Chapter 248

The figure of Chu Feng had disappeared. The saint Mulan looked in a certain direction and couldn't help sighing.

The war between Mulan grassland and Tiannan has just begun. At this time, every force is extremely important. What's more, if the mid-term friars, such as the soul burial immortal, fall early, it will definitely be a major blow to the Mulan people.

"Many Mulan strongmen have died in the hands of the Lord these years, including two gurus. Coupled with the real person who buried the soul, no wonder he is not optimistic about the grassland."

"However, the soul burial immortal has long turned against me. It's a good thing to fall. As for this war, let it be."

Having figured everything out, her heart couldn't help relaxing. Looking at the blue jade bottle in his hand again, he couldn't help showing a trace of joy in his eyes. In contrast, it is more important to improve your cultivation earlier.

Chu Feng left Mulan saint's retreat and soon came to another region according to the information provided by the other party.

It is located at the northernmost end of the Holy See. There are hundreds of independent attics in front of us. The periphery of this area is blocked by a layer of blue energy mask, and only the hand-held token can pass through.

Chu Feng looked carefully for a while. Such a defense array seemed to him to be empty. His figure twinkled rapidly and quickly disappeared into it.

Inside an attic, a middle-aged monk in a dark red robe is meditating with his eyes closed.

This person's face is exceptionally handsome and his skin is delicate and moist. If his eyebrows and hair had not become silvery white, it is easy to be misunderstood. He is basically a young man.

"Huh? Who?"

The middle-aged monk suddenly shook his body and suddenly opened his eyes. Not far in front of him, there was a strange monk standing. He looked very young. However, he could not see a trace of cultivation.

Mortal? impossible.

He was extremely shocked. When the other party came in, he could hide his perception, and his cultivation must exceed him too much.

"Buried soul immortal?" the green robed friar asked indifferently.

"It's me. Who are you and why are you here?"

"I did the burial of Soul Valley."

"What? You..."

The soul burial immortal immediately felt a chill in his heart. At this time, he had fully understood that the other party was not good, and he was afraid of the idea of cutting the grass and eliminating the roots.

He was trying to resist. However, the next situation made his face change dramatically. It seemed that there was an invisible force inside Dantian, which suppressed it. All mana is like a pool of stagnant water, which can not be mobilized at all.

"You and I have no grievances. You not only buried me in the Soul Valley and robbed me, but now you find me here. It's too cruel to do so?"

"No grievance, no hatred? Hehe,"

Chu Feng sneered. A demon friar even reasoned with him. If it hadn't been for his wanton arrest of Tiannan friars and soul refining, he wouldn't have found each other. What's more, there are those people under commander Zhao. How can we say that there is no hatred between the two sides.

"Please calm down, elder. If I'm leading those people for Zhao Tongling's sake, I'm willing to make compensation."

The immortal who buried the soul immediately noticed the other party's undisguised intention to kill. He couldn't help clicking in his heart, and a cold sweat exuded on his forehead.

"No longer needed."

Chu Feng looked indifferent and waved his sleeves. A purple flame suddenly appeared and jumped at each other in an instant.

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In the main hall in the center of the holy court, master Zhong sat in the middle. Not far from him sat a thin old man with gray hair, dressed in a gray robe, with a strange smell from top to bottom.

"Yin Luo Zong was originally the demon sect of the great Jin Dynasty. He was powerful. I don't know whether it's right or wrong to invite them this time?"

"Brother Zhong is worried. Although Yinluo sect is powerful, it is too far away from Mulan grassland and there will be no direct conflict of interest. Zhu has inquired that the Yinluo flag, the most precious treasure in his sect, has been damaged for some reason, so it needs a lot of souls to repair, so he will come here."

"Living soul?" master Zhong frowned. As expected, it was the devil's way. Only the devil could do this inhuman means.

"Yes, and it's the soul of a large number of monks. There are two checks and balances between the positive and evil in the land of Da Jin. There are too many concerns, so we can only choose remote places such as Tiannan."

Master Zhong was silent, but at this time, a faint light suddenly flew from outside the hall and accurately fell into his hand.

"Messenger?"

He was slightly stunned and immediately released his divine consciousness into it. When he saw the information inside, his look suddenly changed and disappeared in the hall.

The old man surnamed Zhu also has some doubts. Looking at the other party's reaction, it is obvious that something extremely important has happened. With a flash of light, he immediately followed up.

"When did you find it?"

At this time, master Zhong had rushed to the attic and looked at the empty room in front of him. He looked a little ugly. Except for the outside of the attic, all the decorations inside were burned, and only some residual traces were left at the edges. Obviously, the soul burial immortal is afraid of more or less bad luck.

"I tell you, master, I was ordered to send cultivation resources, and everything here has just been discovered." the disciple replied timidly.

"Who on earth is it that has such a strange means? The soul burial immortal has extraordinary strength. Even if we want to kill him so quietly, we can't do it." the old man surnamed Zhu showed his body and looked at the situation in front of him.

Master Zhong was silent and thought of something or someone. The man is powerful and has some disputes with the soul burial immortal. This time, is it his revenge?

"What did brother Zhong think of?"

"Not yet." master Zhong's eyes twinkled and did not say his doubts,

"This man's means are somewhat unimaginable. I'm afraid they are far more than you and me. We should be more vigilant in the future. Moreover, at this critical time, it's better not to make a statement, so as not to cause unnecessary panic."

After a pause, he said,

"Zhongmou still has some things to discuss with the saint. I'm glad you have a wish here."

"It doesn't matter. I'll take care of it here."

Outside the attic,

When master Zhong looked at the direction of the saint's hall, he couldn't help sighing, "younger martial sister Le, do you know about this?"

Deep in the grassland,

A blue shuttle was flying at a high speed. On the shuttle, Chu Feng stood with his hands behind him in silence.

He didn't care about the Mulan people. At this time, his heart was constantly thinking about how to act in Dajin. The purpose of this time is very clear, that is to get the Ming Wang Jue.

This is a special skill for cultivating the physical body. Originally, it was the Vajra formula from the spiritual world. This formula is very magical. Almost everyone practices it in the spiritual world, and it does not need to have spiritual roots. When you reach the last level, you can compete with the monks in the period of transforming God only by the strength of the flesh.

Just, where should we start? He's not old Han. He didn't have such good luck. He happened to meet a fugitive monk of Dajin. When the other party was dying, he handed it to the inheritance secret library, in which there was this formula.

"Maybe I should change my mind."

After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and thought of something.