World Wide Martial Art

Ye Feng grinned and started fighting without saying a word. Tang Chuxue also inspired a black crow to help out. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

This time Ghostface didn't split in two to deal with them.

Probably because he was afraid that if his power was too spread out, he would be bombarded by Ye Feng's palm power and unable to form, and then let the two juniors, a man and a woman, escape again.

The battle raged for more than half an hour, and even Ye Feng's energy reserves were a bit overwhelmed.

The key is that if this continues, there is no way to completely kill this monster.

Regardless of whether Ye Feng used the Burning Moon Knife to cut it into several pieces, or even used the "Thunder Fire Bomb" to blow it into pieces, it would take less than a moment for the white mucus to stick together again.

How can we kill it completely?

Ye Feng not only thought about what Yuan Ling said, this thing is soft and soft, and there is no resurrection spirit bone like the bone beast. So, what kind of energy drives it to move?

"He can speak human language, as if he were an old man, and he sounds like a human warrior..."

"But a warrior must not be able to survive for so long in the underground dragon tomb... a ghost? Could it be..."

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

The guy controlling the white mucus may be the remaining ghost of an ancient god. Just relying on mental power to control the mucus, no wonder it is invulnerable and unable to kill it completely.

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

Fortunately, in terms of mental power, both he and Tang Chuxue can be regarded as experts.

At this time, the strips of white mucus transformed into thousands of strands, winding towards Ye Feng like tens of thousands of long snakes. Ye Feng took a step back and sneered slightly in his heart. In an instant, he concentrated his mental power and activated the "Soul-Capturing Needle", which was also transformed into thousands of threads and stimulated towards the white mucus.

The tens of thousands of long snakes rolled back instantly as if they were being burned. Although Ye Feng stood motionless on the spot, extremely violent screams rang out in the passage.

The whole pile of mucus gathered together, turning into balls for a while, and strips for a while, and the screams were endless.

"Hmm? Xiaofeng, is this thing afraid of mental attacks?" Tang Chuxue asked with confusion in her eyes as she looked at the scene in front of her.

"That's right, if you guessed correctly, its body should be a spiritual body... My soul-capturing needle is too low-level and may not be able to kill it. Chuxue, give it a try!" Ye Feng also looked sad. .

Tang Chuxue nodded and activated the offensive moves in the "Mind Control Technique". In an instant, screams of mucus suddenly erupted like crazy, spraying in all directions, and under the attack of Tang Chuxue's mental power , not long after, this white mucus could no longer maintain a specific shape, and collapsed on the ground with a crash.

A dragon scale floated up, appeared in mid-air with the death of Mucus, and was grasped by Ye Feng in the palm of his hand.

"The third one!"

he said cheerfully.

"We got the first one in the dragon bone area, and we got one each in the dragon head area and dragon tail area. Does that mean that the remaining two will appear in the dragon scale area and dragon claw area?" Tang Chuxue imagined.

Ye Feng also feels that this is very possible, but whether this is the case is unknown.

At this time, I wanted to ask Yuan Ling, but I didn't know where the old guy had gone.

After entering the underground dragon tomb, Ye Feng discovered that Yuan Ling was always elusive. It seemed that this place was also a place of opportunity for him.

The two people retreated from the dragon tail area and explored a new passage along the dragon bone area. After killing many bone beasts along the way, they soon came to a new dragon head area.

There was a faint sound of energy clashing in front of them. Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue looked for the sound and saw a large field in the passage ahead.

On the field, a young monk with a mustache was fighting with a man using fists, a disciple of Chidori Sai, and a group of metal puppets.

The man using the boxing fist should be a disciple of Jiugongxuan. The boxing technique he performed was so powerful and fierce that Ye Feng could tell at a glance that it belonged to the "Jiugong Baji Fist".

The disciple of Chidorisai next to him brought a bear-shaped monster, and the two together were not weak in strength.

As for the young monk, he must come from Benlei Temple, one of the seven holy places.

Among the seven holy places, the unique Benlei Temple's overall strength is only slightly inferior to that of Tianji Temple. It firmly occupies the second position. Shi Guanghua, an elite disciple of Benlei Temple, is also one of the four little geniuses. Master.

At present, these three warriors from different sects should seem to have formed a team, uniting to fight against the metal puppets that appeared here. Their purpose is of course to get the objects on the round platform next to them.

Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue's eyes lit up.

Sealed in the center of this round platform are two luck beads, which are blue and purple in color, and they can sense the extraordinary from a distance.

This grade has surpassed cyan, and has a faint tendency to change towards blue. This luck bead alone is worth more than 20 million.

This is the first time Ye Feng has seen such high-level luck beads in the secret realm of Tianlong, and there are two of them!

Of course, the higher the value of the treasure, the more powerful the puppet it protects. There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to swallow these two blue luck beads, the price you have to pay is to defeat the guards besieging them.

The moment the two approached, many black iron puppet fragments were left on the ground. Ye Feng roughly estimated that there were about twenty.

But the black puppet is easy to kill, and the silver puppet is much more powerful than the black puppet.

At this moment, the three people on the field were fighting with several silver puppets, especially the young monk, who actually fought three silver puppets by himself. He also used a long black stick in his hand, and against three giant silver sticks, he was incomparable. Don't fall behind.

As for the other two, they were even different. Maybe these two also had the strength to defeat a silver puppet, but fighting two at the same time still put great pressure on them, and they were about to be unable to hold on.

Seeing an outsider approaching, the Jiugongxuan disciple panted and called for help: "Two fellow Taoists, we both belong to the Yuanwu righteous path. Please help me to hold down a puppet. I, Di Shijian, will strike." After killing the other end, there will be a big thank you.”

Ye Feng glanced at him. This man was tall and had a slightly rough face. He was fighting two silver puppets with a pair of iron fists. The punches made a loud "bang bang bang bang" sound, and the silver puppets were shaking, but they couldn't beat them. rotten,

Instead, he himself would be hit hard by a giant stick from time to time.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's heart trembled. After all, Ye Feng had personally experienced how hard the silver puppet was...