Chapter 203

"Ah..."

A woman's scream came, and there was a mess outside the palace.

"If a foreign enemy invades, go and inform commander Zhao."

I don't know the woman took the lead in responding and immediately shouted. Several people immediately stood out of the crowd and ran quickly to the palace.

Chu Feng was suspended above the square, quietly looking at the situation below without stopping. The immortal who buried the soul is not here. Among the monks left here, the highest cultivation is only at the end of the pill period. No matter how they toss, they can't turn over any waves.

After a while, the door of the palace was opened, and more than ten sword lights flew out rapidly, blocking in front of the palace.

The cultivation of these people is not low, and all of them have reached the end of the Dan period. The first one is a middle-aged man in animal skin short clothes, strong and burly, with eyes like copper bells, and a huge iron sword on his back.

At this time, the burly man looked a little dignified. Somehow, the man in front of him always gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. Moreover, this man looks just like the realm of jiedan period. How did he get in. You should know that the devil soul refining array outside is powerful, that is, the primordial infant friars, who can't pass through without guidance.

"Who on earth is your excellency? What's your intention to rush into my soul burial Valley? Don't you know who the master here is?"

"You want to threaten me with a soul burial immortal."

Chu Feng smiled coldly and had no idea of talking nonsense with each other. Chiyou sword was sacrificed in an instant. At this time, the soul burial immortal is not here, which is the best time to start. Otherwise, when the other party returns, it will cause a lot of trouble.

"Damn it, let's fight together and kill the madman."

The strong man was so angry that he didn't expect the other party to start without a word. He didn't pay attention to him at all. With a loud cry, the huge iron sword behind flew up. I don't know what kind of magic weapon this iron sword is. It was divided into ten in the blink of an eye and took the lead in facing the front.

Ten sword lights came at a high speed and collided with the flying sword.

However, in the blink of an eye, the strong man suddenly changed his face wildly, and then there was a burst of tearing pain in the spirit.

"Poof -"

The blood gushed out of his mouth and immediately frightened the people.

"Zhao Tongling!"

"Commander, what's the matter with you?"

More than a dozen people behind them were shocked. Their magic weapons had not been sacrificed in time. Unexpectedly, such an accident happened. Looking at the appearance of Zhao Tongling, it is obvious that he was seriously injured.

"My illusion is ruined."

"What, that's your magic weapon!"

Commander Zhao wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face became extremely ugly. Qianhuan is a high-level magic weapon. One point is divided into ten, but its low-level form. With the growth of his cultivation, one point is divided into 100 and one point is divided into thousands. This magic weapon almost consumed half of his life's hard work. I didn't expect it to be destroyed like this.

"This man's magic weapon is not simple. Be careful."

Zhao Tongling was afraid of Dasheng. However, he didn't lose his mind and made a reminder in time.

Chiyou sword cut off the thousand illusions of the strong man, which seems to be extremely proud. The faint light on the sword flickered and whispered to attack again. Without hesitation, those friars quickly offered magic weapons and began to resist. Knowing the strangeness of this flying sword, no one dared to connect it with their own magic weapons and chose the way of swimming.

Chu Feng stood in the distance and didn't come forward to deal with these jiedan friars. Chiyou sword alone was enough. The most important thing is that these monks are poorer than each other. Except for the iron sword at the beginning, there is no decent magic weapon left.

"Daddy, do you want me to do it?" luan'er flew over and looked at the battle in front of him and asked.

"If you do it, none of them can live." Chu Feng smiled and said, "these people can't die right now. It's still useful for me to keep them."

"You don't look like a soft hearted person. Do you have any new plans?" Xiao Li asked with a wink, knowing him best.

"I know I can't hide it from you. I also know that the soul burial immortal is not here, so I suddenly have a new idea." Chu Feng nodded and immediately said his plan.

"That's right." Xiao Li thought for a moment and said, "the plan is good, but the process may be dangerous. After all, the other party is a well-known mid-term monk of Yuanying."

"That's why we have to keep these people for the time being. It's just useful at that time. Make careful preparations in advance, even if it's a middle-term monk."

The battle in the field was coming to an end. A dozen jiedan monks fell on the square. Not only did they destroy all their magic weapons, but they were also seriously injured. The only thing to be thankful for was that the other party didn't seem to want to kill them all, but no one died.

"Ex... please forgive me, elder. We don't know real people. We offended you. I hope you will forgive me in the face of the valley master."

At this time, the strong man no longer had the momentum he had before. From the beginning of the battle to the present, the people in front of him didn't even fight once. He defeated all the people with only a psychic flying sword. This strength can't be achieved by jiedan friars.

"Why, do you still want to carry out the soul burial immortal to threaten me?"

"No, I don't think so." the strong man immediately panicked and quickly explained, "don't blame me, elder. I just sincerely repent and have no other meaning."

"You can bend and stretch."

Chu Feng sneered and didn't believe each other's words. The softness in front of him was just a plan to delay. He didn't care. When his palm turned over, a blood red token appeared, and he said coldly,

"Since you realize your mistake, you can't expose it with an apology. You can avoid death, but you can't escape life. Hand over your 30% spirit, and I'll believe your sincerity."

"What!"

The strong man's face changed dramatically. Unexpectedly, the other party wanted to enslave him with such an idea. How important the spirit is to friars. It is almost never possible to betray by dividing three transactions to others.

Not only the strong men, but also others around them were shocked. Needless to say, they couldn't escape such bad luck. Thinking of being controlled in the future, whether life or death is entirely between each other's thoughts, his face suddenly turned pale.

"No, we must escape at once."

Finally, someone couldn't help but count the lights and rushed to the array.

"If you want to escape, daydream."

Chu Feng's eyes were cold, the faint light flashed rapidly, and the screams sounded one after another, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling. The monks who wanted to take the opportunity to escape were silent in the twinkling of an eye.

"Well, if you want to go, I won't stop you."

Everyone reacted in an instant, and their hearts were extremely cold. Before, everyone didn't die and thought that the other party had scruples. Now it seems that this is a kind-hearted person. They are merciless.

It's impossible to escape now. I have to give in. However, I feel a little desperate when I think of the need to hand over 30% of the gods and souls.