Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng grinned and went to war without saying a word. Tang chuxue also inspired a black crow to help.

The grimace didn't divide into two to deal with them.

Maybe he was afraid that his power would be too scattered and could not be formed by Ye Feng's palm power, and then let the male and female young people run away again.

The war lasted more than half an hour, and Rao was a little overwhelmed by Ye Feng's yuan power reserve.

The key is that if it goes on like this, there is no way to kill the monster completely.

Whether Ye Feng divides it into several pieces with a moon burning knife or even explodes it into slag with a "thunder fire bomb", the white mucus can be bonded again in less than a moment.

How can we kill it completely?

Ye Feng not only thought about what yuan Ling said, but this thing is soft. There is no resurrected spirit bone like a bone beast. What kind of energy drives it to act?

"You can spit out people's words, one by one. It sounds like a human warrior..."

"But the martial arts must not survive in the underground dragon tomb for so long... Jingrung ghost? Is it..."

Ye Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a judgment in his heart.

The guy who controls the white mucus may be a spirit ghost left over from an ancient Dana. It's no wonder that the knife and gun are harmless and can't kill it completely.

Now that he had a conclusion in his heart, Ye Feng decided to try for the time being.

Fortunately, in terms of mental strength, whether he or Xue in the early Tang Dynasty, he can be regarded as an expert.

At this time, the white mucus changed into countless strands, and rolled towards the leaf maple like tens of thousands of long snakes. Ye Feng stepped back and sneered in his heart. In an instant, he concentrated his mental power. The spiritual secret method "Dementor needle" was launched, which also turned into thousands of strands and stimulated towards the white mucus.

The tens of thousands of long snakes, like being burned by fire, rolled back in an instant. It was clear that Ye Feng stood still, but there was an extremely violent scream in the channel.

The whole pile of mucus gathered together, turned into a ball and a strip, and screamed incessantly.

"Hmm? Xiaofeng, this thing is afraid of mental attack?" asked Tang chuxue, looking at the scene in front of her.

"Yes, if you guessed correctly, its essence should be a spiritual body... My Dementor needle is too low to kill it. Chu Xue, you try!" Ye Feng also sighed.

Tang chuxue nodded to drive the attack moves in the "mind control method". In an instant, the mucus that erupted into screams suddenly seemed crazy and sprayed on all sides. Under the attack of Tang chuxue's mental power, before long, the white mucus could no longer maintain a specific shape and collapsed on the ground with a crash.

A dragon scale floated up and appeared in the air with the death of mucus. It was held in the palm of Ye Feng's hand.

"The third one!"

He said excitedly.

"When we got the first one in the keel area, we got one in the dragon head area and one in the dragon tail area. Does that mean that the remaining two will appear in the dragon scale area and the dragon claw area?" Xue imagined in the early Tang Dynasty.

Ye Feng also thinks it is possible, but whether it is so is unknown.

At this time, I wanted to ask Yuanling, but I didn't know where the old guy went again.

After entering the underground dragon tomb, Ye Feng found that Yuanling was always haunted. It seems that this place is also a place of opportunity for it.

They retreated from the dragon tail area and explored a new channel along the keel area. After killing many bone animals along the way, they soon came to a new dragon head area.

Vaguely in front came the sound of vitality impact. Ye Feng and Tang chuxue looked for the sound and saw a section of the channel in front, with a large site.

On the field, a young monk with a moustache on his lips was fighting with a group of metal puppets with a man with a fist and a disciple of qianniazhai.

The boxing man should be a disciple of Jiugong Xuan. His boxing is powerful, strong and fierce. Ye Feng can see that it belongs to the move of "Jiugong Baji boxing".

The disciples of qianniao Zhai brought a bear shaped monster. When they were added together, their strength was not weak.

As for young monks, they must come from benlei temple, one of the seven holy places.

Among the seven holy places, the unique benlei temple is only slightly inferior to the Tianji hall in overall strength. It firmly occupies the second place. Shi Guanghua, the elite disciple of benlei temple, is also a super expert among the four little geniuses.

At present, the three fighters from different sects should seem to form a team to fight against the metal puppets here. Of course, the purpose is to get the things on the side platform.

Ye Feng and Tang chuxue's eyes lit up.

The round platform is sealed with two Qi Yun beads. The color is blue and purple. You can feel the extraordinary from a distance.

This grade has surpassed cyan and has a faint trend towards blue. The value of this air transport bead alone is more than 20 million.

This is the first time Ye Feng has seen such high-grade Qi Yun beads in Tianlong secret territory, and there are enough two!

Of course, the higher the value of the treasure, the stronger the guard puppet. There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to swallow these two cyan gas beads, the price you have to pay is to defeat the guards who besiege them.

The moment they approached, many pieces of black iron puppets had been left on the ground. Ye Feng roughly estimated that there were more than 20.

But black puppets are easy to kill, and silver puppets are much more powerful than black puppets.

At the moment, the three people on the field are fighting with several silver puppets, especially the young monk. He actually fights three silver puppets alone. He also uses a long black stick in his hand. He doesn't lose the slightest against the three silver giant sticks.

As for the other two people, there is a difference of more than one chip. Maybe these two people also have the strength to defeat a silver puppet, but playing two at the same time still puts great pressure on them, and they can't hold on.

Seeing an outsider approaching, the jiugongxuan disciple responded breathlessly while asking for help: "two Taoist friends, we belong to the righteous way of Yuan Wu. Do me a favor and involve one puppet. I will thank you very much after Di Shijian kills the other."

Ye Feng glanced at him. The man was tall and his face was a little rough. He fought two silver puppets with a pair of iron fists. His fists made a loud noise of "bang bang", which made the silver puppet wobble, but he couldn't break it,

Instead, from time to time, he was hit hard by a giant stick.

In this way, Ye Feng's heart trembled. After all, Ye Feng has personally experienced the hardness of the silver puppet