Chapter 179

"Let's go. Since we can't go back, let's continue to turn around. What are so many of us afraid of?" Yi Xiaofeng said.

Their team can defeat less than half of the night mountain, but they are still afraid of this mountain forest?

The crowd nodded, only so for the time being.

They continued on their way.

Jianzhen sighed: "Yi Xiaofeng, you are really powerful. It's the first time I've seen such a spiritual person like you in my life. Are you the son of luck?"

Yi Xiaofeng smiled faintly and said, "I'm not the son of luck. I'm just an ordinary swordsman."

The three owls also marveled in their hearts.

Yi Xiaofeng is really a wonder!

No wonder the sword saint will take him as a disciple!

They began to expect what would happen next.

Yi Xiaofeng is looking forward to this ghost forest.

You can find the sword God's Secret script!

Blessed land!

"By the way, how powerful is the sword God you said, how better than my master?" Yi Xiaofeng suddenly asked.

The God in the sword sounds very forced.

The Venerable Master of the southern Qin Dynasty stroked his beard and said, "it's not the same era. It's not easy to compare, but the sword God is a legend in the whole cultivation world. Before he appeared, the cultivation world respected Dharma, and swordsmen were not as prosperous as they are now."

Jianzhen said, "the sword God must be stronger. There has been only one sword God since ancient times."

Han Yuan said, "I'm also the sword God."

"What kind of sword God are you?"

"White lotus sword God!"

"What? I haven't heard of it!"

Listening to the praise of the southern Qin Zun and Jianzhen to the sword God, Yi Xiaofeng was inexplicably unhappy.

Is my sword master's card face bad?

Yi Xiaofeng said, "the sword God is so powerful. Why did he die?"

Jianzhen replied, "people have a deadline, but they are not real gods. Of course they will die."

"Xiuxian asked, asking for longevity. Those who die on the road are losers."

"Eternal life is illusory after all."

Yi Xiaofeng fell into thinking.

In this way, becoming an immortal is just a legend for practitioners.

Even if Lu Shuan is a descendant of immortals, no one will believe it.

……

Two hours later.

Yi Xiaofeng and others stopped to have a rest.

Three owls stand in all directions of the team, looking for directions.

Yi Xiaofeng sat on the ground and asked, "how's it going? Have we really been wandering around? "

In these two hours, he didn't see the red light again, and he was a little disappointed.

"I don't think so. This ghost forest is a little big." The black owl shook his head.

The venerable nanqin tut said, "I didn't expect that there was such a place in such a large state of Wu. I didn't know it before."

Yi Xiaofeng was thoughtful.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Don't roll over here.

"Master, there are many wronged souls nearby. Can I absorb some?"

A voice sounded weakly in Yi Xiaofeng's heart.

No sword.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately took out his sword.

As soon as the blade came out, the Dragon sounded.

A blue light burst from the sword and drove out the darkness. Everyone looked back.

The sword can't generate a suction force, whistling and generating wind.

"Ah, ah --"

A faint scream came, and a ghost was attacked and quickly drilled into the sword.

The black owl was stunned and said, "can this sword absorb souls?"

He has been shocked too many times since he entered the ghost forest.

One by one, the wronged souls were attacked, passed before the eyes of the people, and couldn't drill into the sword one after another.

Jianzhen swallowed her saliva and subconsciously looked at her emperor's heart sword.

He suddenly felt that his sword was so ordinary.

"No, the sword is my partner. I have to trust it."

Jianzhen cleaned up her mood and her eyes became firm.

Nanqin venerable narrowed his eyes and said, "prepare for battle. Maybe we can lead out the big head by relying on the demon sword."

The three owls nodded.

Yi Xiaofeng felt the familiar heat pouring into his body again.

He was a little nervous. I wonder if this ability would be harmful?

Is this a magic sword?

Yi Xiaofeng thought and suddenly began to chant scriptures.

His voice was low, but everyone could hear it.

With his chanting voice, everyone's heart was inexplicably stable.

"Is it the Sutra of transcendence in the Vajra Buddhist temple?" Sword Zhen envies.

How much benefit did that relic gold pill bring to Yi Xiaofeng?

"What sword is this?"

A cold hoarse voice sounded, startling everyone to look left and right and look into the darkness.

The venerable nanqin said in a deep voice, "who? Come out! "

"I am a ghost. You have offended me. Do you want to die?"

spirits?

LV Shuan and Guo Lingling were frightened.

Han Yuan scolded, "fart is a ghost, just a lonely ghost!"

"Bold!"

With the roar of ghosts and gods, there was a strong wind in the mountains.

The Venerable Master of the southern Qin Dynasty snorted coldly, brushed his sleeve and swept out with surging spiritual power.

The three owls seemed to sense something and disappeared in place out of thin air.

Boom! Boom! Boom

There were deafening sounds in the dark.

Yi Xiaofeng and others couldn't see the battle and couldn't help sweating for the three owls.

The Venerable Master of the southern Qin Dynasty suddenly threw himself into the darkness.

Han Yuan watched anxiously, clenched his fists and murmured, "Damn it, I'm so weak..."

Before, he could protect Yi Xiaofeng.

Now Yi Xiaofeng is better than him.

This feeling is too oppressive!

He also wants to find a place to practice well, but he doesn't have so much time.

Jianzhen pulled out her sword and glanced at Han Yuan and said, "I've fought with ghosts for more than ten thousand times in my life. This time, I'll see what's different about the ghosts in daganzhou."

With that, he took his sword and killed into the darkness.

Now only Yi Xiaofeng, Han Yuan, Liu ruqin, Guo Lingling, Qin Qinxue and LV Shuan are left.

The sword was still sucking souls, which made their ears echoed with the howling and crying of the wronged souls, making their scalp numb and nervous.

LV Shuan muttered, "is it true that so many experts go together?"

Han Yuan sweated coldly on his forehead and said, "don't panic. The sword devil hasn't shot yet, hasn't he?"

Liu ruqin ignored him and looked around with the same vigilance.

The battle continued.

Yi Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the middle finger of his right hand was burning.

To be exact, the storage ring is hot.

He put his divine knowledge into it.

Reaching the fifth floor of the Qi refining realm can generally produce divine consciousness. Yi Xiaofeng has not specially practiced this technique, so he can only use divine consciousness to check the storage ring.

It turned out to be it

Nine turn Dementor light!

This almost forgotten magic weapon!

Tu Xin's father was killed by the sword saint in order to seize the lamp. In order to raise the jiuzhuan Dementor lamp, he also specially cultivated colorful glazed trees.

However, Yi Xiaofeng's cultivation is too low to touch the nine turn soul lamp, so he has been thrown into the storage ring.

"Why is the nine turn Dementor lamp hot?"

Yi Xiaofeng became nervous.

This lamp is a big treasure that Tu Xin's ancestors couldn't recognize as their Lord.

He didn't know whether to take it out.

The nine turn Dementor lamp is getting hotter and hotter.

Yi Xiaofeng was afraid that his other babies would be burned, so he had to take out the jiuzhuan Dementor lamp.

The oil lamp has turned on.

As the lights appeared, they lit up in the darkness in all directions.

Liu ruqin asked in surprise, "what is this lamp?"

Qin Qinxue squints.

This light has also caused discussion on the Internet before, but Yi Xiaofeng collected it too quickly and didn't take it out again, so the heat soon disappeared.