Chapter 1232

"No?"

Gu Feng turned Leng Xuan's Na mustard all over, but he didn't find the Zhendian martial arts of Shura hall he was looking for. The ancient wind frowned, and then turned his cold eyes to the imprisoned lengxuan.

"What do you want?"

Leng Xuan's spirit trembled and asked with a frightened look. The energy that entangled him was so strange that even a trace of power could not be mobilized after being imprisoned, which was a terrible thing he had never felt before.

The ancient wind looked at lengxuan and said indifferently, "do you want to die or live?"

The voice without a trace of emotion came, but it made the cold dazzle eyes full of panic twinkle with hope. He knew that the ancient wind must have failed to find what he was looking for, which would let him go. But what is it that makes the ancient style so obsessed, and even let him go.

"Want to live." lengxuan hurriedly said without a trace of hesitation. Even if he is only a soul this time, as long as he finds a body for him to be refined by the tool refiner, he can also be attached to the body and reborn.

"Where is the Zhendian martial arts of Shura hall? Hand it over and I'll let you go." the ancient wind opened his mouth indifferently, but lengxuan could see a hot color in the eyes of the ancient wind.

Leng Xuan was stunned, and then there was one side of his face. Zhendian martial arts is a powerful martial arts of Guiming sect. It is said that Jiuyou emperors in Jiuyou land in ancient times can manifest their time, and their strength is very terrible. However, over the years, there have been few people who can successfully cultivate five volumes of the ten halls of martial arts. It's not easy to learn all the martial arts of the ten halls. A large number of them were devoured by death and lost their vitality when they were studying Volume III of the martial arts of the ten halls.

Leng Xuan's eyes twinkled. It's no secret that the martial arts in the town hall of Guiming sect was separated from a terrible martial arts, so he wasn't surprised why the ancient wind thought so. However, this martial arts is the martial arts of the town hall. If it is obtained by outsiders, even his leader will be severely punished. Even the strong gods can't persist in the punishment.

"I tell you, will you let me go?" lengxuan thought for a moment and finally asked. If he doesn't say it now, he will die here now. If he says it now, he may still have a chance to live. Moreover, he also expected that the ancient wind would explode and die when cultivating the second volume, so that the ghost Ming sect would not find that he handed over the Zhendian martial arts of the Shura hall.

Squinting at Leng Xuan, Gu Feng certainly knew what he was thinking. He sneered: "you have no room to bargain with me, either hand it in or die here now."

The cold voice made lengxuan tremble. He had no doubt about the words of the ancient wind. As long as he was talking more nonsense, the ancient wind would kill him without hesitation.

"OK, I'll give it to you." Leng Xuan hurriedly said. A little black light on his spirit flew out, which glittered with extremely pure power, and the smell of death was filled with.

Aware of the smell of death, Zhuo Yiyi's faces changed slightly, and they all retreated some distance. They are not the perverts of the ancient style. They can not be afraid of the threat of death. Once they are infected with this kind of thing, it will be very painful.

"Hum, this method is useless to me." Gu Feng sneered, waved his palm and directly grasped the black soul mark in his hand.

"Boom"

The breath of death filled the air. His whole arm was eroded by the breath of death and turned into a dark color. It seemed that the vitality of the arm of the ancient wind was lost.

"Elder martial brother Gu Feng..."

Zhuo Yiyi shouted with a look on his face.

"Hum."

The low cold hum came from the mouth of the ancient wind. The dead breath in the soul mark was indeed mellow, more than twice as strong as that of night Enron. Although it caused him a little trouble in an instant, it didn't matter. The power of life and death in his body worked, and the dead breath that enveloped his arm gradually penetrated into his body, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"This..." Leng Xuan was completely stunned when he saw this scene. It's too "bold" to absorb the dead Qi in this way. Even the elders who have reached the realm of God dare not do so in their ghost hell sect.

"Who the hell is this boy? Why is he so terrible?" lengxuan looked at the ancient wind and trembled in his heart. The young man in front of him seems to be dealing with them. The means of their ghost Ming sect didn't have much effect in front of the ancient customs. There is no doubt that if they are of the same level, their disciples of the ghost ghost sect will be defeated.

Natural enemy, lengxuan's heart couldn't help but have such an idea. They fought with xianlongmen for many years. Although he was the leader of the ten halls, he didn't know why. He could only blame history. But there is no doubt that in these tens of thousands of years, they have won more and lost less. In addition to the evil spirit named Zhou Tong that appeared before, their ghost Ming sect has not been defeated.

However, this time, looking at the ancient wind in front of him, I don't know why, he actually had a sense of panic. Zhou Tong was an evil spirit. He was so amazing that he once eclipsed the genius of the whole Tianxuan region. It was indeed a terrible figure. Even if they joined hands with several leaders of the ghost ghost sect, they all died in his hands in the end. Just because Zhou Tong was so strong that it was beyond their imagination.

The same thing with Zhou Tong is that the young man in front of him is called gufengdu, who is also extremely talented. Although his strength is still strong, it is difficult to kill him even if he is the ninth martial arts cultivation in the condensed soul realm. Once he breaks through the nine fold of the condensed soul state, I'm afraid he will be a strong man like Zhou Tong.

What made him even more flustered was that the ancient wind's terrible skill of absorbing dead Qi without scruples was absolutely disastrous for the ghost Ming sect.

Leng Xuan's heart and hair were flustered, and a scene appeared in front of him, which was the scene of ghost Ming Zong breaking a hundred. This idea is very absurd, but it makes him panic. Because as long as ancient customs grow up, they are likely to appear.

When lengxuan was thinking, the spirit of the ancient wind came out, wrapped and pulled the trace of the spirit mark into the sea of knowledge. Suddenly a complicated message penetrated into his head.

The complex information filled his head. It was too numerous for him to bear. However, fortunately, his spirit power has reached the level of the sixth grade spirit array division, which is enough to support it.

For an hour, the ancient wind finally opened his eyes. All the flashes on him were wet with cold sweat. It can be seen that the information of the Shura Hall Town Hall skill is complex.