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Chapter 205

The man in the bamboo hat scanned the area in the direction of Zhao Feng with a pair of frightening blue eyes.

A trace of mental fluctuation is like a spider web weaving and extending, obscure and powerful, unpredictable.

Suddenly, Zhao Feng's mind was shaken, and he felt the ground beneath his feet shattering and collapsing, turning into an endless abyss. In mid-air, countless huge fireballs, each weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms, roared and roared towards him.

That destructive force can be called a catastrophic level. Even if it is as powerful as the True Spirit Realm, it will be surrounded by dangers.

At the moment of life and death, Zhao Feng's left eyeball glowed with a sharp blue light, and in the space of his left eye, a small blue abyss quickly rotated and extended.

call!

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the illusion in front of him suddenly shattered, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The mental illusion of the man in the bamboo hat was so powerful that it almost made Zhao Feng stunned.

You must know that during the trial, even the Phantom Fox, who was good at spiritual illusions, did not affect Zhao Feng.

"No! This is not just an illusion, it also contains a spiritual attack. If I hadn't resolved it with my left eye, it would have severely damaged my mind. This would be more serious and terrifying than a physical injury..."

Zhao Feng secretly analyzed the attack of the man in the hat just now.

The opponent's use in the spiritual realm is superb, and the spiritual attacks created by illusions are as real as real ones.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had a clear understanding of the strength of the man in the hat. His cultivation had reached at least the seventh level of transcendence, and his spiritual level was comparable to the true spirit realm.

"Is it an illusion?"

The man in a bamboo hat stood on the big tree in front of the ancient temple, looking slightly confused.

He has always been very confident in his own intuition, which is a unique talent in the spiritual field.

But when he launched an illusion attack in that area, there was no response.

Even a strong person who has transcended the seventh level of the world will be injured and even exposed when faced with his illusion attack.

"The man in the hat is still not sure who I am in hiding."

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shadow Cloak is indeed a heritage treasure. At night, the invisibility effect is doubled, allowing his body to completely blend into the night.

Furthermore, at the critical moment, Zhao Feng mobilized his bloodline power without reservation, fully displaying the power of the Shadow Cloak.

Meow meow!

At this critical moment, a little gray cat jumped onto the big tree opposite.

What!

Zhao Feng's heart thumped and he cursed secretly, you little thief cat, you have no idea when to come out, you have to come out now.

The little thieving cat grinned and stood on the big tree, facing the man in the bamboo hat from a distance.

"Hey! An invisible cat? What kind of monster is this?"

The man in the bamboo hat had a strange look on his face.

Whoosh!

The little thief cat's figure blended into the night and disappeared.

wipe!

This little thieving cat can also hide!

Zhao Feng was completely shocked, but then he thought about it. Cats are good at moving at night, let alone a race with mysterious origins like little thieving cats.

Meow meow!

The little thief cat appeared on another big tree, in a straight line with the man in the bamboo hat, about ten feet apart.

"This cat is interesting. Maybe it has some special blood in its body..."

The man in the hat was moved and planned to capture this invisible kitten alive.

The little thieving cat had a sly smile on his face and spit out a bronze coin from his mouth.

The ancient copper coin was thrown into the air by the little thieving cat, turned over and over again, and fell into the palm of his hand, quite like a little magic stick.

"Isn't this the treasure that the little thieving cat swallowed during the trial?"

Zhao Feng stared at the ancient copper coin.

The man in the bamboo hat was startled, as if he didn't understand the little thief cat's intention, but he could see the gloating expression on the thief cat's face. Not good! He suddenly let out a low cry and looked back. Whoosh - a red cloud rising into the sky, from the ancient temple

From the other side, flying shots came. In an instant, the fluctuations of vitality between heaven and earth intensified, and the power of the true spirit oppressed for several miles around, and countless creatures were frightened and trembled.

The breath of the true spiritual realm!

