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Monk Cixuan's relic attacked with all his strength, and his mana was exhausted. Although he swallowed two pills in a row, his mana could not be restored for a while. Seeing Qiulongzi pounce on Shi Feng, he was worried that Shi Feng would be killed instantly.

However, after watching for a while, Monk Cixuan was surprised and happy. Shi Feng's body movement was as fast as lightning, and his sword shadow was as big as a mountain. He was not at a disadvantage at all.

This stalemate lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Not only did Shi Feng not lose the upper hand, but he became more and more courageous. His sword skills became faster and faster. There were more than fifty sword lights in his fingertips. The front shadow did not disappear, and the back shadow was born. There were hundreds and thousands of sword shadows in the sky.

Shi Feng's eyes showed joy. Before, he asked Liuyunzi about the art of sword cultivation. Liuyunzi finally said, "Diligence can make up for clumsiness. The more actual combat, the faster the sword skills will improve. People in the world are greedy for shortcuts. In fact, this is the shortcut." He was fully focused in the life-and-death battle, and felt that the magic sword technique was becoming more and more handy, as if he had touched a threshold.

Qiu Longzi was in a very bad state at the moment. There were too many sword shadows from the opponent, and they were so fast that he could not tell the real from the fake. He was hit by three swords in the fierce fight, and blood was flowing. He never expected that a cultivator at the initial stage of foundation building would have such powerful magic power. The opponent must be a proud disciple of a super sect, otherwise he would not have such abnormal cultivation.

He had been seriously injured before, and now he saw that he had no chance of winning. Monk Cixuan recovered for a long time. If he was attacked by two sides, he would have to die here today.

Thinking of this, he no longer had the will to fight. He shook his body and rushed out of the siege directly without paying attention to the sword shadows in the sky.

Shi Feng pointed at the flying sword with his right hand and urged the flying boat to chase him without hesitation. Qiu Longzi said angrily, "The boy is bullying too much!" He chopped with his claws back to repel Shi Feng.

Shi Feng did not see his right hand move, but raised his left hand. Qiu Longzi felt his whole body tightened, and was tied up by something like a rope.

"What is it?!" Qiu Longzi was very scared.

It turned out that when Shi Feng killed Wan Liu before, he had taken Wan Liu's storage bag away. All the other worthless items in it were burned by Shi Feng. Only one thing was put into Shi Feng's pocket. This thing was the shadowless spider silk. Wan Liu used this treasure to plot against Shi Feng before, but Shi Feng had no power to fight back, so he was tied up and sucked into the soul-devouring bag.

The spirit-communicating technique of the shadowless spider silk was passed on to Wan Liu by the demon cultivator Hei Yu. Shi Feng had previously used the magic of the underworld to read Wan Liu's memory, so he also knew how to use the shadowless spider silk.

The shadowless spider silk was spit out by the jade spider deep in the ice cave in the north. It was not sticky, but it was transparent and extremely tough, and it could ignore the burning of flames. This spider silk was also a rare treasure in the world of cultivation. I don't know which expert collected it and mixed it with other materials to refine this shadowless spider silk web. This thing is used for close-range sneak attacks, which is really sharp.

Of course, its defect is that it must be used close-range, and the effect will be greatly reduced at a long distance. Shi Feng and Qiu Longzi were entangled together, less than ten feet away from each other. Shi Feng suddenly used the Shadowless Spider Silk, and naturally hit the target.

Qiu Longzi was tied up, and hurriedly tried to break free and escape, but unexpectedly, the Shadowless Spider Silk became tighter and tighter the more he struggled. Qiu Longzi exerted force, but failed to break free. Shi Feng's flying sword had already pierced, as fast as a meteor, and pierced Qiu Longzi's left wing.

Qiu Longzi's wings hurt, and he was afraid that Shi Feng would attack again, so he quickly rolled up his left wing and wrapped the long sword. At the same time, he spit a mouthful of blood on the Shadowless Spider Silk. His blood and essence could pollute the magic weapon. The relic of Monk Ci Xuan was wrapped by his blood and essence before, so that the spiritual energy was greatly lost and he could not continue to attack.

Qiu Longzi's life was at stake at this moment, and he did not care about the loss of blood and essence. He just wanted to trap the long sword and break free.

Shi Feng took a breath, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He had been fighting for a long time, and he had not used the misty fire all the time, just for this attack.

