At this moment, Xuan Wuqi's cultivation level has been upgraded to the second level of trance. Although it seems that it has only been improved by one level, its strength has been greatly enhanced. Yi Feng felt great pressure. Fighting with Xuan Wuqi, Yi Feng
Originally, he tried his best, even resorting to pills and talismans, but now faced with Xuan Wuqi, who had improved his strength, Yi Feng was already a little unable to resist, and the injuries on his body were aggravated by the few moves he managed to resist.
"Yi Feng, go die now!" Xuan Wuqi's momentum was overwhelming. The golden sword in his hand had completely turned black. As he swung it, there were gusts of sinister wind and howling ghosts and wolves.
Xuan Wuqi's figure flashed, and he came to Yi Feng in an instant. Before Yi Feng could dodge, he swung his sword down again.
"Devil sword kill!"
The black sword light seemed to come from the land of Jiuyou, containing the power of life and death, and submerged Yi Feng's figure in it.
"Donghuang Bell!"
A golden ray broke through the black light, the black light dissipated, and Yi Feng's figure was revealed again.
At this time, there was an illusory big clock surrounding Yi Feng. The bell body was simple and complex, with complex lines carved on it. While the lines flickered, the surrounding black light had no impact at all.
Among the big clocks, Yi Feng sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into trance.
Xuan Wuqi's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. The previous magic sword kill was almost his killing move. Unexpectedly, it did not cause any harm to Yi Feng. He could see that his attack was completely blocked by the illusory big clock in front of him.
Resisted.
"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Xuan Wuqi inspired a trace of his spiritual consciousness and wanted to explore the big bell, but before his spiritual consciousness could get close to the big bell, it was scattered by a strange force.
"At the very least, it is a top-grade magic weapon of the earth level. I didn't expect this Yi Feng to have a magic weapon of this level." Xuan Wuqi showed a hint of greed. He has now reached the second level of trance and has great confidence in his attacks.
, ordinary earth-level magic weapons cannot resist their own attacks, and only top-level earth-level magic weapons can do so.
"Boy, this magic weapon belongs to me!"
It didn't move at all, and was not affected at all. Xuan Wuqi struck the Donghuang Bell a few more times with his sword. Apart from some ripples, not even a trace was left on its surface.
No matter how Xuan Wuqi attacked, Yifeng in Donghuang Zhong always sat cross-legged and meditated, and the previous injuries on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under his full attack, the opponent was able to recover from his injuries with peace of mind, which made Xuan Wuqi's face become extremely ugly and ferocious. Generally, magic weapons are connected to the user's breath, but this big clock seems to have its own intelligence.
, taking the initiative to defend Yi Feng. I have never seen this kind of magic weapon.
For a moment, Xuan Wuqi felt that the big clock was like a turtle shell, and he had no idea what to do.
At this time, Yi Feng finally opened his eyes, his eyes were shining with light, and his aura was back to its peak, even better than before.
The battle with Xuan Wuqi made Yi Feng feel great pressure. This pressure also increased Yi Feng's potential. Yi Feng felt that his strength had improved compared to before.
"It's a pity, after all, I had to use the Donghuang Bell!" Yi Feng looked at the golden Donghuang Bell wall all around, with a little regret in his eyes. The power of the Donghuang Bell was truly revealed after it was promoted to a heaven-level magic weapon.
When it comes out, not only is its defensive power greatly enhanced, but it also has the effect of trapping enemies. The Donghuang Bell is even more powerful than Jinghong Sword Technique, becoming Yi Feng's strongest trump card.
However, no matter how strong this trump card is, it is still a foreign object. Yi Feng is not willing to rely on the Donghuang Bell all the time. Only in the most critical moments will Yi Feng use this sword magic weapon. The power of the Donghuang Bell did not disappoint Yi Feng.
, after Xuan Wuqi reached the second level of trance and attacked with all his strength, the Donghuang Bell once again showed its powerful defensive effect. Even if Yi Feng did not deliberately control it, it still defended Xuan Wuqi's attack.
The Donghuang Bell has returned to the level of heaven and has given birth to its own spirituality. If this spirituality continues to grow, it will exist independently like a divine soul body and be able to communicate with others. However, the Donghuang Bell has not yet reached this level.
, Even so, the Donghuang Bell cannot be destroyed by the current Xuan Wuqi.
"Xuan Wuqi, in order to increase your strength, you did not hesitate to use elixirs to become a demon. You must have collected powerful demonic skills before." Yi Feng looked at Xuan Wuqi, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. The sword that Xuan Wuqi had used before
The magic method has magic skills. If you have not practiced it, you will never have such power. Yi Feng is not biased against the magic skills. The magic skills are powerful, but they can lose your mind. If you are not mentally strong, you will only become a victim of the magic power.
Slaves, this also leads to the fact that most of those who practice the demonic path will do whatever it takes to pursue power. Only a few people can stick to their hearts. Although they practice the demonic path, they will not fall into the devil.
"So what if you become a demon? In the Jiuzhou Continent, the strong are originally respected. Having power means being able to control your own destiny and the life and death of others. Yi Feng, don't you understand this?" Xuan Wuqi was enveloped in black energy, and his face changed.
He gradually became ferocious and crazy.
"It is true that the strong are respected, but pursuing power and losing oneself will only be in vain in the end." Yi Feng looked at Xuan Wuqi, with an inexplicable color in his eyes. In his previous life, he fell into the devil's path and spent all day long.
Along with the killing, in the end, only power was left in his eyes. With something to protect in this life, he understood the meaning of having power, which in turn allowed him to grow faster.
"Hmph! That's because you didn't realize the benefits of power. Now I'm going to show you the power I have, and the demons will devour the world!"
A monstrous magical power enveloped the entire Tianxuan Sect, and wandering demonic shadows pounced on the Tianxuan Sect disciples and elders below.
Ahhhh...
There were screams one after another, and the demonic shadow fell on the person. The flesh and blood on his body quickly disappeared, and finally turned into a white skeleton. In just a few moments, nearly half of the hundreds of thousands of disciples and elders fell into the demonic shadow.
Down, the other survivors dispersed in a rush, escaping hastily with fear on their faces.
After those ghosts absorbed the vitality of flesh and blood, they transferred the power to Xuan Wuqi's body. Xuan Wuqi's aura rose again at this moment, from the early stage of entering the second level of the gods, to the later stage of the climb, and finally reached its peak.
"Yi Feng, how are you? The magic technique has this kind of power. In a short time, I have reached this level. If I practice step by step, can I have this kind of power?" A look appeared on Xuan Wuqi's face.
A proud smile.
Hearing Xuan Wuqi's words, he lowered his head and looked at the scenes that were like purgatory on earth. Yi Feng's eyes showed a hint of complexity. Once upon a time, he had also caused such killings, even more than Xuan Wuqi. At that time, he
He regarded human life as nothing but a piece of grass and had no mercy at all. But now seeing this kind of killing, Yi Feng felt an inexplicable rage in his heart.