The man in the bamboo hat could no longer care about the weird little thieving cat. The aura of the true spirit realm had already rushed over and locked him.

The little thieving cat swallowed the ancient copper coin and sat on the tree, as if watching a tiger fight from afar.

The red clouds quickly stopped and floated in mid-air, revealing an old man in red robe and a red-haired boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Master! This is right here! This is where my disciple was plotted by them!"

The red-haired boy breathed heavily and pointed at the man in the hat.

The man in the bamboo hat sneered, and strangely cold and transparent ripples bloomed in his blue eyes, which swept away in an instant.

The red-robed old man frowned, but he could handle it, but the red-haired boy next to him let out a muffled scream.

"Hong'er!"

The old man in red robe quickly protected the young man, and the powerful true spirit energy turned into a crimson storm, forming a fan shape and rushing towards the man in the hat.

In an instant, a fan-shaped area with a diameter of more than ten feet was reduced to blackened ashes.

The man in the bamboo hat was in panic and kept retreating. It was obvious that he could not compete with the true spirit realm. If he was hit by that force head-on, even if he reached the peak of the seventh heaven, he would not be able to escape death.

Wow!

The man in the bamboo hat spit out a mouthful of blood and retreated to the ancient temple behind which was shrouded by the phantom formation.

"Hmph! It turns out that he is from the 'Guyoudian' and a member of the Thirteen Sects Alliance. Why did you attack Hong'er?"

The old man in red robe fed the young man a magic pill and chased him into the ancient temple.

Judging from the situation, the forces in the ancient temple not only targeted people from the Xiaoyue Sect, but also infiltrated surrounding sect forces.

The red-haired boy's cultivation has reached the fifth level of transcendence, which is quite impressive. If placed in the Xiaoyue Sect, he would at least be ranked among the top five true disciples.

Taking advantage of this chaotic moment, Zhao Feng rose from the spot and leaped to a nearby 100-foot-long ancient tree.

Standing on the top of the ancient tree, Zhao Feng opened his left eye, penetrated the illusion array, and looked at the scene in the ancient temple.

After the red-robed old man entered the ancient temple, he was ambushed by some people in the dark. However, as a master of the True Spirit Realm, he was powerful and killed five or six people in an instant.

Those beings who were killed were at least the fifth level of transcendence and above. They were all killed instantly, and no one could resist.

"This is the strength of the true spirit realm!"

Zhao Feng was secretly speechless.

"Tsk tsk, he is indeed a true spiritual realm elder of the Silver Moon Sect. Haven't you seen the 'mind-controlling seed' in this kid?"

The man in the bamboo hat laughed evilly.

"What! A mind-controlling species?"

The expression of the red-robed old man changed drastically.

puff!

A magic weapon dagger stabbed into the chest of the red-robed old man.

The person who took action was none other than the red-haired boy who was very close at hand.

"Hong'er, you..."

The old man in red robe was distraught, and a burst of real power knocked the young man away.

Immediately, the red-robed old man roared angrily: "Today I will definitely wipe out all of you. As long as the person who planted the 'mind-controlling seed' is killed, Hong'er can regain his freedom."

Standing on the ancient tree, Zhao Feng showed a thoughtful expression.

The Silver Moon Sect to which the red-robed old man belongs is one of the three sects. Along with the Lingyue Sect and Xiaoyue Sect, it is one of the sects participating in the "Three Sects Small Meeting".

The "Ancient Nether Palace" where the man in the hat is located is like the three sects and belongs to the Thirteen Sects Alliance.

At this moment, the situation in the ancient temple changed again.

"Jiejie..."

A silver-streaked blood zombie walked out of a deep hall in the ancient temple.

The silver streaked blood was stiff, exuding a terrifying and cold corpse aura, the eyes were filled with red blood, and the aura was stronger than that of the man in the hat.

"It's actually him! Blood Zombie Helm Protector!"

Zhao Feng, who was watching from a distance, felt his heart skip a beat.

