I was once trapped on the same day for five thousand years.
I had despaired, gone mad, jumped into the Chilian Volcano, one of the three great forbidden places in the world, bathed in the for...
Although the Taoist masters of Tianji Pavilion rarely predict the future for others, there are still risks. Xu Feng is unwilling to take risks when facing those immortal species, so this puppet cannot be used in the future.
And it cannot be destroyed or thrown away, it can only remain in the storage space.
But Xu Feng didn't feel sorry at all.
Then, he thought again, and a light yellow jade slip appeared in his hand.
After pressing it between his eyebrows, a lower-grade spiritual magical power appeared in Xu Feng's mind.
"Haoran Yiqi Jue?"
This was the purple light that Shangguan Qingyu finally uttered.
It pierced through the Yuanjing puppet, which was as hard as an orange-level magic weapon, which shows how powerful it is.
Although the orange-level magic weapon is not of high level, it has hardness and strength, and even a master at the peak of spiritual concentration may not be able to penetrate it.
Of course, some special spiritual cultivators are excluded, such as Xu Feng.
But Shangguan Qingyu is only at the fifth level of Yunshen. If Xu Feng can master this technique, it will be a powerful killer move.
The higher the grade of a magical skill, the more powerful it is not necessarily. The key lies in the person who uses it, as well as the timing and method of use.
If a magical weapon is used by a child and an adult respectively, the power will naturally be very different.
"Cultivate a great and righteous spirit in the sea of energy in the dantian, nourish it all the time, cultivate it with every breath, just like refining a sword of energy, which will kill as soon as it is used. The longer the time, the stronger the power."
"This is a pretty good magical martial art. Different qualities of energy will produce different colors of great energy. Purple is the strongest."
"Purple..." Xu Feng pondered for a moment.
Even with Xu Feng's strength, he could probably only cultivate a deep blue aura.
Because the quality of the Yuanli is the only criterion for determining the color of the great energy that is nurtured.
So how many people like Shangguan Qingyu are there in Xuanmeng?
Was what they saw at the Devil's Edge all they had?
Xu Feng's eyes turned cold and he didn't want to think about these things. His primary goal was to kill all those guys who appeared at the devil's side!
Thinking of this, Xu Feng became slightly absent-minded and lost in memories.
......
"Brother? Brother..."
In a desolate valley, seventy or eighty monks were all in terrible auras and covered with wounds. Many of them had pale faces and kept looking towards the entrance of the valley, as if they were afraid of something.
In the center of the crowd, Xu Feng sat cross-legged, with a huge wound between his chest and abdomen that was healing rapidly.
After being discovered by that group of people, although he tried his best to escape with this group of monks, he was still caught off guard and killed by those strange and mysterious people.
Although this group of people are not very strong, they are extremely strange.
They possess a mysterious power that can cause the energy in his body to collapse from time to time.
However, as the strongest fighting force, Xu Feng still did not give up hope of escaping with these people.
However, his precious healing time was interrupted by the sound of people talking.
He gently opened his eyes, saw the young face in front of him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Wang Mu?"
The talented young man, who was only in his teens but rushed to the battlefield of the devil with full of passion, looked hesitant, as if he had something to say but didn't dare to say it.
"Speak." Seeing him like this, Xu Feng frowned slightly.
Wang Mu took a deep breath, leaned close to Xu Feng and whispered, "Brother, there is something I wanted to tell you since yesterday, but we were busy escaping and didn't have time... and until now I still find it a little unbelievable, so I didn't dare to say it out loud."
Xu Feng just looked at him, waiting for his next words.
Wang Mu bit his lip and smiled bitterly: "Okay, never mind. I told you not to scold me. You also know that I am a genius, so I have the ability to remember everything I see..."
He glanced at the monks around him, and his voice became even lowered.
"Before the team set out, I carefully observed the elite players selected by Xuanmeng. One of them was defeated by me during the Xuanmeng competition. He was the youngest member of the Xuanmeng team..."
Xu Feng frowned slightly: "Are you talking about Shangguan Qingyu?"
Wang Mu nodded and licked his cracked lips. "That's right, Senior Brother. I'm quite familiar with this person, so I remember him very clearly. He likes to touch his belly when he's in danger, as if he has some trick up his sleeve. I recognized this person from the first group of people who were chasing us yesterday! Although they were all wearing black armor that blocked their spiritual senses! But I'm sure that person is Shangguan Qingyu! There's no mistake!"
Xu Feng was shocked, his voice trembling: "Are you sure?"
Wang Mu nodded heavily with a gloomy expression: "In addition to this action, there are a few familiar details. I felt very familiar at the time, but I didn't expect this aspect. Later, you almost cut that guy with your sword, and that guy touched his stomach."
Xu Feng took a deep breath: "Don't tell anyone about this, understand?"
Wang Mu nodded, but his expression was full of disbelief: "But, Brother, what should we do?"
Xu Feng's expression turned cold: "No matter who they are, kill them."
Wang Mu seemed to relax a little, as if he had put down the burden in his heart. He chuckled and said, "I feel much better after talking about it. This matter has been suffocating me for a long time."
Xu Feng rubbed his head and said, "Well done. You should observe carefully on the rest of the journey and try to recall their identities. Confirm as many as you can and tell me without missing a single one."
Wang Mu smiled lazily: "I know, you should heal your wounds quickly. I believe we can return alive and settle accounts with those guys then!"
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