Chen Feng looked at the young man's back and said one last thing.
"Nosy guy."
Yang Yong curled his lips with disdain on his face.
He had carefully observed Chen Feng, but he did not detect any dangerous aura from Chen Feng's body.
In other words, this is a guy weaker than him.
"As long as I conquer the spiritual creatures, my strength will be raised to another level, and I can kill them back when the time comes."
There was longing in Yang Yong's eyes, and he could feel his heart pounding.
He pinched it with his fingers and held the knife behind his back in his hand.
At twelve o'clock in the morning, the blood moon was extremely bright, and the ground was covered with a layer of blood red.
Fog began to form around him, and Yang Yong immediately became wary.
Blood Spirit appears.
"Why is this fog red? My sight range is less than five meters. It's a bit evil."
"But no matter how evil you are, it can't compare to my knife. As long as the knife is in your hand, there is nothing that can't be broken with one knife."
Yang Yong felt at ease.
Suddenly, a dragon-like thing appeared on the ground.
"This thing must be a spiritual creature. Before it noticed, I killed him with one knife."
The blood mist around this dragon-shaped creature is the thickest, and there is a faint aura of heaven and earth on it. Through these two characteristics, Yang Yong is sure that the thing in front of him is a spiritual thing.
"cut!"
Knife, unsheathed.
A cold light flashed across, and the sword was drawn to full strength.
The dragon-shaped creature let out a miserable cry and ran away crazily.
"The spiritual object is mine."
"Hmph, whoever touches it will die. It's just a spiritual creature that can't be easily captured."
Yang Yong kicked his feet, raised his knife and quickly chased and killed the spiritual creature. The first task now was to severely injure it and then subdue it.
Although this spiritual creature is weak, it is very fast and can run a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
"Where to escape."
Yang Yong shouted loudly, raised his knife and slashed it instantly.
He had used all his strength in these few cuts, and had consumed most of his cultivation. He finally saw the spiritual creature shrinking into a ball weakly, and felt relieved in his heart.
The spirit creature is now like a girl who has taken off her clothes, not letting him do whatever he wants.
Not seeing Chen Feng, Yang Yong was secretly happy. After subduing the spiritual creature, he left immediately, otherwise he would be in trouble if he got caught by that verbose guy.
Suddenly, as if a pair of invisible hands grabbed him, the energy in his body disappeared crazily.
"What's going on? Why is my anger gone?"
He panicked a little, and this feeling of being out of his control frightened him.
After a brief panic, he immediately calmed down.
In his mind, he unconsciously thought of Chen Feng's words, "Whoever touches him will die." He was fooled.
What he saw just now was just a deception of spiritual beings, and he had been in an illusion all along.
"Damn it, I fell into a trap."
Yang Yong did not hesitate, bit his finger, a few drops of blood dripped out, pinched it with his fingers, and a gentle force began to isolate the evil power in his body.
When the evil power left my body, I felt a sweetness in my throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
His vision went dark, and if he hadn't bitten his tongue, he might have fallen into the hands of the spirit creature.
"It evolved, it evolved."
A flash of fear flashed in Yang Yong's eyes.
He smiled miserably. He had lost his only hope of advancement and had no hope of completing his revenge.
"I told you not to die. If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot."
At this moment, a faint voice sounded.
A figure slowly walked out, it was Chen Feng who was watching the battle.
After seeing Yang Yong manipulate the air, he knew that the young man was under an illusion.
"Hmph, you'd better leave quickly. This spiritual creature has evolved and you can't fight it."
"Don't go and die."
Yang Yong said softly.
"That's because you are too weak."
Chen Feng shook his head and did not leave.
Pinch it with your fingers to activate the formation.
This young man had done one thing for him, which was to lure the blood spirit out, saving him a lot of trouble.
Now that the formation has been activated, this blood spirit can no longer escape.
"You..." Yang Yong spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his lungs were about to explode. If he hadn't been seriously injured now, he would have raised his knife and fought Chen Feng desperately.
"Flying knife!"
"Whoosh!" The flying knife cut through the red mist, swept towards the spiritual object, and passed through the blood spirit.
Although the spiritual object is invisible and formless, the strong and yang energy on the flying knife still plays a certain role.
"Hmph, hidden weapons are useless. If you don't run away now, you will end up like me later."
Yang Yong snorted coldly, with a look of disdain in his eyes.
Spiritual beings gave birth to spiritual wisdom and now they have evolved, even if they are at the earth level, they have to avoid the sharp edge for a while.
"That's because you are too weak."
Chen Feng emphasized again.
Hearing Chen Feng's words, Yang Yong was extremely depressed and looked at Xue Wu in silence.
"Spirit-beaming array! Open!"
Chen Feng let out a soft drink, pinched his fingers continuously, and an invisible force began to surround him.
This formation is useless to living people, but it has a fatal confinement effect on blood spirits.
The blood spirit roared and let out an angry roar.
"I admit that you are a little stronger than me, but the birth of spiritual objects is not easy. Each spiritual object has its own bloodline talent."
"The illusion of this spiritual creature is very powerful. Your formations can only trap it but cannot harm it, so it is useless."
Yang Yong said slowly, and after just one glance, he was sure that Chen Feng was only slightly better than him.
The surrounding blood mist was extremely thick, and the visible distance to the naked eye was less than two meters.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
This man had a sword on his back, and his aura was so powerful that it could reach the sky.
"This is a heaven-level master!"
"How can there be a heaven-level powerful person? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Yang Yong was shocked. He had never seen a heaven-level powerhouse, but he could tell from the aura that the aura of the person in front of him was much stronger than that of an earth-level powerhouse.
"It's over, we are all going to die here."
Yang Yong swallowed, and the young man's face was full of fear.
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows. This blood spirit had a good talent and bloodline, and could also use illusions to fake a heaven-level aura.
However, all this was of no use to him. If he were an ordinary warrior, he would have been scared to death.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, the wind of the fist whizzed through the air and sent out a spark. Chen Feng shouted softly: "Break it for me!"
"court death."
Yang Yong's eyes turned cold, and he desperately restored his cultivation and prepared to escape.
The fist wind and the sword energy of the heaven-level expert passed through, and the fist seemed to pass through a piece of paper, killing the heaven-level expert transformed by the blood spirit.
"Illusion?"
Yang Yong was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes when he looked at Chen Feng, which meant that this guy was not looking for death at all, he had already seen it.
At the moment when the illusion was shattered, the surrounding blood mist disappeared instantly, and the blood spirits fled quickly.
"receive!"
Chen Feng kept pinching his fingers, and the formation began to shrink, trapping the blood spirit within it.
"God Refining Cauldron, give it to me."
The cauldron grew from small to large, emitting a faint light that shrouded the blood spirit.
The blood spirit let out a sharp scream and was subdued.
"Such a strong baby."
Yang Yong licked his lips and became jealous.
Then he smiled bitterly, he was seriously injured now, and if no one could save him, he would probably die.
"Taking this pill will save your life."
At this moment, the strong man who had just accepted the spiritual object suddenly threw a pill over.
"Thanks."
After a moment of silence, Yang Yongcai responded in a hoarse voice, took the elixir and turned around to leave.
The God-Refining Cauldron slowly becomes smaller, and the blood spirits have been subdued.
"It's done."
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, the trip went smoothly.
Except for the young man I met, which brought some twists and turns to the process of conquering the blood spirits.
"There's that kid's breath here, as if a big battle just happened. It's the breath of a spiritual creature."
At this moment, a burst of chaotic footsteps came towards Chen Feng.