Tuxian Road

A few days later, Feng Fan's lost spiritual consciousness had fully recovered, so he collected the Five Elements Mystic Array and set out on the road again.After traveling for tens of miles, Feng Fan suddenly felt a strong sense of consciousness enveloping him, which made him feel extremely depressed, as if he couldn't breathe.

"A monk at the initial level of Dacheng!" Feng Fan's heart sank, and the cultivation level of a monk who used his spiritual consciousness to pressure him immediately appeared in his mind.This person should be one of the monks who came to Zihong Immortal Mansion to hunt for treasure this time, and he has already fixed his eyes on him.If this person has bad intentions and doesn't mind killing him, his body can be taken over by the Lonely Soul Corpse King, and his soul can be refined into a high-level brutal ghost.Feeling that powerful spiritual consciousness getting closer and closer to him, Feng Fan didn't panic, but stopped and waited quietly.

After a while, a group of brown rays of light appeared on the ground in the distance, the group of rays of light moved swiftly like lightning, and within a very short period of time, it reached a distance of ten feet in front of Feng Fan.

The brown light dissipated, revealing the face of a middle-aged monk.This person has a handsome and elegant complexion, his eyes are as deep as the stars, and he seems to be able to see everything in the world. There is a flying dragon embroidered on the brown coat, and he exudes an inviolable aura.

"Are you one of the treasure hunters this time?" The brown-clothed monk glanced at Feng Fan who hadn't expelled any ghosts, with a look of contempt that couldn't be concealed.

"So what?" Feng Fan replied coldly.

"Leave the jade slip that entered the Zihong Immortal Mansion, and I will let you leave safely." Seeing Feng Fan's indifferent expression, he seemed to have no fear at all, the brown-clothed monk suppressed the anger in his heart, and his eyes flashed With a little bit of killing intent, he left a cold sentence.

"Hey, you think you can do whatever you want because you are a senior monk?" Feng Fan mocked with a sneer.

"Boy, you are courting death!" The clear face of the brown-clothed monk suddenly distorted, and the murderous words resounded in Feng Fan's ears.Feng Fan didn't speak anymore, his mind moved, and the Lonely Soul Corpse King suddenly appeared in front of him.

"No wonder you are so arrogant. It turned out that relying on this ghost, I didn't expect that the little cultivator at the alchemy stage would have such a thing as the lonely soul corpse king, and he was the lonely soul corpse king at the Dacheng stage! It's a pity that not only will he die today, but the lonely soul will also die." The corpse king is about to change hands!" The breath from the puppet that appeared in sight caused the brown-clothed monk to change his face slightly, and then he seemed to remember something, and his face became pleasantly surprised.

After all, the Lonely Soul Corpse King is a rarer thing than the brutal ghost. If you subdue and refine this ghost, it is equivalent to having an extra clone with the same cultivation level as yourself. This will greatly increase the power against the enemy. Therefore, any monk who encounters such things as the Lonely Soul Corpse King and the brutal ghost will feel greedy in his heart.

As for the idea that the monk who can possess this ghost is likely to have a special identity or ability, the brown-clothed monk has long since left it behind.And even though this ghost corpse king is at the same level as him, ghosts are ghosts after all, and their spiritual intelligence is definitely not as good as that of human monks. Therefore, the brown-clothed monks are sure to subdue this ghost by relying on the treasures they own. As for the transformation pill that controls this ghost Opponents can be directly ignored.

Feng Fan's left hand moved slightly, and a heaven-level silver mask talisman was held in his hand. Facing such a formidable opponent, coupled with the experience of fighting with lonely souls in the past few days, Feng Fan did not dare to be underestimated in the slightest.The brown-clothed monk sneered, and disappeared like a ghost.

Feng Fan slapped the talisman in his hand on his body, and a silver mask immediately appeared around his body.The arms of the Lonely Corpse King in front of Feng Fan shook rapidly, a black shield and a dagger ancient treasure appeared at the same time, the shield blocked in front of the Lonely Corpse King, and the dagger was directly held in the hands of the Lonely Corpse King.

The brown-clothed monk suddenly appeared beside Feng Fan after taking a breath, with a strong killing intent on his face, flicked his left hand at Feng Fan, and a white light shot out with a chirping sound.

Feng Fan looked intently, only to see a flying sword transformed from true essence piercing the silver mask fiercely.After the flying sword pierced the mask, the mask trembled violently.Although the flying sword became invisible in the end, the mask was still intact, and Feng Fan was also shocked. It seemed that the Dacheng period monk's attack was really fierce. If he hadn't relied on the heavenly defensive talisman, he would have died just now.

Feeling the fluctuation of the true essence of the mask around Feng Fan's body, the brown-clothed monk knew that it was transformed by a heaven-level talisman, and his face showed a hint of surprise. The initial-level monks in the early stage of Huadan possessed such a talisman. The friar in brown couldn't believe it.

The scimitar in the hands of the Lonely Soul Corpse King slashed at the brown-clothed monk with a backhand. The brown-clothed monk retreated violently and avoided the attack of the scimitar. Then he raised his right hand and pointed at the scimitar in the hands of the Lonely Soul Corpse King. Sword Qi shot out. With a sound of "Zheng", the sword energy hit the scimitar and disappeared without a trace in an instant, while the Lonely Soul Corpse King's arm trembled slightly, as if the sword energy was extremely powerful.