He had dealt with this silver streaked blood stiffness before. Last time in the Chiyue Cave, in a thrilling game, he only narrowly won half the battle.

At that time, the Protector of Blood Zombie Helm was extremely weak. He had just woken up and had basically no strength. Even then, Zhao Feng and others were almost wiped out.

Nowadays, the Protector of the Blood Zombie Helm has at least recovered to half a step of the True Spirit Realm. He has no physical strength and is even more tyrannical and terrifying.

He resisted the attack of the red-robed old man and fought away at close range. The body of the Blood Zombie Helm Protector was extremely hard and could withstand attacks from the true spirit realm.

The man in the hat, on the other hand, was in the distance, using mental attacks to interfere.

"Even so, if the two of them join forces, it will be difficult to defeat an expert in the True Spirit Realm."

Zhao Feng analyzed in his mind.

In fact, the two blood freeze protectors did not intend to defeat the red-robed old man, but instead fought and retreated, constantly killing each other.

The man in the hat kept wearing down the old man in red robe from a spiritual level.

After a while, there was no one in the blood-stiffened helm protector and bamboo hat, and he retreated into the dark hall.

The old man and the young man in red robes rushed into the hall one after another.

A strange situation occurred.

As soon as a few people entered the hall, the entire ancient temple fell into dead silence, without any movement.

It was as if the red-robed old man and the young man were swallowed by a giant beast.

Zhao Feng vaguely felt a vast and frightening spiritual power surging in the hall.

soon.

The red-robed old man and the young man, with expressionless faces, walked out of the hall and left through the air.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"It's so weird!"

Zhao Feng was frightened.

He took a deep breath and pushed his left eye to its limit.

The next moment, his eyes penetrated the deep entrance of the palace and vaguely saw the situation inside. In the hall, the bamboo hats and the Blood Zombie Guardian were all injured. Especially the Blood Zombie Guardian, who withstood the fierce attack of the true spirit realm.

, the bones of his body almost fell apart. Even if this was him, if he had been in the average half-step True Spirit Realm, he would have died several times.

In the center of the hall, there is a futon with a lifeless skeleton sitting on it.

But within the eye sockets of the skeleton, there were two groups of deep red flames.

Zhao Feng subconsciously did not dare to use his left eye to peek at the skeleton frame.

call!

The two groups of faint red flames in the eye sockets of the skeleton became darker and darker, giving off a sense of weakness.

"Your Excellency is indeed one of the Twelve Hall Masters of the Scarlet Moon Sect. Even in this weak state, you can still control a master of the True Spirit Realm."

There was deep awe in the eyes of the man in the bamboo hat.

A mysterious voice came from the skeleton: "It's just a 'real person' from the True Spirit Realm. I have killed countless small characters like this in the past. To succeed this time, you have played a role in killing him."

Effect. This sign needs to rest for half a month.

Zhao Feng stared from a distance, unable to hear the conversation in the hall, but he felt a creepy feeling.

"Lord Master, I'm afraid this stronghold is no longer safe. Our rapid infiltration may have alerted the Thirteen Sects Alliance."

Protector of the Blood Zombie Helm said with a worried look on his face.

"It makes sense, but before that..."

A faint red light suddenly shot out from the dark eye sockets of the skeleton.

not good!

Standing on the top of the tree, Zhao Feng felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been contaminated by something disgusting, making him very uncomfortable.

"Wuyou, go and capture the kid outside alive. I have put a 'ghost mark' on him. Now only you can sense it and have the energy to chase him down.

The mysterious skeleton ordered.

Meow meow!

The little thieving cat suddenly ran away and returned to the storage bracelet.

"The mission is completed, let's go!"

The gray cloak behind Zhao Feng flickered, like an electric arc shadow, blending into the night and disappearing in a flash.

"Kid, you can't escape."

The man in the bamboo hat flew out of the ancient temple, his cold blue eyes locked on Zhao Feng.


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