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Chapter 641 Dominate the Purple Mist Lake (2)

"Senior Brother Jiu, you come from the Qianyou Holy Sect and are proficient in the secrets of the soul path and ghosts. Only you can come forward to deal with that kid."

One of the geniuses from the Two-Star Qiang Sect suggested.

As soon as this statement came out, several other Holy Land geniuses agreed.

Including the Lord-level swordsman young man also nodded in agreement.

Zhao Feng comes from the three-star "Xuanzhen Holy Sect". Generally, geniuses from two-star powerful sects would not dare to provoke him easily.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the withered-faced man "Senior Brother Jiu".

"good"

Senior Brother Withered Face Jiu, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Among these people, he has the most strength and seniority.

Purple Smoke Lake.

Zhao Feng is sitting on the ancient giant crocodile, with many demon fish under his command, active in the nearby waters for several miles.

at present.

He didn't dare to go deep into Ziyan Lake, but just searched for resources on the periphery of the lake.

"According to information, there are more powerful monsters and monsters in the depths of Ziyan Lake, including the legendary race 'Mermaid Tribe', as well as the mysterious palace at the bottom of the lake."

Zhao Feng's eyes flickered.

The first step now is to be able to conquer the outer areas of Ziyan Lake.

Pop pop pop pop

A large number of demon fish are searching for various rare materials and treasures in the nearby waters.

Purple scale grass is still the main target.

Most of the other rare materials and treasures, although of high value, cannot improve Zhao Feng's own strength in the short term.

"Fifty-eight plants... sixty plants... sixty-three plants..."

Zhao Feng was counting the purple scale grass he had obtained.

at present.

He himself took more than thirty strains of purple scale grass, combined with the ancient breath of the dream, to produce defensive blood, and the effect was astonishing.

A thought.

A layer of scaly dark purple texture appears on Zhao Feng's body surface, like a close-fitting "scaled skin treasure garment".

"This defensive bloodline, apart from enhancing defense and physical strength, has no attack effect. However, this bloodline allows me to integrate into the 'Purple Smoke Lake' more easily."

Zhao Feng discovered an unexpected and reasonable benefit.

after all.

This purple scale grass is a product bred in the Purple Smoke Lake.

Zhao Feng took a large amount of Purple Scale Grass, which gave him more defensive blood and made him more adaptable to water, especially Purple Smoke Lake.

Now.

Even if Zhao Feng is in Purple Smoke Lake, he will not be regarded as an outsider or alien by the aquatic creatures in the lake.

Invisibly, the pressure of being hated is reduced by half.

"When I harvest a hundred plants of 'Purple Scale Grass' in total, I will head into the depths of Purple Smoke Lake."

Zhao Feng was thinking in his mind.

Just when he was thinking about it.

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At the other end of the lake shore, a thick dragon-shaped skeleton floated on the water, with a dark flame rising in the wind, carrying five or six people, approaching here.

"Huh? The secret technique of ghost corpses?"

Zhao Feng looked sideways.

On the dragon-shaped skeleton, stood five or six Holy Land geniuses.

The first two lords are none other than Senior Brother Kumenjiu and another swordsman young man.

The other four people are all in the late or peak Xiaodanyuan realm.

This group of men came menacingly, with greed in their eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, the junior named Zhao, you single-handedly devoured a large amount of purple scale grass and monopolized a large area of ​​rare materials and treasures, which makes us very envious."

Brother Jiu said in a strange tone.

"What do you want?"

Zhao Feng's sharp gaze was like a cold blade.

Everyone on the dragon-shaped skeleton felt an invisible chill.

With Zhao Feng's current bloodline and physique, just a glance can bring great pressure to an ordinary venerable person.

"What do you want? We want to buy some purple scale grass."

Brother Jiu, you are not afraid.

With his cultivation in the middle stage of the Great Alchemy Realm and his proficiency in the secrets of the soul path and ghosts, he is not afraid of a small Alchemy Realm with soul talent.

Acquisition?

Zhao Feng squinted his eyes and glanced at these people.

These people obviously came here to cause trouble under the guise of "acquisition".

The value of purple scale grass is immeasurable to the outside world.