The brown-clothed monk clasped his hands together, bursts of green energy surged around his body, and the green energy turned into a closed blue light curtain, completely covering it.After setting up the hood of true essence, the brown-clothed cultivator changed the spells with his hands, and a huge group of red and yellow flames suddenly appeared.

The brown-clothed monk flicked his hands to the ground, and the flames slammed into the ground.In an instant, countless huge flame waves formed in front of the brown-clothed monk.The brown-clothed monk pointed at the fire lang in front of him, and countless fire langs came out one after another, rushing towards the Lonely Soul Corpse King and Feng Fan frantically.

The Lonely Soul Corpse King pointed at the shield in front of him, and the black glow on the shield suddenly rose sharply.The flames collided with the giant shield, and shocking fluctuations of spiritual power gushed out in all directions.A part of the remaining power hit the silver mask around Fengfan's body, causing the silver mask to vibrate slightly.After the countless fire langs became invisible, the humanoid puppet where the Lonely Soul Corpse King lived took a few steps back, and the ancient black shield in front of him also shrunk a lot.

The brown-clothed monk grinned and waved his hands, a cloud of white mist rushed out, quickly covering the Lonely Soul Corpse King in it.The Lonely Soul Corpse King brandished a scimitar to attack Bai Wu, appearing to be effortless.

The brown-clothed monk flicked his index finger with his left thumb, and flicked his index finger, a drop of blood flew out.After the blood entered the white mist, the brown-clothed monk opened his mouth and exhaled into the white mist, and then chanted the difficult spell.

When the brown-clothed monk opened his mouth, several strange runes flew out and merged into the white mist within a breath.The white mist suddenly became extremely thick, gradually enveloping the Lonely Soul Corpse King inside.The movement of the Lonely Soul Corpse King inside became slower, and within a very short period of time, the white mist turned into ice, sealing the Lonely Soul Corpse King in it.

What the brown-clothed monk cast just now was a strange spell called "Frozen Spell", which is a high-level spell that can trap the opponent in a limited area, making it impossible for the opponent to attack or leave that area.But this kind of magic can't stop some of the opponent's defenses, such as the mask of true essence and talisman, and the opponent's spiritual attack.Frozen spell has no hindering effect on the caster's attack, which is also the magic of this spell.

It's just that this kind of spell consumes a lot of real energy, and it's only effective against opponents of the same level or low level, and it can't freeze the opponent's real energy and consciousness, so this kind of spell is not a super-level spell, but a high-level spell.

In addition to consuming essence, blood and essence, this kind of spell also requires special spells.Just now I saw Feng Fan driving the Lonely Soul Corpse King with exactly the same level of cultivation as him, but he still wanted to kill Feng Fan, it was because of this secret technique.

This spell consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness and real energy, and it takes a month of practice to restore it to its original state.Just now I saw Feng Fan driving the Lonely Soul Corpse King with exactly the same level of cultivation as him, but he still wanted to kill Feng Fan, it was because of this secret technique.

This spell consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness and real energy, and it takes a month of practice to restore it to its original state.In order to end this fight as soon as possible, the brown-clothed monk did not hesitate to use this extremely expensive spell.Although the brown-clothed monk seemed to have exhausted his true energy after performing this secret attack, and his face looked sluggish, but when he looked at Feng Fan, he showed a malicious smile.

Feng Fan was shocked to see that the Lonely Soul Corpse King, whose cultivation level was exactly the same as that of his opponent, was frozen.Turning over with one hand, a bone shield sky-level talisman appeared in his hand.The brown-clothed monk looked at Feng Fan full of sarcasm. Although the real energy was consumed a lot at this time, the brown-clothed monk claimed that he could easily deal with a monk in the alchemy stage.

The brown-clothed monk moved his right hand slightly, and a mass of flames suddenly appeared. After a huge amount of flames poured into the flames, the flames turned into a red fire dragon.The fire dragon is lifelike with its teeth and claws.

"Go." Following the brown-clothed monk's low cry, the fire dragon rushed towards Feng Fan.After encountering the silver mask, the fire dragon plunged in.A sudden dull sound lingered in Fengfan's ears, and the violent tremor of the silver mask made Fengfan's complexion change slightly.

"Boy, when the tortoise's shell breaks is when you die, I will definitely not let you die too happily, I will slowly extract your soul, haha..." the brown-clothed monk threatened His words resounded all around, and there was a hint of ferocity on his face, and he laughed wildly at the end.

"That's not necessarily the case." As Sen Leng's words came out of Feng Fan's mouth, Feng Fan raised his left hand, and a white bone shield appeared in front of him immediately, and then turned his right hand, and a small black banner appeared in his hand.

With the infusion of Feng Fan's true essence, the small black flag rose wildly, exuding a terrifying evil spirit from above.And as Feng Fan waved the ruthless ghost banner, eight humanoid puppets appeared in front of Feng Fan's body.

"Brutal Ghost Banner! The brutal ghosts of the peak level in the early stage of Dacheng and the peak level in the late Yuanying period!" Seeing what happened just now, the brown-clothed monk showed an unbelievable look on his face, and his voice trembled a little.

"Who on earth are you?!" Seeing the endless treasures emerging from Feng Fan's body, the brown-clothed monk's face became extremely ugly, as if he suddenly had an epiphany, he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice.At this time, the fire dragon had already defeated the defense of the silver mask, then hit the white bone shield, and disappeared after a stalemate for a breath.