"It's just an unknown sect. I just saw the disciples of the Chiyang Shen Sect coming out. They are not here to enjoy the sights, so I followed them. If I can make some profit, it will be an unexpected surprise."
"Just in time, I really don't know what they were looking for, but you took the initiative to deliver it to my door."
At this moment, Yu Bingbing and Qiu Yongan suddenly shook their bodies and frowned tightly, as if they had encountered something in the illusion.
After the sick scholar saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand towards Mu Feng, and his expression became a little ferocious. ??
"Hurry up and give me the treasure, otherwise you will be gutted and tortured to death!"
Mu Feng's eyes also narrowed slightly. He knew that the effect of the sick scholar's medicine was about to wear off. After all, the method of making people fall into illusion has been used for such a long time, and the effect must be greatly weakened.
But it was because of taking his elixir that he could sink into the illusion and be unable to extricate himself. However, the people of Chiyang Shenzong were not ordinary monks. Maybe they had other ways to escape from the illusion.
Therefore, the sick scholar became a little anxious. After all, what he wanted was not only the wordless golden book in my hand, but also wanted to get a share of what the Chiyang Shenzong was looking for.
"Do you know what the treasure in my hand is?" Mu Feng smiled coldly, "Even if I give it to you, can you keep it?"
"Without further ado!"
A gloom appeared in the sick scholar's eyes. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Mu Feng. The powerful Saint Yuan surged out of his body.
When he rushed to Mu Feng, he suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and a large amount of powder flew out, covering Mu Feng in an instant.
"Hmph, but you're just in the early stage of the fourth level of Nirvana, and you dare to fight me?" He snorted coldly, obviously having great confidence in his poison.
But a golden light suddenly flashed out from the poisonous powder, and a figure broke through the poisonous powder in an instant, stretched out his hand and grabbed the sick scholar's neck, and pressed him to the ground.
The sick scholar was immediately frightened. At this moment, Mu Feng made him feel an unexpected fear in his heart. His body exuded a golden luster, and his body was a bit stronger than before.
His originally stern face was now filled with majesty and dignity.
"You...what are you?" he asked in horror.
Mu Feng, who had activated the Immortal Hegemony, smiled coldly, and gradually used more force with his hands, pinching the sick scholar's neck into a deep depression. His bones creaked, and he could hardly bear the force.
Mu Feng has now advanced to the initial stage of the fourth level of Nirvana. Therefore, just by activating the Immortal Hegemony, he can fight against the monks at the early stage of the fifth level of Nirvana. If he uses the secret branding method, he can fight against the monks at the sixth level of Nirvana!
The sick scholar gritted his teeth, and a cold light suddenly appeared from the edge of the folding fan in his hand. The tyrannical Holy Yuan surged on it and spit out sharp edges.
This folding fan looks ordinary, but it is actually a holy weapon used by the sick scholar. There is actually a sharp blade hidden on the edge of the fan!
At this moment, he stabbed Mu Feng's abdomen fiercely, hoping to relieve the current predicament. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Go to hell!"
But the next moment, he felt as if the folding fan was stuck on something hard. He looked down and found that the folding fan was stuck on the Feng caught it with one hand?
"You still want to kill people and seize treasures? You are overestimating your capabilities!"
Mu Feng snorted coldly and exerted force on his hands again. The holy energy in his body was now concentrated on his palms, trying to strangle the patient to death.
But at this moment, the sick scholar suddenly opened his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and directly sprayed out a stream of dark green gas, which instantly enveloped Mu Feng's head.
Ordinary poisons were useless to Mu Feng. In addition, he had now activated the immortal hegemonic form, which was indestructible and indestructible to all poisons. However, this poison actually made him dizzy for a moment.
For a moment, he subconsciously let go of his hand and blocked it in front of him, but the sick scholar took the opportunity to slip away.
"Damn boy, it turns out you are still hiding this method, but this sudden surge in power will definitely not last long. I will wait until these people wake up and see if you can still keep your treasure!"
The sick scholar said fiercely, he found that Mu Feng was no match for him in a head-on fight alone, and Mu Feng seemed to be immune to toxins, which made most of his methods ineffective.
However, he still has some confidence in his speed. When the person dragged to Chiyang Shenzong wakes up, Mu Feng will definitely not be able to escape regardless of whether he has ulterior motives or not.