The misty fire is Shi Feng's strongest trump card. This kind of fire can melt through rocks, which is really not something that a flesh and blood body can contend with. Shi Feng got the misty fire lotus by chance. Because of his Tianque fire spirit root and the Jiuli Huiling Dafa he practiced, he could absorb fire spirit power of any attribute and put the fire lotus into his dantian. After that, he spent several years to absorb some of the power of the misty fire lotus through the Lingxuan Sutra of the Hualing Sect. Although the amount was not much, the power was amazing. Although Qiu Longzi was at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, he was a flesh and blood body after all, and he could not contend with the misty fire power at all.

Qiu Longzi struggled to get away, and suddenly a purple-white flame appeared on his fleshy wings. He screamed, and his wings quickly melted in the flames. Qiu Longzi's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared wildly. His claws suddenly flew out of his body and went straight to Shi Feng's face. This was his last blow. He knew that Shi Feng was wearing a precious armor and it was difficult for swords and spears to penetrate him, so he flew his claws straight to Shi Feng's face.

At such a close distance, Shi Feng had no time to dodge. In a hurry, he raised his left hand to protect his face. With a ding, the flying claws hit Shi Feng's palm, piercing a big hole in Shi Feng's palm, almost piercing it. Shi Feng ignored the blood flowing from his left hand, clenched his hands, and directly took away the claws.

Qiu Longzi's near-death attack failed to pierce Shi Feng's head. He felt as if he had seen a ghost. "Impossible, how can a mere human like you have such a strong body?!" Shi Feng sneered, "You can ask the King of Hell about this question." With a flick of his right hand, the Dragon Submerged Sword spurted out a large ball of flame. Qiu Longzi's whole body was in flames, and he screamed loudly. As he screamed, he turned into a giant red-spotted bird. But it was too late for him to get rid of the flying sword. Under the burning of the misty fire, Qiu Longzi turned into ashes in a moment.

In the firelight, a miniature bird tried to escape in panic. Shi Feng had expected it and caught Qiu Longzi's spirit with one hand. He immediately used the Divine Darkness Technique to read the other party's consciousness memory, but he only read half of it. As soon as he touched the depths of consciousness, Qiu Longzi's soul suddenly exploded and disappeared.

Shi Feng's face sank, and then he realized that Qiu Longzi was a spy sent by the Red Spot Clan to the Hundred Beasts Sect. In order to prevent leaks, a restriction had been added to his consciousness. Once someone forcibly searched for the soul, the restriction would occur and the soul would burst immediately.

At this time, Monk Cixuan had rushed over, "Fellow Daoist Shi, are you okay?" Shi Feng's left palm was bleeding, but fortunately there was no poison in Qiu Longzi's claws, and the mere trauma did not cause serious harm to the monk. Shi Feng flicked his wrist and the blood had stopped. He casually took out the best muscle-building ointment and applied it on his hands.

Shi Feng nodded, "Thank you, Master, I'm fine."

Monk Cixuan put his hands together and said, "Fellow Taoist Stone has great supernatural powers and can almost kill this monster by himself, which makes the poor monk both shocked and admired."

Shi Feng said, "Master's words are too modest. If it weren't for Master's cassock and relics, how could this demon cultivator lose 60% of his power? The next person alone is no match for this demon."

He was telling the truth. Although he was very powerful, he was no match for the peak demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Shi Feng shook the storage bag on his body, which he had just picked off from Qiu Longzi, "You and I each have half of the stuff in it, how about it?"

Cixuan waved his hands hurriedly, "The poor monk was rescued twice by the benefactor. How dare he take credit for the spoils? Besides, the poor monk is an outsider, and the things of the demon cultivator are of no use to the poor monk. The benefactor can just keep it." "

Shi Feng said, "Thank you very much." He glanced at Qiu Longzi's storage bag with his spiritual consciousness and put it into his arms with an expressionless face.

Ci Xuan said, "The demon cultivator has been killed. I wonder what Taoist friend Shi has planned?" Shi Feng said, "I am planning to discuss this matter with the master. It is not yet dawn, but I am afraid that the Feng Wu Shanlangmen in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation will The master and others are still trapped inside, is the master interested in going back to rescue them? "

Huiming and the three young monks only suspected that they had heard wrongly. Wasn't it that they were working hard just to escape? How dare you go back and kill him? That Black Feather is a demon cultivator in disguise, and he also has a Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-eating Formation to help him. Isn't he looking for death if he goes back?

