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With a loud boom, the muscular man was sent flying like a bullet. Blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain, and a stream of sword Qi pierced through his chest.

"How dare you!" "Kill them!" The young man shouted as he retreated a few hundred meters back, afraid that he would be caught in the crossfire.

Without waiting for his orders, the other three had already summoned their weapons and rushed over. Mo Yan pushed Qian Yue away with a gentle palm and sent a fist out to meet one of them.

Lan Feng and the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon also faced off against one of them, but the person who was severely injured took a few medicinal pellets and stuffed them into his mouth.

"This pill should be saved."

A cold voice came from behind, Lan Hua's palm landed on the back of the man's head.

The pure Primordial Spirit Power turned into a sharp arrow, directly piercing through the opponent's primordial spirit and shattering his soul which had lost its defense. He extended both of his hands, took out her Primordial Spirit from his shattered sea of consciousness, took out the Jindan from his Dantian and stuffed it into the storage magical equipment, then wiped the corpse's clothes with his bloody hands and rushed towards Lan Feng's opponent with a sinister smile.

"Lan Hua! There's no problem with it right now, let's get rid of that trash! " Lan Feng bellowed, and retreated a few steps from his opponent's attack.

Even with the amplification of the Flying Star Technique and the Violet Sky Slaying Immortal Sword, he was still unable to truly surpass a great realm, and was still unable to fight against an expert of the initial stage of the Holy Spirit Realm. Of course, the difference between the two wasn't too great. At the very least, it wouldn't be a problem to resist for a period of time.

Mo Yan was fighting happily, both sides were of equal strength, with equal strength, while the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon was using its full strength, its opponent was in a mess and didn't know what to do. Although it was of the same realm, as a Fire Cloud Saint Dragon of the mutated dragon race, his strength was still much stronger than experts of the same level.

After receiving Lan Feng's order, Lan Hua did not hesitate at all. No matter how the name changed, no matter how the world changed, even if everyone betrayed Lan Feng, as the Primordial Spirit Avatar, he could only obey Lan Feng's orders.

When the young man saw Lan Hua laughing sinisterly as he charged towards him, he almost caused his soul to fly out of his body. He relied on his father, the Saint Hong Yu, to not learn anything, and his strength was pitifully low. With the strength of a late stage Middle Saint, he didn't even have the chance to retaliate in front of Lan Hua. His body was entirely made of Primordial Spirit Power, and unless one had a primordial spirit to attack, even a higher realm wouldn't be able to eliminate Lan Hua.

For those of the same cultivation level, it was as if he would kill every one of them!

"Help! Help! " This time it was his turn to scream for help.

In the midst of the panic, a small, delicate, and simple silver bell appeared in his hand. He poured his Saint Force into it, and the small bell immediately shone brilliantly, turning into a ten-meter thick, twenty-meter tall, silver bell.

This was the life-saving treasure that Saint Hong Yu had given him. It would not be able to break through the defense of a Saint Ruler if it was not at the level of Saint Ruler!

To be exact, Lan Hua did not solely use the Primordial Spirit Power as his physical body. He had also devoured one of the five planetary systems on Lan Feng's body. His body and armor were made up of Primordial Spirit Power, so Primordial Spirit was his body. He did not have his own soul, but instead relied on the existence of Lan Feng's soul, which also created a physique that could not be destroyed by his primordial spirit. However, there was also Saint Force in his body, so apart from his origin soul, his attacks could also use Saint Force.

Of course, after Lan Feng consumed the cold phlegm root s used to strengthen his primordial spirit and absorbed more than half of the medicinal power, the strength of his primordial spirit had already reached the peak of the Sacred Spirit Realm. Compared to his Early Stage of Upper Saint's holy energy, this was the difference between heaven and earth.

As a result, when the silver bell appeared, his Primal Attack was released, and a bunch of dense Primordial Spirit Power formed arrows that shot towards the silver bell. However, the result was that he was sent flying. Not only could that silver bell defend against normal energy attacks, it could also defend against Primordial Spirit attacks.

In a situation where the soul attack was ineffective, the Saint Force attack was launched. At this time, the young man took out his communication talisman.

"Boom!"

Bang! With a loud sound, the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon's fist came into contact with his opponent. That person was sent flying like an arrow leaving the bow. Lan Hua who was attacking the silver bell moved in a flash and touched the enemy who was sent flying, the palm imprint in his hand landed on the back of his head.

Once Lan Feng saw that the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon had taken care of her opponent, he anxiously said: "Hurry and help me get rid of this person. That fellow has already sent out the signal.

The Fire Cloud Saint Dragon shot out two beams of light and roared as it rushed over. As he joined in, the pressure on Lan Feng, who was initially at a disadvantage, was immediately lifted.

One of them was close to the early stage of the Saint Soul Realm, while the other one was close to the middle stage of the Saint Soul Realm. His face was pale. How could he care about his master? He leaped up and prepared to fly away on his flying sword.

