In the dark cave, the white light slowly squirmed, exuding a soft aura. Zhan Zong was gently surrounded by the white light. He closed his eyes slightly and breathed evenly.└．
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The scorching wind howled at the entrance of the cave, emitting bursts of shrill wails, but was blocked by a layer of pale golden spiritual energy, preventing any entry.
Chen Feng sat cross-legged in the cave, looked at Zhan Zong, who had his eyes slightly closed and was surrounded by white light, walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, and stepped out.
"There is less than a year left before the soul battle. I don't know how far this boy Zhan Zong can develop!" Looking back at the entrance of the cave, Chen Feng reached out and pulled out the information on the wilderness and studied it carefully.
As night falls, the huge temperature difference makes people feel uncomfortable. If the wilderness is like hot lava during the day, then at night it is a bone-chilling winter.
"Hey, the spiritual roots are still too weak!" Chen Feng sat at the entrance of the cave and released his spiritual thoughts to protect Zhan Zong. When he felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations coming from the cave, he gave a helpless smile!
"Master, I have taken five marrow-cleansing pills, but my spiritual root..." A figure slowly walked out of the cave. After some grooming, Zhan Zong revealed a delicate and handsome face, but at this time, this
His handsome face was filled with deep guilt.
"Master, I..." Zhan Zong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Feng reaching out.
"It's okay, you can just take the pills. There are a lot of them here, Master..." Turning his head, Chen Feng looked at Zhan Zong lovingly, stretched out his hand to grab it, and several more marrow-cleansing pills appeared on his palm.
Today, Chen Feng has hundreds of millions of martial arts, and he doesn't have to worry about the dungeon. The spiritual herbs sold by NPCs every day will go directly to his mall, so Chen Feng at this time will naturally not worry about small things.
The small marrow-cleansing pill made my body ache.
"But master, I've heard of this pill before. It's very valuable. Why are you so kind to me?" Looking at the marrow-cleansing pill in front of him, Zhan Zong couldn't help but feel a little curious while being grateful.
"Afraid that I will harm you?" A teasing smile flashed across Chen Feng's lips, but Zhan Zong shook his head firmly: "No!"
After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. Zhan Zong reached out to take the marrow-cleansing pill and quickly returned to the cave. Chen Feng looked at Zhan Zong's leaving figure and smiled softly.
Time flies, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye. Zhan Zong is still taking the marrow cleansing pill. Among the dozens of times of marrow cleansing, Zhan Zong’s best result is the sixth-grade spiritual root. Logically speaking, the sixth-grade spiritual root is better than others.
The monk seemed to have good qualifications, but Chen Feng was still not satisfied because Chen Feng had given too much hope to this smart child.
On this day, Chen Feng stood on the barren mountain, looking into the distance, recalling information about soul fire in his mind.
I remember that when I was in Zhongzhou, I and my master studied the map that recorded the exact location of the Soul Fire. However, because several years had passed and the two of them did not expect that the map would be lost at the time, what was recorded on the map was also recorded by Chen Feng.
I only remember a rough outline, many parts are blurry.
While Chen Feng was trying to recall the information on the map and restore the map as much as possible, several divine rainbows suddenly cut through the sky and flew towards the barren mountain location ###.
Frowning slightly, Chen Feng didn't want to cause more trouble, so he ducked down the barren mountain and prepared to return to the cave.
"Fellow Taoist, where are you going?" Just as Chen Feng turned around and was about to leave, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in the air. Chen Feng paused and looked behind him, only to see several divine rainbows in front of him.
The glamorous young woman he had fought with a few days ago was among them.
"What? Where am I going, why do I need to be accommodating to you?" His eyes swept over several people, and Chen Feng smiled coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
"You..." The female cultivator raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when an old man next to her coughed lightly and smiled: "Don't be angry, little friend. I don't have any ill intentions in coming here today. I just want to ask you a question."
Ask, little friend, are you going to participate in the soul battle?"
Chen Feng stood silently, looked around the old man, nodded, and answered the old man's question. The old man looked calm and said softly, and then spoke.
"Since my little friend is also participating in the soul battle, I must also know that there are many dangers here. If you are interested, you might as well join us and go together!"
"Are there many dangers?" Chen Feng muttered the old man's words secretly. He was a little confused and looked at the old man doubtfully: "What is the danger that fellow Taoist calls?"
"Oh, you're a rookie!" Before the old man could speak, a burly man behind him couldn't help but cursed.
"Fellow Daoist Qiu!" The old man turned around and glared at the man displeased, then smiled apologetically at Chen Feng and explained: "It seems that this is my first time to participate in the soul battle, and I don't know much about soul battles! So I don't know.
Know the dangers of going here!"
Chen Feng looked at the burly man with a vague look. The man stared back at Chen Feng with disdain. Chen Feng was speechless and turned to look at the old man: "Speak!"
Chen Feng's words were not polite. As soon as he spoke, several monks changed their expressions at the same time. Only the old man frowned slightly, with a fierce glint in his eyes, and then he put on a smile and started talking.
