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Monk Cixuan stood still, urging his magic weapon to fly eastward. Behind him, besides the three disciples, there was another person, Wan Liu.

Wan Liu's face twisted, his bones cracked, and a thin man turned into a tall, bearded man in an instant. Monk Cixuan said, "Thank you for your rescue, may I ask your name?"

The man said, "Master, you are welcome. I am Shi Qi, a casual cultivator."

Before, Shi Feng was attacked by Wan Liu at the entrance of the cave, and was caught off guard by the shadowless spider silk, and then directly sucked into the soul-devouring bag. These two treasures were given to Wan Liu by the demon cultivator Hei Yu. Shi Feng had no time to defend himself and was ambushed in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the soul-devouring bag, countless ghosts swam around him. Shi Feng raised his hand and the Dragon Submergence Sword flew out, but the ghosts were not affected by the physical attack of the sharp sword at all. Shi Feng's magic power surged, and the Dragon Submergence Sword spit out a ball of fire, turning the surrounding ghosts into nothing. His magic power contains the fire of mist, which has a great restraining effect on the Yin Qi. Shi Feng moved his fingers, and the Longqian Sword turned into a ball of sword light, flying up and down around him. The ghosts did not dare to approach for a while.

Taking advantage of this time, Shi Feng quickly looked at the situation in the Soul Devouring Bag. The Soul Devouring Bag has the ability to compress space. At this moment, Shi Feng was reduced countless times and his magic power was also suppressed. The surroundings were extremely cold and gloomy. In addition to countless dancing ghost faces, there were only balls of gray air.

Shi Feng released his spiritual consciousness and was about to explore the surrounding environment. Suddenly, his face changed. Those ghosts actually had the ability to absorb spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness released by Shi Feng was absorbed by the ghosts as soon as it left his body.

Shi Feng looked solemn. He couldn't release his spiritual consciousness, which was equivalent to a blind man with open eyes. He didn't know how many ghosts this Soul Devouring Bag had raised. He could only rely on fire skills to fight these ghosts.

This stupid method depends on whether his magic power is enough. Although there are many pills in the storage bag, it is still unclear whether he can kill all the ghosts in the bag.

Even if he can kill all the ghosts in the bag, how long will it take? Are there other traps in the soul-eating bag? More importantly, there must be a powerful person behind Wan Liu. If Wan Liu gives the soul-eating bag to him, I am afraid he will really die here.

He thought quickly in his heart, and his hands kept taking out magic tools from the storage bag, such as the Piercing Cloud Bow, the Mysterious Wind Flag, the Willow Leaf Blade, the Five Ghosts Magic Shield, and even the Brahma Sound Bell. Among them, the most useful one is the Brahma Sound Bell, but it only scares away the ghosts temporarily. After a while, the ghost faces gather again.

There are still some magic tools in Shi Feng's storage bag, but they are all made by him for practice. These things are not of high grade. Shi Feng does not use them on weekdays, and it is expected that their effect on ghosts is also limited.

Shi Feng was anxious. In fact, the magic weapons in his hands, especially the Brahma Bell, should have more power against ghosts than this, but in the Soul Devouring Bag, his magic power was greatly suppressed, and the power of the magic weapons was also limited. If this continues, I am afraid that he will eventually run out of magic power and be swallowed by the ghosts.

He swept his consciousness around, hoping to find some flaws, but every time he released his consciousness, he was immediately swallowed by the ghosts.

He suddenly moved in his heart. This scene seemed a little familiar. He had obtained a black bead from the fake Dan cultivator of the Demon Puppet Sect, the Taoist Chi Liu. When his consciousness scanned, he found that there were countless ghosts in the black bead, which swallowed up all his consciousness.

Shi Feng flipped his hand and took out a jade box with many restrictions on it. It was the mysterious black bead he carefully sealed. Do you want to try it? Will the ghosts in the black bead be released once it is opened?

After hesitating for a while, Shi Feng gritted his teeth. Anyway, it has come to this, so why not take a risk and try it. He blew away the restriction of the jade box with a breath of spiritual energy, and the lid of the box flipped up, revealing the black bead.

The next scene, which made Shi Feng stunned, appeared!

