Chapter 187

The mountain is towering.

There is a golden gourd hanging on the mountain gate. When practitioners around a thousand miles see the gourd, they are all afraid and trembling. This is the Mountain Gate of the golden gourd sect.

In a conference hall at the summit.

Whoosh!

A red light came from a distance and floated down in front of the hall, revealing an old man in blood robe. He stepped into the hall with thick eyebrows, big eyes and an angry face.

"Long wind!" the old man in blood robe shouted angrily as he entered the hall.

"Oh, who provoked our elder mu?" a strange voice said with a smile.

The old man in blood robe looked at a young man in white and said in a cold voice, "Li Zui, you'd better not provoke me today."

The young man in white who called Li Zui smiled and said, "Whoever dares to provoke you, I will teach him a lesson first."

The old man in the blood robe had a cold light in his eyes. After all, he still didn't do it. He said in a cold voice, "Changfeng, you haven't come out yet!"

"Mu Changlao, I'm coming." a young man dressed as a scholar walked out of the hall with a smile and raised his hand and said, "Mu Changlao came here for your little apprentice?"

The old man in the blood robe looked gloomy, and Sen Leng said, "since you know, you can't transfer the image quickly."

The young scholar smiled and said in a deep voice, "someone provoked my golden gourd sect. It's still a mere ghost fairy in the middle stage. You can't spare it!" he raised his hand and waved it. A jade slip flew out of his sleeve and opened a picture roll on it.

Several lights and shadows flashed on the scroll, which was the scene of Wu Feng controlling the golden sword dragon to kill the golden gourd youth. As for the picture of killing the five people in front, it did not appear.

"Double of divine sword array!" several people in the hall stared.

Li Zui murmured, "look at the fluctuation of Zhenyuan. Only in the middle stage of ghost fairy can you understand the duality of divine sword array. Looking at the internal disciples of Jinhu sect, you can be regarded as the top three geniuses."

The old man in the blood robe was very angry in his eyes and said darkly, "it's just the second weight of the divine sword array. How dare you be so arrogant... En? This is the ten thousand souls forest?"

His face changed slightly, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "you don't need Taoism to catch and kill this boy." he shook his sleeve, turned and flew away.

After seeing him go away, the young scholar suddenly shook his sleeve, put away the jade slips, took out five jade slips and handed them to Li Zui, saying, "elder Li, these are the jade slips of the other five external disciples who accompanied sun Hai when he died."

Li Zui gave him a deep look and said, "open it."

The young scholar's face flashed with joy and quickly opened the five jade slips. A few pictures flashed on each jade slip.

After reading it, Li Zui looked dignified. A moment later, he sighed: "good qualification, good understanding! He can not only understand the divine sword array, but also reach the earth realm in terms of body refining!"

He was silent for a moment, suddenly looked at the young scholar severely and said, "Changfeng, do you know what's wrong?"

The young scholar was stunned and said, "know your mistake?"

Li zuisen said coldly, "this man is so good that there is no famous teacher behind him. Elder Mu goes to seek revenge. If he offends the expert behind this man, wouldn't he offend a strong enemy for our Jinhu sect?"

The scholar youth was silent. After a while, he said coldly, "elder Li, I didn't expect you to be such a person! I'm wrong!"

Li Zui stared at him for a moment, suddenly laughed and said, "Changfeng, I'm kidding you. You give me this jade slip. The old ghost offended people. I'll take the opportunity to drive him out of my golden gourd sect. Then, I owe you a great favor!"

The young scholar's face eased slightly, and he arched his hand and said, "thank you for growing old Li."

……

Looking at the dark soul stone, Wu Feng summoned a golden Throwing Knife. The sharp blade shot straight. The soul stone was like tofu, which was easily penetrated. With the flying of the golden knife, a big soul stone of about ten feet was soon drawn.

Rich! Wu Feng was ecstatic. Such a big soul stone was enough to make his Yin God practice to the later stage of human immortality.

He immediately opened the storage ring and put the soul stone in. Without hesitation, he turned and flew up.

Although this soul stone is not big compared with this soul stone mountain range, he always feels uneasy. If his life is gone, no amount of soul stones will work. He is very satisfied to get some by chance.

Just when he flew to about 20 meters away from the sand, suddenly a strong spirit swept from the sky and rolled down like Mount Tai.

"Hum, the rampant boy, the disciple who killed me, dares to pick the soul stone here!" a dignified old voice sounded, rolling down like thunder, shaking the sand slightly.

If an ordinary ghost fairy in the later stage, or even Da Yuanman, will feel stuffy in the chest and painful in the eardrum. Wu Feng looked as usual, his eyes flashed and murmured, "what should come is still coming after all. Is it a local fairy this time?"

Without hesitation, he dived into the sand at once.

If a local immortal had shot elsewhere, he would have died, but here is a place of fate, and his divine mind is suppressed. Even if a local immortal wants to kill himself buried in the sand, it is not so easy.

"Hum, I'll take you if I escape inside." in the sky over the land of fate, the old man in blood robe suspended above the sand pit dug by Wu Feng, with a trace of ferocity at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and offered a dark tower.

The small tower rushed down like an awl and jumped into the sand pit of Wufeng.

Other ghost immortals around looking for the soul stone, when they saw the posture of the old man in the blood robe, they knew that it was the people of Jinhu sect. They were shocked. Wu Feng just killed a disciple, and unexpectedly sent such a terrible person!

For a time, many people evacuated one after another for fear of bringing disaster to the fish in the pond.

Poof!

The small tower shrinks to the size of a finger and jumps up in the sand very quickly. Wu Feng's face changed slightly. Unexpectedly, the spirit of the earth fairy and the strong was so terrible. The treasures under control had such a terrible speed in the sand.

He clenched his teeth and quickly fled to the soul stone about 50 meters away.

"Just kill a disciple, even send a strong immortal!" Wu Feng was a little depressed. He thought that the other party would send a strong immortal to kill him at most. As a result, it turned out to be a local immortal. How can NIMA kill a chicken with an ox knife!

Seeing the Dark Tower approaching, he knew that this thing could not be resisted by the magic knife array. The treasures used by the strong earthlings were at least top-grade spirit tools and even treasure tools!

In front of the small tower, his magic knife array has no effect like paper paste. He is too lazy to take it out and destroy it.

"Since you want to play, play a little bigger!" Wu Feng clenched his fist and smashed it on the dark soul stone. His internal strength hit through the soul stone and rushed to the blue black rock, just where the breath of life was.

"If it's really a wild beast, let's die together!" Wu Feng's evil was born to the side of the gall, and he was already out of his mind.

Poof!

At the same time, the Dark Tower hit Wu Feng's shoulder and directly penetrated his shoulder. This was the first time that Wu Feng Tianhuang was injured after passing through the third layer!

In front of the small tower, his body was like mud, fragile and unkempt.

Wu Feng endured the severe pain and ran Reiki to treat the shoulder injury, but to his surprise and anger, the wound couldn't heal and was bleeding all the time.

Wu Feng's face was ugly. He quickly pointed points and blocked several blood vessels near the wound. Otherwise, he would die if he bled alone.

Seeing the small tower shuttling sand grains and rushing towards his forehead, Wu Feng was unwilling to look back. The breath of life on the cyan black rock was still not moving.

"Damn it!" if he didn't want to resist the tower, he would almost scold, and he could only show his skill again - Dragon Waterfall!