It turns out that soul battles have limited places, so many sects will intercept some casual cultivators before going to the Ice Palace. This can not only weaken the power of others, but also take advantage of the opportunity to gain some benefits. This is also the default before the start of previous soul battles.
In the eyes of immortal cultivators, monks with weak cultivation base are not qualified to participate in soul battles.
And because of this, before the start of the soul war, many monks will look for some monks with strong cultivation as their teammates when they first enter the wilderness, and then everyone will go together, which can greatly improve their own safety.
Coefficient, and at the same time, you are not sure about your good luck. Kill some lone monks and get some treasures!
After listening to the old man's words, Chen Feng was thoughtful. After a moment, he suddenly smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, I seem to understand what you mean. If I don't join you, then you will kill people and seize the treasure?"
"Yes!" The old man slowly put away the smile on his face and suddenly became extremely cold. He looked at Chen Feng quietly. At the same time, several monks around him showed ferocious faces and looked at Chen Feng fiercely.
It was as if Chen Feng was just a lamb at the mercy of others!
"As expected!" Chen Feng remained calm and his heart was bright. As early as when the other party came, he had seen extremely unfriendly murderous intent in the eyes of several people. But just now he saw that the old man was speaking politely, so he
He didn't take action directly.
"Since the words are not speculative, let's take action!" Chen Feng looked at the few people silently and said in a deep voice.
"Boy, you asked for this!" The burly man couldn't hold himself back for a long time. When he heard Chen Feng speak, his figure suddenly rose and turned into a ray of green light, flying straight towards Chen Feng. Unexpectedly, it was already in his hand.
There is an extra broad and broad ax with gleaming cold light.
"Take my sword!" The fight at this time was not like in the wasteland city. Everyone had already lost their estimate. Seeing the man take action, others took up their magic weapons and rushed towards Chen Feng.
Chen Feng looked around the crowd with his eyes, snorted softly, connected points in the air with one hand, and a ball of white ice crystal flashed in front of him, turning into blazing white flames and steaming up.
"Everyone, be careful, this guy's white flames are weird!" The female cultivator who had suffered from Chen Feng before saw the flames, her pupils shrank sharply, and she let out a sweet cry.
"Don't worry, no matter what, he is dead today!" The burly man laughed strangely, and his figure had already arrived in front of Chen Feng. The ax in his hand was filled with powerful spiritual energy, tearing through the surrounding air with terrifying momentum!
Several immortal spells steamed up, flashing with dazzling light, causing the surrounding space to shake.
Chen Feng's eyes were like daggers. He looked at the speeding broadaxe and grasped it with one hand. A ball of white flames swept towards the man with scorching heat. The man felt the powerful energy in the flames, his face changed suddenly, and he froze.
Flying backwards violently.
At the same time, several immortal spells had arrived in front of Chen Feng. Chen Feng shouted loudly and refused to evade. A golden light suddenly rose from his body, and his whole body was exuding a metallic luster, and he rushed towards the spiritual energy.
Um? What is he going to do? A big question mark instantly appeared in everyone's mind. Is this person stupid? He actually wants to use his body to resist the spiritual energy?
The female cultivator's face turned green and white. This boy was definitely out of his mind. There were so many immortal techniques that even a strong person in the late stage of pill formation might not dare to resist with his own body, but he...how could he be frightened by such an idiot?
The female cultivator was so angry that she lost her courage!
"Boom!" A loud noise came, and several immortal spells brought up a burst of bright fireworks in the air. Chen Feng's whole body was instantly engulfed in colorful fireworks.
"What the hell!" The burly man's mind went blank, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets. This was too fast. I saw that this kid was so arrogant just now. How could he be killed by himself and others in an instant? He didn't want to die like this.
Be quick!
Several people in the air were stunned for a while, looking stupidly at the bright divine light that was still permeating the distance, and then at the female cultivator with an ashen face, her expression was extremely strange.
"Dang, he wasn't that weak that day!" The female cultivator seemed to feel aggrieved, pouting and explaining in a low voice, but it didn't have much effect.
"Forget it, check his acceptance and get ready to go!" The old man interrupted the female cultivator depressingly and said softly.
"Yes!" A young monk in his thirties replied, and then he moved and turned into a green light, flying towards the much weaker fireworks. But just as the monk flew less than ten meters in front of him,
He stopped abruptly and shouted loudly with a look of astonishment on his face: "Master, he, he is not dead yet!"
As soon as the monk finished speaking, everyone looked towards the fading glory, and saw Chen Feng standing silently in the air with a smile on his face, his whole body exuding dazzling metallic light, and his cold eyes.
His eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light like a beast.
"It's really fun, but it's still a little too weak!"
After saying these words, Chen Feng raised his head to the sky and roared like a god of war in the nine heavens, shaking away the surrounding spiritual energy and turning it into a golden light, flying straight towards the monk. In an instant, the wind surged, the spiritual energy covered the sky, and a killing without any suspense was officially announced.
