Master of Beasts

"Shhhhhh!"

Twelve coffins, with long tails of light, roared towards the edge of Jinhu City. Before they got close, sharp chains flew out of them.

"Wow!"

The blood gun was entangled in chains, bloody light flashed in the eyes of the blood demon general, and a strong blood energy suddenly swept from his body.

"Spiritual skill, blood blade spin!"

Amidst Yang Feng's stern voice, the dense arc of bloody light, like a sharp blade, turned rapidly with the Gorefiend as the center, striking those poisonous snake-like chains back and forth.

"He is the proud disciple of the suzerain. I don't know how much better than Tang Hu's trash." A hoarse and strange laughter sounded from the coffin, hovering above the sky: "However, you still cannot escape death!"

The blood demon general is indeed an eighth-level spirit beast, but there are twelve spirit beasts hidden in the coffin.

Huge numerical disparities, sometimes, are enough to affect the outcome of a battle.

"Wan Ye Wang." Henry Zhang shouted, Wan Ye Wang carried a long black air, and the sickle blade in his hand, with a sharp light, slammed on a coffin.

"Clang!"

A crisp muffled sound came out.

Where the sickle blade slashed, there was not even a gap left!

"Mysterious Beast King of Thousand Nights?" The voice in the coffin was somewhat surprised: "Boy, if I guessed correctly, you should be Henry Zhang."

"Your nonsense is too much." Henry Zhang said lightly.

He just wanted to force the suzerain of the Blood Luo Sect and the so-called blood-clothed elders to go to the back mountain to get the ice soul stone after they were all dealt with.

"Hey, boy, you shouldn't come." The sinister voice sounded again: "Mysterious beasts are certainly good things, but they take too much time to cultivate. It is the most important thing, it is said that one profound beast can extract three hundred drops of blood essence."

"Three profound beasts, that's nine hundred drops."

Another coffin shook slightly.

"In addition to the ninety-two drops already obtained,

After killing this kid and Yang Feng, he should be able to catalyze Xue Luoxin. "

"After killing them, I don't know what reward the suzerain will give us, hehe."

A mysterious beast, three hundred drops of blood essence?

Henry Zhang's complexion changed without a trace.

It seems that something is wrong.

"You bastards who only have essence and blood in their hearts, the Blood Luo Sect will be destroyed because of you!" Yang Feng's face was filled with violent anger: "The Blood Demon General..."

"and many more."

Stretching out his hand to stop Yang Feng, Henry Zhang said coldly: "Is it interesting for a person to talk to himself. It took a lot of thought to refine twelve spirit monster puppets."

The air stagnates slightly.

"Spiritual Idol, what do you mean?" Yang Feng looked at Henry Zhang confusedly.

"The ones in the twelve coffins are not real spirit beasts. There is no breath, but no life. I think, except for spirit monsters, it is difficult to have other spirit beasts." Henry Zhang raised his head , looking at the sky above the formation: "Don't you think it's superfluous to play tricks in front of a sixth-rank alchemist?"

"Wow!"

The bloody spiritual power surged in the sky, Yang Feng's eyes were slightly stern, an old man in a blood robe slowly landed from it, and led by a pair of roc wings, he stepped lightly on the coffin in front.

The old man looked haggard, with two cloudy old eyes, deep and vicissitudes.

"No spiritual power?" Yang Feng's face was filled with shock.

This old man doesn't have half of his spiritual power.

Even the spiritual gate has not been opened!

"You're right, I really don't have spiritual power." The old man glanced at Yang Feng and Henry Zhang, with a bit of self-mockery on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that I'm a useless person?"

"Without spiritual power, how could it be possible..." Yang Feng still couldn't believe it.

An old man who wasn't even a spiritual disciple killed Tang Hu who was a seventh-rank spiritual emperor?

It's just a fantasy.

"You are amazing." Taking a long breath, Henry Zhang said seriously.

It's hard to imagine how a person who doesn't even have spiritual power can rely on his own perseverance to become a fifth-rank formation mage. The pair of peng wings were also created by a pure formation.

Although the degree of sophistication of Peng Yi is not as good as the secret arts such as Quicksand Wing Transformation, it is still very powerful.

As long as the material is sufficient, it can be mass-produced!

Without spiritual power, the comprehension of the formation will undoubtedly be lowered by several levels.

If this old man can open the spiritual gate, I am afraid that there will be an unprecedented formation master in the Northern Territory today.

"No matter how powerful it is, what's the use of it." The old man's face was a little moved, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Because I couldn't open the spiritual door, I was regarded as a waste in my family since I was a child, and I suffered all kinds of humiliation. After that, I was kicked out of the family and wandered on the mainland. For decades, if I hadn't been taken in by the suzerain, maybe I would have died long ago."

"With such a powerful array in hand, why do you insist on serving the Blood Luo Sect." Henry Zhang frowned slightly, even if this old man went to Si Xiaofeng, it would not be difficult for him to get a seat as an elder.

Why, do these dirty things.

"Since I killed the first person for the Blood Luozong, I can't stop. How can those famous big forces see a scum like me? Not everyone who makes mistakes can be forgiven .”

It seems that Henry Zhang’s acknowledgment made the old man feel a little loose, and he laughed at himself: “I can see that among the twelve coffins, all are ghost puppets, you are the first one, do it, as long as After destroying these ghost puppets, I will withdraw from the Blood Luo Sect, and it is time to pay off the debt owed to the Sect Master."

"Okay." Henry Zhang nodded solemnly, and looked at Yang Feng beside him: "You step back for a while, this battle, I will do it myself."

"People from Blood Luo Sect are not worthy of trust." Yang Feng was a little worried.

"fine."

Seeing Henry Zhang's persistence, Yang Feng sighed lightly, and then withdrew hundreds of feet.

"Aren't you going to use Master Leidi?" The old man asked unexpectedly.

"The attribute of Leidishi has a strong restraint on the blood attribute. I am afraid that your twelve coffins will not be able to stand its kick." Henry Zhang smiled faintly, and the sickle blade in King Wanye's hand pointed at the ground obliquely, shining brightly. With an icy cold light.

"Then I won't be polite." The old man straightened up his hunched body, and stepped on the sole of his foot suddenly: "Blood chain, blood snake entanglement!"

"Clatter!"

With a crisp sound, the chains twitched rapidly, intertwined with each other, like the bloody mouth of a giant snake, biting towards Master Lei Di.

This is not magic.

But formation.

But its lethality is close to that of the high-level Emperor Qiong class!

Eyes raised slightly, Henry Zhang's low voice resounded through the sky.

"Master Leidi, Thunder Flash!"