His calculations were wrong. With a strength equal to the dragon race, how could his speed compare to them?

Once the courage to fight was lost, everything would become chaotic, creating an opportunity for the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon. A fist struck his back, following that, the Violet Sky Slaying Immortal Sword twisted his Dantian into pieces!

When the Holy Spirit Realm expert who was fighting Mo Yan saw that his four companions were all dead, and did not dare to continue fighting, he immediately turned and ran. If it were only Lan Feng and Mo Yan, no one would be able to stop him if he wanted to escape. Unfortunately, with the speed and body of a monster like the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon present, his plan could only go bankrupt.

With the three of them ganging up against him, how could the Saint Spirit, who had already lost its will to fight, be a match for him? The more he panicked the more mistakes he made, in other words, in the span of a few breaths, he was hit by Mo Yan's fist. Then, the three's attacks, in less than a percent of a second, made him completely step into the underworld!

One fist landed on the silver bell, sending it flying for more than a hundred meters. It rubbed its fists with force: "Such strong defensive power! "Everyone attack together, no matter how strong the defensive treasures are, they will still have the ability to control them. Let's see just how this boy will die after exhausting his Saint Force!"

The fist and the flying sword danced together, the sword Qi and the wind were the same color!

Raising all the energy and physical strength in his body, he struck the translucent silver bell barrier with overwhelming attacks. The young man's face was pale. He also knew that his strength was still too low, and he was unable to bring out the full might of his treasure. Just how long would he be able to last with this amount of Saint Force?

"Stop!" "Stop, hurry up and stop, I was wrong, I apologize, I admit my wrongs!" The young man cried out in fear, "My father is the Holy Saint Hong Yu, if you let me go, I will definitely give you benefits, I …"

"Fuck your mother!" Lan Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he roared: "Little bastard, didn't you just say that I scolded you ferociously? He was continuing to be pleased with himself! Your father is Saint Hong Yu? Haha, that's even more so, I can't let you go. I am still able to become enemies with a Saint, so you must die! Brothers, work harder! "

"Transfer your Saint Force to me!" The Fire Cloud Saint Dragon shouted.

Lan Feng passed the Violet Sky Slaying Immortal Sword in his hand to him, and slapped his back with his palm, pouring all of his holy energy into it. Lan Hua and Mo Yan followed suit and transferred the energy in their bodies to him.

With the infusion of energy, the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon's entire body emitted a resplendent golden light. With a flash of golden light, it immediately transformed into a huge dragon that was dozens of meters long. It was a Dragon Flame that was stronger than Mo Yan's nine heavens true flame. At this moment, the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon's strength had truly reached the intermediate stage of the Holy Spirit Realm!

The dragon claws grabbed the Violet Sky Slaying Immortal Sword, and hacked towards the silver bell's light barrier in a funny way, but no one laughed. Although it was not a matter of life and death cultivation, the power that the Purple Clouds Immortal had displayed was much stronger than Lan Feng. After all, there was a huge gap in strength between the two of them.

Lan Feng, Lan Hua and Mo Yan were on top of the dragon's back, channeling pure Holy Spirit Force continuously, while the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon was wildly urging the Violet Sky Slaying Immortal Sword, chopping down with its Holy Spirit and terrifying physical strength. Only he, a dragon, could withstand so many streams of Saint Force to increase his combat strength in such a short time. If it were any other ordinary cultivator, they would have exploded long ago!

The attacks were like an unending torrent of rain, causing the young man's face to go pale from fright. Or rather, it could be said that this was caused by the excessive consumption of his Saint Force.

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Two hours later, the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon was panting, Lan Feng and the rest had pale expressions on their faces.

On the other hand, even though Holy Master Hong Yu knew that his cultivation was weak and he did not need to use too much Holy Spirit Qi to create the treasures, his own strength was still too weak. When Lan Feng and the rest were extremely tired, he could not take it anymore, and his face turned green and white.

"Void Kacha!"

A crack appeared on the silver bell's light barrier, the Fire Cloud Saint Dragon let out a long hiss, mustered its strongest strength, and slashed out another hundred swords. With a sweep of its draconic tail, it struck the light barrier.

Like glass that had been smashed by a stone, the entire light barrier shattered. The young man violently spat out a few mouthfuls of fresh blood, the small silver bell in his hand had lost its luster and luster, how could it possibly activate?

Mo Yan flipped down from the dragon's back and threw a punch into the air, smashing the dragon's head. Bang! With a loud noise, his entire head along with his primordial spirit was smashed into pieces. Lan Hua's figure shot out like lightning, and took out his golden core from his stomach. Lan Feng immediately snatched away the silver bell and kept all the treasures that he had lost his primordial spirit and scattered them all over his body.

"Quick, dodge!"

Lan Feng bellowed, he rode on his flying sword and flew towards Ginkou, the others did not dare hesitate, and followed along Qian Yue.