Feng Zun, the ancestor of the Feng family, raised his hand and pointed at Xue Kong from a distance. His immense cultivation in the early stage of the Jindan stage transformed into a giant finger in mid-air and pressed towards Xue Kong.

This finger was incredibly powerful. Wherever it passed, storms were torn apart and sand was blown back. A towering tornado accidentally came into contact with it and collapsed directly.

The collapsing desert tornado created an even stronger impact force and instantly reached Xue Kong.

He did not resist and let the impact hit him.

Bang!

Xue Kong's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. His face turned pale in an instant and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely bright at this moment.

"I can't escape for long. I can't get out of the sixth level in the hands of a Jindan cultivator!" His eyes were like bright stars in the dark night. The closer it was to life and death, the calmer his heart became.

"Only by relying on external forces can my speed increase dramatically!"

He slapped his storage bag and took out a yellow talisman paper. After taking out the talisman paper, Xue Kong slapped it on his right leg without hesitation, turned around and ran away.

The next moment, the yellow talisman paper flashed with light, and Xue Kong's speed suddenly increased.

This piece of talisman paper is the magic talisman.

At the same time, Xue Kong frantically extracted the soul power of the four evil ghosts, and used the [Nine Ghosts Soul Moving Technique] to the maximum extent. His figure was like lightning, rushing away in this world full of yellow sand.

At the back, the huge finger was incredibly powerful, but also quite fast. With one finger falling, it collapsed the huge desert tornado, and the surrounding monsters and monks were also crushed by the terrifying force.

"Whose power is this? It scares me!"

"Oh my God."

"That late Foundation Establishment stage demon beast was instantly killed by that finger, and the finger hasn't disappeared yet. Is it trying to poke a hole in the sky of this desolate world as well?"

All the monks were horrified. They had been moving forward cautiously in this desert world. Not only did they have to be careful of sneak attacks from monsters, but they also had to adapt to the yellow sand all over the sky.

Be careful not to get caught in the tornado.

Now, they have to face a monk with such terrifying power. What's more important is that they don't even know who the monk who cast this spell is or what his level of cultivation is.

Xue Kong ran quickly, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy. "The ancestor of the Feng family didn't hesitate to kill other cultivators in order to kill me. It seems that the hatred those three people have for me is really strong enough."

"My previous choice was not wrong. Even if I didn't take the initiative to kill him, he probably wouldn't let me go."

"The difference is that I failed, which led to being hunted. If I had succeeded, this wouldn't have happened."

"Winners are kings, losers are bandits, it's not worth regretting!"

As Xue Kong was running towards the distance, a white figure suddenly appeared in his blurry vision. The figure looked quite embarrassed and kept retreating in the yellow sand.

"Where are you running to, old man?!"

Opposite the white figure, a sinister voice suddenly rang out, and then two figures, a man and a woman, also appeared in Xue Kong's sight.

"Wang Erlang, Yin corpse?" Xue Kong recognized the two men immediately after seeing their appearance.

As for the white figure, it was an old man with white hair. Although he did not recognize the man's identity, he remembered his appearance.

It turned out to be the foundation-building cultivator on the spirit boat that he met on the way to the Demon Valley with Du Gong. The cultivation level of this white-haired old man was in the late foundation-building stage.

"Back then you wiped out the entire Wang family, robbed our family's treasure, and forced Shanshan to death, old villain. Today, I, Wang Erlang, have come to avenge you!" Wang Erlang changed his simple look, and his expression revealed a sinister intent.

"Wang Erlang, look what that is."

The white-haired old man pointed behind him, and the huge finger quickly approached. He screamed, "Such a method must be the magic of a Jindan cultivator. If you entangle with me here, both of you, me, and the corpse puppet beside you..."

"None of the three of us can leave alive. Even if you don't consider yourself, can you bear to let your sister die without a complete body?"

"Shut up!" Wang Erlang flew into a rage upon hearing the white-haired old man's words. "If I don't kill you today, Shanshan, who sacrificed herself, will resent me in the afterlife, and my parents in heaven will also rebuke me for being unfilial."

"A Jindan cultivator?... Perfect, you and I will be buried here together today!"

"Shanshan, come with me to take revenge!" Wang Erlang roared to the sky. Although the corpse beside him had lost its mind, it seemed to be able to feel his resentment at this moment and burst out with strength.

A man and a corpse rushed towards the white-haired old man desperately.

The latter's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth tightly: "Damn it, how can I be afraid of you!"

Xue Kong just glanced at the two of them and ran away without hesitation, not wanting to get involved in their affairs. However, just as he took a step, the huge finger behind him suddenly appeared.

There was no time to escape at this moment. The huge finger was moving very fast. A decisive look flashed in Xue Kong's eyes. He slapped the storage bag, took out the magic whisk, and threw it directly behind him.

"burst!"

The whisk exploded immediately, and the impact of the explosion spread and hit the giant finger, causing its movement speed to slow down slightly, but it did not show any damage.

Xue Kong immediately turned around and walked away.

However, just as he turned around, his body suddenly froze in place, and a feeling of coldness spread from the soles of his feet to all parts of his body in an instant.

In front of him, the ancestor of the Feng family stood there with an indifferent expression, staring at him quietly.

"It's over." Feng Zun raised his hand and was about to press down on Xue Kong to kill him.

Xue Kong's heart trembled with fear, and a strong look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes.

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