A plant of purple scale grass is worth close to a mid-grade earth-level magic weapon.

To produce a defensive bloodline, it usually takes more than a dozen strains, and twenty strains are enough to be safe.

"In this way, we will purchase a Purple Scale Grass from you at the price of 10,000 high-grade Yuan Crystal Stones."

Brother Jiu squinted his eyes and said.

"Ten thousand high-quality Yuan Jingshi?"

Near the shore of the lake, some holy land geniuses who were watching almost choked.

Ten thousand high-grade Yuan Jingshi, I'm afraid I can't even buy a single root of "Purple Scale Grass".

This is outright blackmail.

"roll."

Zhao Feng was too lazy to pay attention.

But Senior Brother Jiu and others were obviously well prepared.

They did not leave, but made trouble nearby.

For example, they disrupted the actions of the demon fish so that Zhao Feng could not search for rare materials and treasures normally.

Several of the demon fish were brutally killed by these people.

"snort"

Zhao Feng's face darkened and he smiled instead of angry.

Well, his goal is to dominate Ziyan Lake, so let's use these people to establish his authority.

"superior"

With one thought, Zhao Feng controlled twenty ancient giant crocodiles and launched an attack on Senior Brother Jiu and others.

Twenty ancient giant crocodiles, all with fighting prowess comparable to those at the peak of the Xiaodanyuan realm, all launched a sprint in the lake. The time and place were favorable, and the momentum was magnificent.

The expressions of Senior Brother Jiu and others changed.

The four geniuses whose cultivation levels were lower than the Great Alchemy Realm suddenly panicked.

The ancient giant crocodile had a geographical advantage in this lake. Twenty of them launched an attack and immediately dispersed everyone.

"Operation Beheading"

Senior Brother Jiu shouted loudly, and together with the swordsman young man, the two Alchemy Realm Lords crossed over the ancient giant crocodile and killed Zhao Feng.

If you fight head-on against twenty ancient giant crocodiles and hundreds of monster fish, even the two great lords will feel numb.

but.

They understand the principle of "capture the thief and capture the king".

Zhao Feng is the leader of this water tribe army. As long as he is killed, everything will fall apart and they will also gain benefits.

There is no simpler strategy than this.

Seeing it, two Great Alchemy Realm Lords, one behind the other, were killing Zhao Feng.

The swordsman young man is in the front, has powerful attacks, and is responsible for the impact.

Senior Brother Jiu controlled the Lord-level golden skeleton. At the same time, he also activated the secret technique of soul path in an attempt to interfere with Zhao Feng's control of the Water Tribe Legion.

"Not good..."

On the shore of the lake, the female animal trainer had a hint of unbearability in her bright eyes.

As a beast tamer, she understands best that a "controlling" cultivation school like her own is most afraid of the "decapitation" strategy of powerful enemies.

How could Zhao Feng retreat safely under the attack of two Lord-level Holy Land geniuses?

"now"

Zhao Feng sat still and a black flag appeared in his hand.

Swish

The black flag was waved, and hundreds of cursed corpses appeared. The billowing gray smoke and flames, accompanied by the shocking resentment of ghosts and corpses, enveloped dozens of feet in radius.

"hiss"

The swordsman young man was just getting close when he was oppressed and entangled by the majestic thick cloud of ghost flames.

From the thick cloud of ghostly flames, countless pale and bloody withered hands stretched out into the body of the swordsman young man.

Today.

Each of Zhao Feng's cursed corpses has basically been upgraded to the half-step Danyuan realm, and has been integrated with the ancient aura of the dream world, and its power is far more than twice as powerful as before.

The swordsman young man had just entered, and his body felt cold, and his energy and soul were constantly draining away.

His combat strength was suddenly reduced by 30% to 40%.

And as time goes by, his combat power will continue to weaken. Once it exceeds ten breaths, he may turn into a pile of bones.

"Curse of a hundred corpses? Look at me——"

Brother Jiu laughed sinisterly, controlled the golden skeleton, and entered the curse of hundreds of corpses.

The golden skeleton entered the curse formation and was not affected much.

turn out to be.