Mu Feng looked towards the Chiyang Divine Sect and found that the eyelids of the two elders were twitching slightly at this moment, obviously they were about to break free from the illusion.
He looked at the sick scholar again, but within a moment, the sick scholar had already swept away more than ten feet in the direction of the canyon, his body like lightning.
In an instant, powerful Saint Yuan poured into his feet, and thick clouds emerged, transforming into nine cloud dragons, carrying Mu Feng and rushing forward.
This is a Nirvana-level super sacred movement technique. It is extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it rushes in front of the sick scholar. His figure is as fast as a point of light, leaving behind a series of afterimages along the way.
The sick scholar was immediately stunned. He only saw a phantom passing by him. When he came back to his senses, he found that Mu Feng was already standing in front of him.
"If you know my secret, then I can only ask you to die!"
In an instant, the Qingxiao Sword was held in his hand, and a huge thunder was released in an instant. The electric arc jumped around, so densely packed that a radius of 100 meters instantly turned into a thunder pool!
Vientiane Thunder Sword Technique!
Mu Feng raised the long sword in his hand high, and a giant elephant seemed to condense out of the countless thunderbolts, and then ran forward wildly, and countless sword lights struck out in an instant.
"no, do not want!"
The sick scholar's pupils suddenly shrank, reflecting countless thunderous images. He raised the folding fan in his hand, and the holy energy in his body came out crazily and clearly, condensing in front of his body in an attempt to block the attack.
But when the sword light fell, Mu Feng slowly took two steps forward, and the Qingxiao Sword in his hand was put into the space sacred weapon. The sick scholar opposite him split into two parts starting from the folding fan in his hand, then his arms, and then his head.
and the entire body.
The sick scholar was killed with a sword, and all his cultivation was reduced to nothing. Countless thunders surged upwards, but in a matter of seconds, the sick scholar's body was reduced to powder on the ground.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the pile of smoke and dust was blown away without a trace. The person who had deliberately hidden in the team just disappeared without a trace.
And Mu Feng's secret about the wordless golden book was able to continue to be kept secret. The sick scholar smiled, looking contented.
"It's just an unknown sect. I just saw the disciples of the Chiyang Shen Sect coming out. They are not here to enjoy the sights, so I followed them. If I can make some profit, it will be an unexpected surprise."
"Just in time, I really don't know what they were looking for, but you took the initiative to deliver it to my door."
At this moment, Yu Bingbing and Qiu Yongan suddenly shook their bodies and frowned tightly, as if they had encountered something in the illusion.
After seeing this scene, the sick scholar's face suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand towards Mu Feng, and his face became a little ferocious.
"Hurry up and give me the treasure, otherwise you will be gutted and tortured to death!"
Mu Feng's eyes also narrowed slightly. He knew that the effect of the sick scholar's medicine was about to wear off. After all, the method of making people fall into illusion has been used for such a long time, and the effect must be greatly weakened.
But it was because of taking his elixir that he could sink into the illusion and be unable to extricate himself. However, the people of Chiyang Shenzong were not ordinary monks. Maybe they had other ways to escape from the illusion.
Therefore, the sick scholar became a little anxious. After all, what he wanted was not only the wordless golden book in my hand, but also wanted to get a share of what the Chiyang Shenzong was looking for.
"Do you know what the treasure in my hand is?" Mu Feng smiled coldly, "Even if I give it to you, can you keep it?"
"Without further ado!"
A gloom appeared in the sick scholar's eyes. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Mu Feng. The powerful Saint Yuan surged out of his body.
When he rushed to Mu Feng, he suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and a large amount of powder flew out, covering Mu Feng in an instant.
"Hmph, but you're just in the early stage of the fourth level of Nirvana, and you dare to fight me?" He snorted coldly, obviously having great confidence in his poison.
But a golden light suddenly flashed out from the poisonous powder, and a figure broke through the poisonous powder in an instant, stretched out his hand and grabbed the sick scholar's neck, and pressed him to the ground.
The sick scholar was immediately frightened. At this moment, Mu Feng made him feel an unexpected fear in his heart. His body exuded a golden luster, and his body was a bit stronger than before.
His originally stern face was now filled with majesty and dignity.
"You...what are you?" he asked in horror.
