Yi Feng solved the family crisis and set off for Nanzhou. He was going to the Feng Clan to pick up his sister Yi Xue.
Although Yi Feng was just a clone, he possessed nearly half of the strength of his original body. His speed was like lightning. Two days later, he arrived at the dividing line between Dongzhou and Nanzhou.
As long as you cross the dividing line, you will enter the Nanzhou boundary.
At this time, a huge canyon appeared in front of Yi Feng. The canyon was filled with smoke, making it difficult for spiritual consciousness to penetrate into it.
There are powerful restrictions on the dividing lines of each state. It cannot be teleported directly and needs to be crossed on foot. Yi Feng did not hesitate and stepped directly into the canyon.
As soon as he entered the canyon, Yi Feng's expression changed slightly.
Yi Feng is no stranger to the boundary areas between states. After all, he has traveled to many states.
The dividing line contains the power of the two neighboring states. The dividing area between Dongzhou and Nanzhou should contain the power of the two attributes of wood and fire. But now the canyon not only does not have these two powers, but is filled with them.
It is an extremely strong demonic force.
Yi Feng looked back, and saw that the road behind him had disappeared, and a disgusting smell filled the air.
"I wonder who actually arranged such a psychedelic magic formation in this boundary?"
Yi Feng's brows wrinkled slightly. If he had been in the original body, he would have been able to feel the strangeness of the canyon before entering. However, there is a gap between the clone and the original body after all.
The other party is really brave. The boundary area is where people from Dongzhou and Nanzhou pass. If the other party arranges this kind of magic formation here, isn't it afraid that powerful people will pass by?
But it also shows that the other party may have extraordinary means.
Yi Feng thought for a few breaths, then stepped forward, his consciousness remained activated. In this magic formation, Yi Feng's consciousness could only detect a distance of about a hundred feet.
The gravel beneath your feet is strewn with rugged terrain, and you step on the bones of unknown spiritual beasts from time to time. A terrifying and shrill whistling sound echoes in your ears. If you are an ordinary person, this kind of magic sound alone can make you collapse.
Not long after walking, Yi Feng stopped and his face moved slightly. In his perception, there was a fight going on ahead.
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In a relatively flat place in the canyon, dozens of figures were gathered together. These people were men and women, old and young. They were wearing relatively uniform blue clothes, holding various weapons in their hands, and looking at them with vigilant faces.
around.
These people had obviously gone through a hard battle. They had minor injuries, their clothes were torn, and their bodies were in a sorry state. Among them, three old men who had reached the divine level were at the outermost periphery, and their bodies were already covered in blood.
, short of breath, breath agitated.
Around these people, there were gusts of wind and dark shadows, and from time to time there were ghost figures rushing towards the crowd.
The three old men held sharp swords, and the swords were shining with light, splitting away the ghosts one by one, but these ghosts seemed to be endless, constantly attacking the crowd.
The three old men were exhausted and could only hold on. If they could not resist, the dozens of young disciples among them would be swallowed up by the ghosts.
"Three elders, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive this calamity. You three, please leave us alone and leave first."
Among the crowd in the middle, a young man in his thirties spoke.
The man is tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a very handsome face. His aura is the highest among the young people, and he has reached the eighth level of psychic realm.
"Xue Lang, at this time, don't say these words. If the three of us abandon you and leave, how can we have the face to return to the sect."
An old man closest to Xue Lang turned around and said.
The old man's body was thin and his aura had reached the third level of trance.
Just as the emaciated old man was speaking, several ghost figures quietly approached the old man, waving their dark claws and launched a frantic attack on the emaciated old man.
"Wang Shan, be careful!"
The expressions of the other two old men changed greatly, and they warned hurriedly that they were just dealing with attacks from other ghosts and could not support them at all.
Wang Shan's reaction was not slow, and the power inside his body rioted. The sword in his hand shined brightly. As he was swinging, two ghost figures were reduced to nothing under the sharp sword. However, there was another ghost figure coming behind Wang Shan, sharp and sharp.
The ghost claws scratched across, leaving three deep claw marks on Wang Shan's back. The wounds became dark and the blood that flowed out was extremely fishy.
Black energy surged on Wang Shan's face, and he leaned his sword on the ground. He could no longer support himself and slumped down.
At this time, six more ghost figures appeared around Wang Shan and rushed towards Wang Shan.
The other two people looked anxious, and they used their strength to push back several ghost figures, and they rushed towards Wangshan together.
As a result, focusing on one thing and not the other, on the other side, several ghost figures had already approached the young disciples.
These ghosts can compete with the powerful ones in the divine realm. Facing these young people who are only in the psychic realm, just one encounter will probably cause huge killings, and everyone's faces show a look of despair.
Among the crowd, Xue Lang held a sword in his hand and rushed forward to face the ghost. Knowing that he would definitely die, Xue Lang did not look back, just to be able to resist for a moment and fight for a slim chance of survival for his fellow disciples behind him.
"Xue Lang!"
Although the two elders solved the ghosts around Wangshan, they saw the scene on the other side. They couldn't help but clench their eyes and their eyes were red. Xue Lang is the most talented disciple in the sect, and he is just over thirty now.
It has reached the eighth level of psychic realm. Even if this talent is placed in the Holy Land, one can become a Holy Son.
The three divine realm elders originally brought their sect disciples to the valley at the boundary of the state for training, but they did not expect that such a change would happen and they were surrounded by countless ghosts emerging from the valley.
The strength of these ghosts is equivalent to the level of Danyuan Realm, as if they are endless. If one is eliminated, more will appear. Although the three of them are strong in the divine realm, they are also affected by the demonic power of the ghosts, and their strength is constantly increasing.
consumption is reduced.
Now that Wang Shan was seriously injured, in order to rescue Wang Shan, the two divine realm elders temporarily ignored the other party and allowed several ghosts to take advantage of them. It was obviously too late to rush over now.
Several ghost figures were extremely fast and arrived in front of Xue Lang in just an instant. They raised their dark claws and slashed hard towards Xue Lang.
The auras of the ghosts were all at the level of the Danyuan realm, and Xue Lang was only at the eighth level of psychic realm. Facing the attacks of several ghosts, Xue Lang's face was filled with horror. He knew that he could not resist, and he just wanted to trade his body for a few breaths of time.
So that the elders can protect other disciples.
Just as those ghost claws fell, a sudden change occurred, and a colorful ray of light appeared in front of Xue Lang. Several ghost figures were immediately scattered by the colorful rays of light.
The colorful rays of light condensed, and a cyan figure emerged.