The Hundred Corpse Curse has little effect on dead objects that also come from the ghost and corpse series.

What's more, this golden skeleton is at the level of the Great Alchemy Realm.

This way.

Zhao Feng still has to face a complete Lord-level swordsman, or even a weakened Lord-level swordsman.

"As long as the beheading is successful in a short period of time, everything can be broken."

Brother Jiu's heart is like a bright mirror.

But in the next moment, a scream came from the cursed formation of hundreds of corpses.

"ah"

The swordsman young man was cut by a dark purple light blade as thin as a cicada's wing in the thick cloud of ghost flames.

"The Blade of Purple Destruction"

The dark purple light blade in Zhao Feng's hand made a sound of wind and thunder, and the aura of destruction exploded, hitting the swordsman young man.

Although the swordsman young man had the early stage cultivation of the Great Alchemy Realm and his combat power was far superior to that of ordinary Lords, his strength and senses were greatly restricted in the cursed formation.

"How could..."

The swordsman young man's eyes widened and he couldn't understand that while Zhao Feng was controlling the formation, he still had no energy left to launch an attack on him.

Moreover, the offensive was so swift and violent.

Of course he didn't know that Zhao Feng practiced the "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Art" and could control the formation of hundreds of corpses with one hand and attack with the other hand. It was not difficult to do both.

Swish

Zhao Feng succeeded with one blow and disappeared.

As for the swordsman young man, his figure was shaky and he wanted to escape, but he was wrapped in thick clouds of billowing ghost flames.

Suffering a fatal injury, the swordsman young man could not break through in a short time, and his life or death was decided.

His essence and soul in the Great Alchemy Realm were quickly lost and became the nourishment for the curse formation.

In the formation of ghost corpses.

Zhao Feng only needs to face the Lord-level golden skeleton.

"Purple Lightning Whip"

A dark purple whip chain condensed in Zhao Feng's hand, which was more condensed than before. With a "" sound, it wrapped around the golden skeleton.

The power of Thunder Road itself has strong restraint on ghosts and corpses.

What's more, Zhao Feng's Purple Mie Wind Thunder contains a good aura of destruction.

The elixir core in his body is completely crystallized, comparable to that of the Lord. Under the influence of the ancient aura of the dream, Zi Mie's true essence has become closer to its origin, and its power has exceeded its own limitations.

tsk tsk

The golden skeleton emitted a burst of black smoke and struggled hard.

"Kneel down"

Zhao Feng shouted loudly and slapped the golden skeleton with a palm. His body and strength were like a giant beast.

now.

Zhao Feng's life constitution is close to that of a king, but his physical strength, strengthened by the ancient breath of the dream world, the blood of the sea whale's heart, purple scale grass, etc., is beyond the ordinary.

He slapped it out with a palm, and it exuded a majestic aura of ancient blood.

creak

The golden skeleton was suppressed to the point of being unable to move. The oppression spread from the body to the consciousness.

"Ice Emperor Seal"

On the palm of Zhao Feng's other hand, a faint blue crystal-like ice blue light seal appeared, like ice blue blooming, and the extreme cold power of the ancient ice emperor enveloped the golden skeleton.

Hiss

The golden skeleton was suppressed by the terrifying brute force and extreme cold power, and a layer of frost formed all over its body.

thump

The golden skeleton was pinned down by Zhao Feng on the surface of the ancient giant crocodile.

"Junior, don't even think about it——"

Senior Brother Jiu outside was shocked and roared in anger.

at this time.

He ignored the threat of the curse of hundreds of corpses and rushed in to save his golden skeleton.

That's a Lord-level ghost skeleton.

"snort"

Zhao Feng ignored it and merged with the Ice King Spear to bring the extreme cold power of the ice water bloodline to its peak.

Hiss

The golden skeleton's entire body was crystallized with ice, and it was soon placed in a hexahedral crystal seal.

"stop"

Brother Jiu flew over and slapped Zhao Feng with his palm.

Zhao Feng remained motionless.

Buzz

A layer of scaly dark purple texture appeared on his body surface, resembling a dragon scale warrior.

"Peng"

The palm of the Great Alchemy Realm was like a defeat, and the voice was low.


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