Kuang Feng was stunned. Without thinking about why the Holy Son attacked him, he quickly retreated.
Unfortunately, Meng Wan suddenly attacked with swift and violent movements. Although he reacted quickly, he was still a step too slow.
Meng Wan's fist was like a meteor, hitting him hard in the face.
With a "crack" sound, Kuangfeng's nose was broken, blood splattered everywhere, and the whole person flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
Meng Wan did not stop there. Her figure followed closely behind like a ghost, and she kicked out, hitting Kuang Feng in the chest.
The kick was so powerful that it shattered Kuangfeng's sternum and caused a large amount of blood to spurt out of his mouth.
"W-why?"
Kuang Feng struggled, his eyes full of disbelief, "Sir Saint, did I do something wrong?"
Meng Wan said nothing, but attacked silently, and fists rained down on him.
A strong sense of unwillingness burst out from Kuangfeng's eyes. He roared angrily and staggered away under the dense rain of punches.
His fear of Li Potian's strength made him unable to muster any desire to resist, and the only thought left in his mind was to escape from this place.
Meng Wan sneered and raised her hand to grab the other person.
If she couldn't save Xue Wuya, could she not save a quasi-saint son of the power flow?
Kuangfeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight against "Lord Holy Son".
The intense fear made him only able to exert 70% to 80% of his strength.
In addition, he was no match for Meng Wan, and after fighting for more than ten rounds, he was defeated.
A trace of strong resentment and unwillingness flashed in Kuangfeng's eyes. He gritted his teeth and took out a dark green umbrella-shaped magic weapon, casting a spell towards the green umbrella while muttering something.
"The sky is round and the earth is square, command!"
The dark green umbrella was suddenly opened, protecting him tightly. Even Meng Wan's fist was blocked by the spinning umbrella.
"Interesting, it's actually a real magical weapon."
Meng Wan stared at the green umbrella above the other person's head for a second longer, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand to grab the madly spinning umbrella.
When Kuangfeng saw Meng Wan grabbing the umbrella with her bare hands, he was a little panicked at first, but after seeing that she tried several times but failed to break the defense of the green umbrella, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He suppressed the resentment in his heart, slowed down his tone, and persuaded "Li Po Tian".
"Sir Saint, if you want to kill a ghost, I'll help you catch it. Why bother with me?"
"This umbrella is quite unique. I don't think I've seen you use it before."
Meng Wan looked at the green umbrella with a smile, looking very interested.
Kuang Feng lowered his head and said nothing. This green umbrella was his life-saving device. Now the Son of God didn't know what had happened to him and insisted on fighting him, so he could only take out the treasure in the bottom of the box.
"Don't want to say it? Then forget it."
Meng Wan shook her head regretfully, raised her hand, and the power of illusion spread out invisibly, and then she suddenly punched the dark green umbrella.
The umbrella surface sank deeply, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the umbrella ribs were actually broken by this punch!
Kuangfeng's eyelids twitched wildly. He looked up in disbelief, glanced at the broken umbrella ribs, hurriedly folded the umbrella, and fled into the distance.
Meng Wan let out a light "tsk" and leisurely chased after him, easily taking the life of Kuang Feng, who had completely lost his fighting spirit.
After Kuangfeng died, a pure and powerful soul power poured out from his body and was easily absorbed by Meng Wan.
Feeling the comfort and desire coming from her soul, Meng Wan licked her lips contentedly.
The benefits of killing ghosts are indeed greater than killing people!
Under normal circumstances, after a cultivator dies, his soul power will directly dissipate between heaven and earth.
Even if there are secret techniques or special spiritual weapons, the soul power that can be left behind is extremely limited.
But now, perhaps it was the mysterious altar that gave Kuangfeng the identity of a "ghost". After his death, his soul power did not dissipate at all, and all became Meng Wan's trophy.
After thinking about it for a moment, Meng Wan broke open Kuang Feng's storage ring and found the dark green umbrella from it.
With a gentle shake of the hand, the umbrella opens smoothly.
The twenty-four ribs are neatly distributed under the umbrella, so how could there be any signs of breakage?
It turns out that the ribs of this umbrella have never been broken from the beginning to the end.
The strong wind was just an illusion, which made it mistakenly think that the umbrella ribs were broken.
Meng Wan folded the umbrella and threw it into the sea of blood without changing her expression.
The moment the dark green umbrella was thrown into the sea of blood, it immediately caused splashes dozens of feet high on the calm sea surface.
The sea of blood rolled with huge waves, trying to assimilate the umbrella.
A green light emanated from the dark green umbrella, like a natural barrier, separating the blood-soaked sky...
Meng Wan only took a quick look inward before looking away and telling the Heart-Eating Bug to continue looking for the ghost.
Compared to a person who has no power to resist, a ghost who retains all his combat power is undoubtedly more dangerous.
But benefits and risks often coexist. It is a rare opportunity to increase soul power, so Meng Wan naturally chose to hunt ghosts.
In the remaining time, Meng Wan took Fat Bear and ran around in the secret realm, and two more ghosts died in her hands one after another.
It was not until the countdown was completely over and she was teleported to the third floor that she stopped hunting with a sense of reluctance.
Meng Wan raised her eyes and looked around, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Unlike before, this time, she was not teleported to the wild, but to an independent and closed room.
It was more like a cell than a room.
The room was not big and had no doors or windows, only a small opening about one foot square at the top.
There was a dim light coming down from inside.
Just as Meng Wan was looking around the room, that ethereal voice sounded at the right moment.
"Due to the excessive number of deaths in the previous two trials, the third round of trials has begun early. Please find the exit of the room and find a way to escape."
Isn’t the exit of the room visible at a glance? Why bother looking for it?
Meng Wan raised her eyes and looked upwards. At this moment, a huge roar came from above, almost blowing the whole room apart.
Immediately afterwards, a fat and pointed tongue squeezed out from the skylight above, bringing with it a gust of fishy wind and stinking rain, sweeping towards Meng Wan below!
What the hell?
Meng Wan held her breath and quickly ducked to avoid it.
The tongue seemed dissatisfied that it didn't sweep the prey, and it stirred throughout the room as if to vent its anger, shaking the bed, tables, chairs and other furniture.
While dodging, Meng Wan glanced at the tongue out of the corner of her eye and her expression froze slightly.
In just a short while, the originally intact bed, table and chairs were corroded into a pile of black residue by the saliva of this monster!
What's more troublesome is that the disgusting saliva is gathering more and more on the ground and is about to spread to where she is hiding!
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