while preparing for the attack, he frowned and responded: "According to legend, once you are within ten steps of the Soul Breathing Ground, it will inevitably trigger the roar of all ghosts! It seems that it will trigger a chorus of ghosts! , if you want to pick the Nine Infants Resurrection Grass from the Soul Breathing Soil, I'm afraid there will be some trouble!"
Feng Ling made up his mind, since it was inevitable to be discovered, it would be better to dig up the grass and soil together with lightning speed.
"Not necessarily!"
Seeing Feng Ling's eagerness to try and break into the dragon's den, Tong Lao subconsciously said proudly: "If you can lurk on the top of the hill, I will have a way to avoid the chorus of thousands of ghosts. The Infant Resurrection Grass is in the bag!"
Immediately, Mr. Tong glanced between Feng Ling and the other great saints, and couldn't help but said with regret: "It's just a pity, there are so many great saints guarding them tightly, it's almost impossible for you to do this!"
Impossible?
After secretly estimating the distance to the top of the hill, Feng Ling could not help but raise her eyebrows.
Without further explanation to Mr. Tong, Feng Ling actually moved with strange steps, disappeared in a few breaths, and dived straight towards the top of the hill.
What kind of physical skills is this?
It wasn't until Feng Ling successfully passed by the two peak soul slaves of the Great Sage without anyone else around that Tong Lao, who held his breath, dared to utter an exclamation, and suddenly felt that Feng Ling was becoming more and more difficult to figure out.
No wonder Tong Lao was surprised. This movement was the fusion form of Xiaoyaoyou and Dou Zhuan Xingyi. After Feng Ling understood it, he kept it as a trump card. This was the first time he used it in front of the goblin.
"This move is my own space-based ghost skill that I created after integrating two physical skills and magical powers. I named it: Instantaneous Fugue!"
Feng Ling's journey was smooth and he was getting closer and closer to the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass on the top of the hill. Naturally, he was in a good mood and explained to Mr. Tong through a message.
Mr. Tong suddenly clicked his tongue, and subconsciously checked behind the stone peak where he was before. It seemed that there was a shadow still there, but when he took a closer look, there was nothing there!
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Feng Ling, I never expected that not only do you possess such a powerful divine treasure, but you can actually withstand the refining power of the poisonous barrier in my belly, and you also have such profound spatial attainments!"
Suddenly, just one step away from the top of the hill, the sickening evil laughter of the infant soul sounded at the right time. The accident happened after all!
I saw that the infant soul came with the pressure of the peak of the Great Saint Realm, blocking Feng Ling's only path. At the same time, he unabashedly revealed his covetous look at the Kunpengluo Divine Map.
Immediately, the infant soul roared, and all the ghosts screamed in unison! Forty-two Great Saint Soul Slaves who exuded huge pressure also attacked Feng Ling under the guidance of the infant soul.
"Feng Ling, your hope was so close, but it was shattered silently. Isn't this feeling very despairing! This time, faced with the encirclement of seven peak sages, including me, how will you stand up?"
The infant soul laughed proudly, it was the master of the universe within its belly, and it was impossible to hide Feng Ling's every move from it.
"boom!!"
With a roar, Feng Ling suddenly erupted, and with one shot, the infant soul with a stunned expression in front of him was blown to pieces.
The infant soul in front of him is just a spiritual body. Although it looks terrifying and lifelike on the surface, it is actually just an appearance. Feng Ling can destroy it with a wave of his hand.
However, if Mr. Tong had not been experienced, he would have known that the soul-binding divine seal can not only restrict the actions of the infant soul itself, but also restrict the actions of the spiritual body of the infant soul descending from the universe in the belly.
Then, it is really possible that Feng Ling was fooled by this bully.
"Feng Ling, my spiritual body is immortal here, you can't kill me! Anyway, I just look at you like this, how can you endure torture and die miserably at the hands of these soul slaves!"
The spiritual body condensed out again, and the infant soul's eighteen pupils were full of ferocity.
"Noisy!"
After killing many of the fierce ghosts that came towards him, Feng Ling raised his hand again and fired a shot, shattering the infant soul spirit body gathered in front of him. Immediately, he stopped in place and allowed all the great saint soul slaves to surround him.
"suddenly!"
"Trespassers, kill! Kill! Kill!"
Just as all the soul slaves were surrounding the cage, the infant soul condensed out again. Feng Ling suddenly snorted coldly, pointed at the soul breath soil in front of him, and said mockingly: "Open your dog eyes and look carefully!"
call out! Phew!
Accompanied by a series of sonic booms, Feng Ling's airborne teleportation movement exploded in full force, leaving a trail of afterimages wherever he passed, allowing a group of soul slaves to stupidly surround him and slash at the air.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling came to the top of the hill. Under the guidance of Mr. Tong, he sent three pieces of sycamore wood in a triangular shape and placed them around the Soul Breathing Soil. Suddenly, all the ghosts and visions disappeared.
"Let's go, I won't send you away!"
"Damn it, these useless trash, the resurrecting grass has been robbed, why don't you take it back quickly!"
Taking away the Soul Breath Soil and the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass together, Feng Ling curled her lips and ignored the incompetent roar from the Infant Soul Spiritual Body. She planned to leave immediately after forcibly breaking open the world in her belly.
"Junior Brother Fengling...save...us!"
Suddenly, Feng Ling heard two familiar voices calling for help coming from above his head.
Immediately, Feng Ling looked up and saw two sluggish figures hanging on the big tree. They were Ji Sheng and Xiang Qiubai who were captured by the infant soul.
"Ah this..."
After seeing this scene, Feng Ling suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and he saved the two of them easily. He thought he was focused on picking the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass, but he didn't notice that the two of them were hanging on the big tree in front of him.
"Thunder and Fire, break it for me!"
A strong wind blew around him, causing his clothes to rustle. As Feng Ling gained momentum, he suddenly let out a loud roar, and Yan Lei exploded with purple-black thunder arcs all over his body, rising into the sky.
In an instant, the heaven and earth roared and shook violently. The scattered rays of thunder are like the light of dawn that dispels the infinite darkness, punching a huge hole in the barrier of the world within.
This attack is comparable to the peak of the Great Sage!
However, the broken sky was rapidly healing, and the forty-two Great Saint Soul Slaves also used various methods to bombard the top of the hill.
Seeing this, Feng Ling did not dare to stay any longer. With a wave of his hand, the bodies of Ji Sheng and Xiang Qiubai were swept up. While facing the hole, he soared upwards while using his airborne teleportation to fight with the group of big guys chasing after them. The Holy Soul Slave distanced himself.