After the black bead was revealed, a black light flashed, and the ghosts in the soul-devouring bag rushed into the black bead like moths to a flame. In just three or five breaths, the soul-devouring bag was empty. Except for the group of yin energy, there was no ghost.

Shi Feng was a little puzzled and couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to scan again with his spiritual sense, and sure enough, all the ghosts around him disappeared. Shi Feng was overjoyed, and hurriedly put away the black bead, carefully hid it, and walked around with his feet on the flying sword.

The space inside the soul-devouring bag was not too large, and it had reached the edge of the bag cloth in a while. Shi Feng looked closely. The bag wall looked like ordinary linen, but it was shining with spiritual light, obviously containing multiple restrictions. Shi Feng pointed his finger, and the Longqian Sword flew out and stabbed the bag. With a bang, flint splashed, and there was a sound of metal and stone hitting each other.

Shi Feng did not continue to chop and stab, but flew up and down around the bag. He was proficient in refining weapons, and in a moment he had counted that the Soul Devouring Bag had a total of seventy restrictions, but most of them were overlapping restrictions, and there were actually twenty-five restrictions, which belonged to the top-grade spiritual weapon.

Shi Feng looked at each restriction one by one. Since he studied the Dissolution Sorrow, although he still could not refine a top-grade spiritual weapon, he still had some confidence in dismantling a top-grade spiritual weapon.

The process of refining a spiritual weapon is affected by many factors such as materials, furnace fire, and the state of mind of the weapon refiner. It is impossible to be flawless. Even a top-grade spiritual weapon is not without flaws. This Soul Devouring Bag is at best a medium-grade one. Shi Feng turned around and found three or four flaws.

Shi Feng squinted his eyes and found the biggest flaw. He infused the Dragon Submerged Sword with mana. The misty fire condensed on the tip of the sword, turning into a red dot, and stabbed between the two restrictions.

Shi Feng used all his magic power. Within a cup of tea, he had put away his sword and a small hole had been made in his soul-devouring bag. The air from outside rushed in along with the sound of fighting.

Shi Feng could also count it as a coincidence. It was Long Kun who summoned the fire-armored horned demon dragon at this moment. The horned demon dragon spit out a sea of ​​fire and falling rocks all over the sky. When he was showing off his fierce power, fire and smoke were everywhere, and rocks were rolling. Wanliu was trying to avoid it in a panic. By accident, , fell into a bush pit and was entangled in vines. He hurriedly struggled to climb out, but he didn't realize that the soul-eating bag around his waist was pierced.

With a sweep of his consciousness, Shi Feng had roughly figured out the situation outside, and thought to himself, God help me. As his mind moved, he suddenly made a gesture to hold his breath, disguised himself as Wanliu, and then got out of the soul-eating bag.

As soon as he got out of the soul-eating bag, the magic circle in the bag lost its function. Shi Feng's figure was not suppressed and immediately grew in size, and also appeared in the bush pit.

Wanliu was shocked when he saw another person suddenly appearing next to him. It was as if he had seen a living ghost. At this moment, before Wanliu could make any move, Shi Feng struck out with a sharp sword. Stab into Wanliu's heart.

Shi Feng was afraid of being discovered by the old demon cultivator, so he used twelve successes in this attack. The blade was filled with dense fire. Wanliu's real cultivation level was only at the ninth level of Qi refining. He couldn't resist Shi Feng in a fight. Three or two moves. What's more, Shi Feng still planned a sneak attack, so Wanliu was killed before he even had time to scream, and his body was quickly reduced to ashes by the flames.

Sixty-one rays of soul rushed out of the body. Shi Feng was well prepared. He stretched out his hand and grasped the Wanliu Yuan Shen. With his mind-reading skills, he instantly read the Wanliu Yuan Shen. Then he tightened his right hand and a ball of fire completely destroyed it. destroy.

All this happened in just a few breaths. Fires were blazing everywhere, rocks were flying, and everyone was rolling to avoid it. Little did they know that when Wanliu fell into the pit, he was still Wanliu. When he climbed out, he was already Shi Feng.

