infinite power system

Chapter 191 Buddha Crossing Destined People, I Cross the Soul of the World

The Ghost King didn't know what Tang Feng was thinking, seeing Tang Feng's astonished expression, he thought he was frightened.

"If you don't want to suffer, you should kill yourself."

The ghost king said indifferently, as if he was convinced by Tang Feng.

"I'm not your little princess, why don't I suffer?"

Tang Feng smiled lightly, looking very relaxed. At the same time, he was familiar with the soul-suppressing ballad over and over in his heart.

"Hmph, don't eat and drink fine for a toast!"

The ghost king didn't know the story of the little princess and suffering, but when he saw that Tang Feng was still able to laugh when facing his coercion, he couldn't help being furious.

As he said that, he raised his arm lingering in the breath of death, and slapped Tang Fan.

Click.

The pitch-black slap created a strong wind, smashing the dead wood in the courtyard to pieces, and layers of air waves rolled violently, making a piercing sonic boom.

"Pity."

Zhuang Xiya sighed softly, he admired Tang Feng very much in his heart, but unfortunately now that he was being watched by the ghost king, he had nothing to do.

"Sure enough, it is equivalent to the fifth grade of origin."

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, stepped on a godly step, and flew back, avoiding the destructive slap of the ghost king.

At the same time, he took out a jade Xiao, which was emerald green and exuded a misty blue halo.

This is Bi Haixiao, a gift from Song Qingci. It is a magic weapon of the soul realm, and its value is not low.

"Hehe, do you want to play a game of cat and mouse? It's a pity. I'm not in the mood to play with you."

The ghost king snorted coldly, looking a little impatient.

While speaking, he waved his hand, and a large black mist suddenly appeared in the void. The black mist twisted violently and condensed into black arrow feathers.

call out.

With the sound of a sonic boom, Arrow Feather rushed towards Tang Feng at an incalculable speed.

Facing the offensive of the ghost king, Tang Fengyi was not afraid.

He pressed down with both hands, and then lifted Xuxu upwards, suddenly there was a thunderbolt, and Kunlun was born from the void.

"No.18 sword, hold Kunlun with both hands!"

Tang Feng gave a low drink, and suddenly exerted force with both hands, the phantom of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain immediately solidified a lot, and slammed towards the sharp arrow feather.

Chi Chi Chi.

The lightning-fast arrow feathers were all blocked by the Kunlun Fairy Mountain, and then with a wave of Tang Feng's sleeves, thousands of arrow feathers immediately attacked the slightly startled Ghost King even more swiftly and violently.

"It's time to end."

Tang Feng said softly, he just fought against the ghost king just to understand and feel the source environment, but now he can't continue, because after all, the ghost king has the cultivation base of the fifth level of the source environment, if he goes all out, he may have no room to resist.

Bi Hai Xiao raised his voice, and Tang Feng played the soul-suppressing ballad.

The courtyard was dilapidated, and there were only one or two solitary leaves left on a withered sycamore tree. The not-so-glare sunlight fell on this small courtyard, but it was dimmed.

Suddenly, there was a mournful sound.

Each note, although ethereal and invisible, is like substance, directly impacting the depths of the living being's soul, knocking on its most secret heartstrings, and intimidating the living being's soul in an instant.

"puff!"

Although Zhuang Xiya is not an undead, he uses his body as a container for the ghost king, and he stores a large amount of death energy in his body. Now he is considered a half undead. When he heard the ballad of soul-relief, he couldn't take it anymore and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Soul Xi, Soul Xi..."

Tang Feng continued to play the soul-suppressing ballad, and under the influence of the flute sound, the decaying courtyard appeared a bit cold and gloomy.

"Boy, what kind of technique is this?"

The ghost king had been greatly impacted, but he was still able to withstand it now, and he didn't vomit blood like Zhuang Xiya immediately.

"Soul, soul-suppressing!"

Tang Feng was so absorbed in the soul-suppressing ballad that he ignored the ghost king at all, which made the power of the soul-suppressing ballad even more terrifying.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The ghost king was furious, and the fire of his soul kept shaking amidst the melody of the ballad for the soul, and finally it was like a candle in the wind, about to go out.

At his level, it is impossible to sit still.

"Roar!"

The ghost king roared, and a large black fog surged around him, wrapping him layer by layer.

Immediately, the thick black fog formed a large cloud, covering Tang Feng at an extremely fast speed.

"A flute to cross the souls of the dead."

Tang Feng's face didn't change, but his finger movements became faster, and the song's sound changed from the original soothing to hasty, crashing towards the ghost king like a violent storm.

"It can't be like this, I am so much higher than you, how can I be suppressed by you?"

There was a terrified voice in the black mist. It was the ghost king roaring. Facing Tang Feng's soul-suppressing ballad, he had no choice but to be completely restrained.

"Ghost King!?"

Zhuang Xiya's face was pale. He thought that the ghost king could easily get rid of Tang Feng, so that he could be rescued, but who knew that the ghost king was actually suppressed.

He was in a very complicated mood. He wanted to take Tang Feng as his disciple before, but it only took a long time, and the situation was completely reversed in less than an hour.

"This time I really pretended to be a wolf with a big tail."

Zhuang Xiya's heart was extremely bitter, and at the same time, facing Tang Feng's Xiao Yin, his headache was about to split.

"Buddha crosses a destined person, and I cross the soul of the world."

Tang Feng opened his eyes, and the last note floated out from Bi Haixiao, and the ghost king who turned into a dark cloud was shocked. The last note was like a hundred thousand mountains, and it fell on his body with a bang, almost extinguishing his power. soul flame.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if I wish to cross you, what about you?"

Tang Feng's eyes are as deep as stars, he has no happiness or worry, and he can't see the emotional waves. His whole body is solemn, like a fairy god who has forgotten his feelings.

"I……"

The ghost king is struggling, he has finally cultivated to this level, if he absorbs the souls of the entire Jin country, he might be able to ascend immediately, but he killed Tang Feng halfway.

"I would like to follow the Lord."

After a long time, the ghost king finally lowered his proud head to Tang Feng.

Not to mention that he is extremely weak now, Tang Feng can easily destroy him, it is just a method used by Tang Feng, and with such a high cultivation level and combat power at such an age, he also feels that Tang Feng is worth following.

"Maybe following him, my achievements will be even higher."

The ghost king thought so, but looked at Tang Feng with more respect.

"very good."

Tang Feng nodded, and a brand on the palm of his left hand lit up, imprinted on the ghost king's soul.

This is the seal of bondage. Once the ghost king has rebellious thoughts, Tang Feng can make the ghost king disappear in an instant with just a single thought.

"My lord, my lord, please take me across as well."

Zhuang Xiya came back to his senses, Tang Feng was simply a thigh, if he didn't hug him now, when would he wait?
"Cross you?"

Tang Feng smiled lightly, and said: "The Buddha only saves those who are destined. I am not a Buddha, so I can't save you."

"Your Highness..."

Zhuang Xiya couldn't hide his disappointment, and his face became even paler.

Tang Feng turned around, just took two steps, but stopped again, turned his head to look at Zhuang Xiya, the corner of his mouth hooked up.

(End of this chapter)