Whether it was the physical weakness or the severe injuries inside her body, Shang Feng felt powerless and unable to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Seeing the black skeleton charging towards him, Shang Feng's expression changed violently.
In his current state, how can he stop this evil spirit?
Escape.
Escape immediately.
No matter how unwilling you are, no matter how aggrieved, no matter how bitter you are, you must escape now.
"Wow¡ª¡ª"
A ball of demonic energy escaped from Chang Feng's body and turned into thousands of blood butterflies, flying into the night.
The body of the black skeleton crashed into the butterfly group, stretched out a black bone hand, grabbed the largest magic butterfly in the center of the butterfly group, and directly tore off one of its butterfly wings.
Xuedie let out a miserable howl from his mouth, knowing that he could no longer escape today, and shouted: "Zhang Ruochen, we will die together"
The blood butterfly was about to self-destruct the Holy Source, but the black skeleton let out an excited roar. The bone hand penetrated its head first and dug out the Holy Source from its body.
Changfeng¡¯s holy soul was not divided, like a blood-red butterfly, trying to escape from the holy source.
However, as soon as the blood-red butterfly flew out, it was grabbed by the ecstatic black skeleton and swallowed into its mouth. In the mouth of the black skeleton, a green will-o'-the-wisp emerged, which was actually refining Shang Feng's holy soul.
Zhang Ruochen did not expect that such a change would occur, so he rushed over and carefully observed what the black skeleton was doing. ?"I'm actually refining Shang Feng's holy soul"
"Inside the skull, the sealed remnant soul of the Great Saint has turned into an evil spirit. That evil spirit should be devouring Chang Feng's holy soul, trying to make itself stronger."? There is a Buddha Emperor. With the relic's suppression, Zhang Ruochen is confident that he can still control the evil spirit now.
After a slight hesitation, Zhang Ruochen finally did not stop it and wanted to see what would happen next.
Chang Feng¡¯s holy soul struggled violently in the skull¡¯s mouth, trying to escape, but there was an even more terrifying soul power suppressing him.
About a quarter of an hour later, the black skeleton completely refined and absorbed Chang Feng's holy soul. The evil spirit emanating from it became much stronger. A pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes actually glared at Zhang Ruochen. His face was ferocious, as if he wanted to challenge Zhang Ruochen.
"The aura has strengthened a lot. It seems that I have the power to compete with the Five-Step Holy King. However, I am the master. If you want to challenge me, it is not enough now." Zhang Ruochen stretched out a palm and controlled the Buddha. Emperor's relic.
Suddenly, the relic between the eyebrows of the black skull emitted a dazzling golden light, completely covering it and purifying the evil spirit on it.
"Ouch!"
The black skeleton roared loudly and wanted to resist.
Zhang Ruochen snorted and turned his palm down. Suddenly, the relic became extremely heavy, suppressing the black skeleton and kneeling heavily on the ground, not daring to fight Zhang Ruochen anymore.
It wasn¡¯t until most of the evil spirit on the black skeleton was purified and he completely calmed down that Zhang Ruochen regained his mental power. Immediately, the black skull turned into a white bone holy staff again.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen's palm reached into the void and grabbed Shang Feng's holy source.
The fist-sized holy source appears crystal clear and emits blood-red magic light, like a heavy ruby.
Inside the Holy Source, there is a thumb-sized cauldron suspended.
Seeing the cauldron, Zhang Ruochen had a look of joy on his face.
That is the regular sacred weapon condensed by Chang Feng. It is a priceless treasure for monks who are half-step to the realm of Saint King and Saint King.
Generally speaking, the Holy Artifact of the Rules will dissipate the moment the Holy King dies. Therefore, even if you can kill a Holy King, you will not be able to obtain his Holy Artifact of the Rules. However, when Chang Feng died, he had no time to decompose the sacred artifact, which gave Zhang Ruochen an advantage.
The rules and sacred artifacts left behind by the Five-Step Saint King are of immeasurable value.
Zhang Ruochen put away Chang Feng's holy source and searched Chang Feng's body. He found three treasures, namely, a seed of the true illusory holy flower, a pair of blood-red gloves, and a black magic weapon. pot.
The grade of the pair of gloves reaches the level of the Eryao Ten Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact, and is worth a lot of money.
Precisely because of wearing these gloves, Shang Feng could resist Shen Yuan's ancient sword with his bare hands.
However, on Zhang Ruochen's hands, he was wearing gloves made from the blood armor of the Hundred Saints. Even the gloves of the Vulcan Armor were temporarily useless, so naturally he couldn't use this pair of gloves. Therefore, after refining the holy power that Shang Feng left in the glove, Zhang Ruochen put it into the space ring.
&; Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen's hands and feet suddenly became cold.
Wouldn¡¯t it be easy for the other party to kill him?
Zhang Ruochen's expression was very ugly. After a while, he gradually calmed down and put away the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints and the Divine Fire of Purification. If the other party wanted to kill him, they would have taken action long ago and would not have waited until now.
"Why do you want to stop me from going to Yin Yang Palace?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Ji Fanxin did not turn around, and said in a very beautiful voice: "I am stopping you from going to die."?
"Why do you say that?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Ji Fan thought: "Do you think that you are absolutely safe after practicing the method of transformation, changing your appearance, and hiding your aura? Have you seen the black bronze mirror above the door of Yin Yang Palace? That is a Yin Yang mirror, which can see through all disguises. No monk can even think of hiding his identity and sneaking in. Your portrait has been sent to the Yin Yang Palace a long time ago, and there are countless terrifying people waiting for you to deliver it to your door."
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the Yin Yang Hall opposite, and sure enough, there was a Bagua black bronze mirror hanging on the upper right side of the gate.
Although Zhang Ruochen is very confident in the Thirty-Six Formless Transformations, he has not practiced this secret technique to the highest level. Whether he can hide it from the Yin-Yang Mirror is still unknown.
"An evil place like Yin Yang Temple has offended so many great worlds, yet it can still stand in Tiandu Holy City. It is not as simple as I imagined. Fortunately, Givenchy's heart reminded me, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Zhang Ruochen further realized how terrifying his enemy was. He was really murderous at every step, walking on thin ice, and would die without a burial place if he was not careful.
"Why do you want to save me? My grudges with the Yin Yang Palace seem to have nothing to do with your Qian Rui Realm, right? We don't seem to have any friendship. I don't believe that Fairy Baihua, who has always rejected people thousands of miles away, would actually take action. Help a stranger from the tribe." Zhang Ruochen said.
"Who said it has nothing to do with Qianrui Realm?"
Ji Fanxin slowly turned around and stared at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of beautiful eyes, like two beautiful lakes.
Seeing those beautiful eyes, Zhang Ruochen immediately recalled the chance encounter in the Shuxiang Pavilion. He felt surprised and blurted out: "It turns out to be you." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com