Shi Feng was afraid that Heiyu would find a flaw, so he deliberately let the falling rocks hit him, causing his whole body to be burned and his face to be covered with dust. Black Feather was currently using the thunder ball. He was focusing on the Horned Demon Dragon, Cixuan and the others, but he couldn't care about Wanliu. Moreover, Shi Feng had been taken away by the soul-eating bag. He never thought that a mere monk in the early stage of foundation building could break his soul-eating bag.

When Qiu Longzi and Hei Yu reached an agreement and decided to kill all the monks present in order to keep their secrets, Shi Feng saw that the situation was not good and decided to escape immediately. He knew the location of the gate of the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Eating Array from Wanliu Divine Consciousness. He deliberately opened his mouth to help kill Cixuan and his party, and walked towards Cixuan and the others.

When Shi Feng approached Cixuan, he found that the monk's Buddhist weapon had the power to restrain the ghost array. It would be difficult to escape alone. He walked slowly over and secretly sent a message to the monk Cixuan. Cixuan After hearing what he said, the monk was shocked and confused for a moment, but now that the matter was at this point, besides joining forces with Shi Feng and fighting hard, there was no other way.

At that moment, Shi Feng deliberately let Cixuan capture him with one palm, and the wooden fish flew upwards. This place seemed to have the most wandering souls, but it was actually the center of the formation. On the wooden fish, Shi Feng and Cixuan joined forces, struck with all their strength from the Long Qian Sword and Buddhist beads, and immediately broke through the ten thousand ghost soul-eating formation, and fled.

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Monk Cixuan drove the wooden fish magic weapon with all his strength, flying towards the east like a meteor across the sky. He stood at the front of the wooden fish with a solemn expression. Although he broke out of the ghost formation, the old man was a demon cultivator in disguise. If he caught up, This distance is only a matter of moments.

Shi Feng was silent, and suddenly his expression changed, "Master, I'm afraid we can't escape." Cixuan was shocked, "What?" Looking back quickly, he saw an afterimage flashing in the dark sky behind him. In the blink of an eye, they were several miles closer.

Monk Cixuan asked, "Is it Qiu Longzi?" Shi Feng said, "Yes, this monster is also at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. He is very powerful and can actually teleport. We can't get rid of him at all."

Monk Cixuan said, "This monster is a red-spotted ghost dove. He is born as a ghost and is extremely fast. He has sneaked into the human race and his plans are not trivial. He will never let us go."

Shi Feng nodded and said, "Master's concerns are very true." He looked up at the horizon. The night was heavy and heavy at the top of the sky. He calculated that there was still at least an hour before dawn, and said, "With our escape skills, it is impossible to escape." It’s very dangerous to lose the monsters behind us, and it’s very dangerous to run around in the Hundred Thousand Mountains at such a dark night. For this plan, it’s just you and I who need to join forces to fight against the monsters behind us.”

Monk Cixuan frowned slightly. Qiu Longzi was at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. He was in the middle stage of foundation building and was no match for him. Adding Shi Feng, who was in the early stage of foundation building, was of no use. However, the opponent will catch up in a moment, so it won't work if he doesn't fight hard.

He whispered, "Huiming, the three of you have set up a demon-slaying array. If you don't get rid of this demon cultivator today, you and my master and disciple will all be buried here."

The three monks from Foyin Temple said together, "I will obey my master's orders!"

The plan was decided. Monk Cixuan immediately turned around, stopped the wooden fish, and then kept reciting the sutra in his mouth. After he finished reciting, he waved his hand, and nine beads flew out of his hand, turning into a halo of light and condensing. Above his head, rays of Buddha light flew down.

They stopped for only a moment, and Qiu Longzi had already caught up with him. At this moment, he had a pair of fleshy wings on his back, with muscles all over his body exposed. He already looked half-human and half-demon, which was very terrifying.

He was too lazy to talk nonsense, just snorted, flapped his wings, and disappeared.

Monk Cixuan moved his fingers hurriedly, and the halo of Buddha beads lowered. With a single stroke, when the figure of Qiu Longzi reappeared, he had already rushed to Cixuan's side. His palm hit the Buddha beads, and the Buddha's light trembled and seemed to disperse.

Cixuan was shocked. The body of this demon cultivator was actually so powerful. He almost broke the Buddhist magical weapon with just a pair of fleshy palms?