Monk Cixuan smiled awkwardly, "Fellow Taoist Shi is probably not a disciple of Fengwu Mountain, so why should he go back?" Shi Feng said, "Before I left, I went with Master Lang and others, and we were acquaintances. I had promised before that if there was any difficulty, Do your best to help.”

Ci Xuan praised, "Stone Donor's righteousness makes the poor monk ashamed. Monks are compassionate and save all sentient beings. They should have gone back to save all sentient beings, but, just..." He hesitated, "...it's just me Todoroki. If he is not caught, he will be no match for the demon cultivator in disguise, and it will only be useless and cost him a few more lives. "

Shi Feng said, "Master, don't worry, if you are just a demon cultivator, Black Feather is not something to be afraid of."

Cixuan was surprised and said, "Why do fellow Taoists say this?"

Shi Feng said, "We were just frightened by the name of the demon cultivator in disguise, and we subconsciously wanted to escape. But now that we think about it, the demon cultivator in disguise was trapped by the formation and unable to move."

Cixuan frowned, and after thinking about it for a moment, it seemed that Heiyu really didn't stand up from the beginning to the end.

Shi Feng said, "I know something from Qiu Longzi and Wanliu. Because Heiyu violated the clan rules, he was trapped in this deserted valley by Suo Na. He was supposed to be punished by the soul-eating ten thousand ghosts, but he didn't know Why, not only did he not die, he also learned the magical power of ghosts and used the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation to his advantage. But he could not break free from the restrictions within the clan, otherwise he would have fled far away. "

After hearing this, Cixuan nodded slightly, with thoughts in his eyes.

Shi Feng continued, "Master, you can think about it. First of all, the old man is as skinny as a stick, and he has obviously been in poverty all year round. He cannot move himself, so he can only rely on villains like Wanliu to trick some monks into sending them to his door for him to absorb blood essence. , I have already read this in Wanliu’s spiritual consciousness. When Wanliu and two monks got lost in Tieguan Mountain, they accidentally entered this deserted valley. The other two were killed by the demon cultivator on the spot. Only Wanliu, suffering He begged hard and agreed to help the demon cultivator, so he survived. In Wanliu's memory, it was determined that Black Feather was unable to move. Secondly, if Black Feather could move as usual, how could he let you and me break through the ghost formation? With his cultivation, he can easily kill us without any ghost formation; thirdly, after you and I escape, this Black Feather should be worried about you and me leaking his secrets, but he himself does not chase after him. With his escape, It's extremely easy to catch up with us, so why bother chasing us?"

Ci Xuan said, "Yes, this demon is a five-color thunder eagle, and its escape skills are extremely fast, and it is also among the best among birds. Listening to what Shi Donor said, the demon cultivator is indeed unable to move, so there is no need to worry about him attacking us, but, just That Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-eating Formation is so powerful that I’m afraid it wouldn’t be possible for you or me to break it.”

Shi Feng said, "I'm really not sure about this. The master is a member of the Buddhist sect. I think your previous magic weapon has quite the power to restrain ghosts. Is there no way to do it?"

Cixuan shook his head and said, "It's difficult, it's difficult. Although the poor monk's vajra relic is powerful, it only has the power of one blow, and there are too many ghosts. Unless it's, hey."

Shi Feng said, "Unless it is what?" Cixuan said, "It's useless to talk about it. Unless the Sanskrit Bell, the treasure of our temple, is still there, then there is nothing we can do. I previously suspected that the Sanskrit Bell was in Long Kun's body, but He knew that the Sanskrit Bell could expel ghosts, but he did not take it out until his death, so this treasure must not be with him. "

Shi Feng smiled and said, "I also participated in the Yuncheng auction that year, and saw that the Sanskrit Bell is just a high-grade spiritual weapon, with no difference. I'm afraid it can't be compared to the Vajra Relic on the Master's body, right?"

Monk Cixuan shook his head and said, "No, no, Fellow Daoist Shi, you don't know that the Brahma Bell was personally sacrificed by the founder of the temple. It must be used in conjunction with the precepts of our temple to stimulate its Buddhist power. Ordinary people use it with ordinary Buddhist treasures, but it can only make this treasure play 20% to 30% of its effectiveness."

Shi Feng said, "So that's how it is. If the master has the Brahma Bell in his hand, how likely is it to rescue Master Lang and the others?" Cixuan said, "Then of course there is an 80% to 90% chance, what a pity."

Shi Feng said, "Master, don't feel sorry, take a look at this thing." He stretched out his hand and threw a jade box to Monk Cixuan.