Mu Feng, who had activated the Immortal Hegemony, smiled coldly, and gradually used more force with his hands, pinching the sick scholar's neck into a deep depression. His bones creaked, and he could hardly bear the force.
Mu Feng has now advanced to the initial stage of the fourth level of Nirvana. Therefore, just by activating the Immortal Hegemony, he can fight against the monks at the early stage of the fifth level of Nirvana. If he uses the secret branding method, he can fight against the monks at the sixth level of Nirvana!
The sick scholar gritted his teeth, and a cold light suddenly appeared from the edge of the folding fan in his hand. The tyrannical Holy Yuan surged on it and spit out sharp edges.
This folding fan looks ordinary, but it is actually a holy weapon used by the sick scholar. There is actually a sharp blade hidden on the edge of the fan!
At this moment, he stabbed Mu Feng's abdomen fiercely, hoping to relieve the current predicament. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Go to hell!"
But the next moment, he felt as if the folding fan was stuck on something hard. He looked down and found that the folding fan was stuck on the Feng caught it with one hand?
"You still want to kill people and seize treasures? You are overestimating your capabilities!"
Mu Feng snorted coldly and exerted force on his hands again. The holy energy in his body was now concentrated on his palms, trying to strangle the patient to death.
But at this moment, the sick scholar suddenly opened his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and directly sprayed out a stream of dark green gas, which instantly enveloped Mu Feng's head.
Ordinary poisons were useless to Mu Feng. In addition, he had now activated the immortal hegemonic form, which was indestructible and indestructible to all poisons. However, this poison actually made him dizzy for a moment.
For a moment, he subconsciously let go of his hand and blocked it in front of him, but the sick scholar took the opportunity to slip away.
"Damn boy, it turns out you are still hiding this method, but this sudden surge in power will definitely not last long. I will wait until these people wake up and see if you can still keep your treasure!"
The sick scholar said fiercely, he found that Mu Feng was no match for him in a head-on fight alone, and Mu Feng seemed to be immune to toxins, which made most of his methods ineffective.
However, he still has some confidence in his speed. When the person dragged to Chiyang Shenzong wakes up, Mu Feng will definitely not be able to escape regardless of whether he has ulterior motives or not.
Mu Feng looked towards the Chiyang Divine Sect and found that the eyelids of the two elders were twitching slightly at this moment, obviously they were about to break free from the illusion.
He looked at the sick scholar again, but within a moment, the sick scholar had already swept away more than ten feet in the direction of the canyon, his body like lightning.
In an instant, powerful Saint Yuan poured into his feet, and thick clouds emerged, transforming into nine cloud dragons, carrying Mu Feng and rushing forward.
This is a Nirvana-level super sacred movement technique. It is extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it rushes in front of the sick scholar. His figure is as fast as a point of light, leaving behind a series of afterimages along the way.
The sick scholar was immediately stunned. He only saw a phantom passing by him. When he came back to his senses, he found that Mu Feng was already standing in front of him.
"If you know my secret, then I can only ask you to die!"
In an instant, the Qingxiao Sword was held in his hand, and a huge thunder was released in an instant. The electric arc jumped around, so densely packed that a radius of 100 meters instantly turned into a thunder pool!
Vientiane Thunder Sword Technique!
Mu Feng raised the long sword in his hand high, and a giant elephant seemed to condense out of the countless thunderbolts, and then ran forward wildly, and countless sword lights struck out in an instant.
"no, do not want!"
The sick scholar's pupils suddenly shrank, reflecting countless thunderous images. He raised the folding fan in his hand, and the holy energy in his body came out crazily and clearly, condensing in front of his body in an attempt to block the attack.
But when the sword light fell, Mu Feng slowly took two steps forward, and the Qingxiao Sword in his hand was put into the space sacred weapon. The sick scholar opposite him split into two parts starting from the folding fan in his hand, then his arms, and then his head.
and the entire body.
The sick scholar was killed with a sword, and all his cultivation was reduced to nothing. Countless thunders surged upwards, but in a matter of seconds, the sick scholar's body was reduced to powder on the ground.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the pile of smoke and dust was blown away without a trace. The person who had deliberately hidden in the team just disappeared without a trace.
Mu Feng's secret about the wordless golden book was also able to continue to be kept secret.