Thousands of sword rain passed by, constantly passing through Zhang Yifeng's body, and the surface of Zhang Yifeng was even pierced through one loophole after another.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged manager next to him felt sorry for the damaged walls and equipment of the underground stronghold.

But as long as the thief who broke into the stronghold could be killed, it would not be a loss.

After all, what is studied here is an important thing in the future of shell tissue and must not be discovered by anyone.

Just when the middle-aged leader was secretly proud, a cold feeling suddenly climbed up to his neck.

"Um?"

With a puzzled look, the middle-aged chief was twisted around his neck before he could react, and he saw clearly the person behind him.

The pupils suddenly expanded, and a figure that he couldn't believe was reflected in his pupils. It was Zhang Yifeng who was clearly pierced by thousands of sword rains.

"idiot."

With a cold voice, Zhang Yifeng directly took the black iron token in the hands of the middle-aged chief.

With a sudden force in his hand, he directly kneaded the black iron token into a ball of scrap iron.

The moment the black iron token was crushed, Jian Hero and Jian Ping'an paused in their hands, and the thin swords that turned into immortal power in their hands fell to the ground one after another, turning into pure immortal power and dispersed.

"ah!"

Two shouts sounded, Jian Yingxiong and Jian Ping'an both covered their heads and knelt on the ground, showing a look of pain and struggle on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng laughed without rushing, and his eyes showed a sense of ease.

Such a reaction shows that Zhang Yifeng's guess is correct. The black iron token in the middle-aged leader's hand is indeed the culprit for manipulating the two sword heroes.

At the same time, the remaining shell monks rushed towards Zhang Yifeng one after another, and various magical powers rushed towards him.

Facing these group of shell monks, a cold light flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes and he licked the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng's figure kept flashing among the crowd, and the thin sword in his hand turned into a deadly weapon, and the shell-organized monks fell under his sword.

After these people fell, the surging black flames directly swallowed them, giving them no room for resistance.

When the last shell monk held a short blade in his hand and curled up in the corner, he looked at Zhang Yifeng, who had not been stained with a drop of blood on his body, and the black flames that were burning behind him, shouting in horror.

The next second, Zhang Yifeng's thin sword pierced his head, and the black flames burned from the tip of the sword, directly burning the monk into a slag.

In this way, the shell-organized monks in the entire underground stronghold were cleaned up by Zhang Yifeng.

Walking back to the room where Jian Yingxiong was imprisoned, Jian Yingxiong and Jian Ping'an had both fainted.

Zhang Yifeng walked up to check carefully. The blinding object in the sea of ​​consciousness of the two had disappeared.

Then Zhang Yifeng searched each room again, and confirmed that there was no fish that missed the net, and also found information about the things that controlled the two sword heroes' minds.

It turns out that this is what this group of people is studying in this underground stronghold, using a strange brainwashing method and paired with the black iron token.

He can control others at close range. This thing is still under research, and the sword heroes are just experimental items.

Although it is still under research, Zhang Yifeng has seen that the shell tissue is very planning, and if this thing can be used on a large scale.

Even if it relies on some medium for transmission, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Immortal Earth will be controlled by the shell tissue.

With a gaze, Zhang Yifeng recorded these materials in his mind, and then burned the research results of these group of monks in the Shell Organization.

Although the shell organization can convey information to each other by relying on the spirit, Zhang Yifeng feels that most of these information should not have been passed back by the middle-aged leader.

This is the common problem of the person in charge of the underground bases of these shell tissues. They all want to pass the data back when the research on the things is almost the same, so as to seek credit.

He brought the unconscious sword hero and sword back to the passage safely. As for this underground stronghold, it was completely submerged in Zhang Yifeng's black flames.

Looking at the closed passage entrance, Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and this guy made a good plan.

This is to let Zhang Yifeng and that group of people fight to the death in the underground stronghold.

But his wishful thinking was wrong, and Zhang Yifeng was not the one who could die in such a place.

With a sudden punch, Zhang Yifeng directly knocked away the stone table pressing against the entrance and led people out of the underground passage.

He glanced at the young man lying beside him. In the other party's incredible gaze, Zhang Yifeng reached out and grabbed him in his hand.

Pinching the young man's neck, Zhang Yifeng pondered for a moment, but still let go of his hand.

After falling to the ground again, the young man showed a look of glory for surviving the disaster.

"I won't kill you, it's just right that I'll keep you for some use."

After a faint sound, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand and threw out a bottle of pills, which was accurate in the hands of the young man.

When Zhang Yifeng left Aoki City with the unconscious sword hero and Jian Ping'an, and the young man, the entire Aoki City was in an uproar.

The big family in Aoki City, which was loved by the people, was quietly destroyed. In the fires all over the sky, except for a dozen servants who were knocked out and were still outside.

All the remaining people were buried in the strange black flames, and countless people were crying and wailing.

Zhang Yifeng smiled and lowered the hat on his head and passed through the gate of Aoki Castle.

At the same time, at the intersection of the Eastern Immortal Earth and the Southern Immortal Earth, a long table is placed in an underground space.

There are ten seats on the left and right of this long table, but there is only one seat on the main seat.

The originally calm underground space suddenly flashed with a faint blue light, and then a figure appeared on the tenth seat on the left.

It’s just that the fluctuations emitted on his body are obviously just a projection.

The figure showed a sarcastic look on his face, and he looked at the seat on the opposite side with anticipation, waiting for the figure on the opposite side to appear.

Finally, a figure on the right was also projected on the seat.

Compared with the sarcastic expression of the figure on the left, the figure on the right had a faint anger on his face.

"Yoyo, isn't this a sea ghost? Why hasn't you seen me for a few days, and your face has become so bad."

The figure on the left sneered, raised an eyebrow and looked at the figure on the right.

"Skinny Monkey, I advise you not to say these nonsense at this critical moment, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

The figure on the seat on the right took a deep breath, and anger appeared in his eyes.

"Hmph, I said, don't call me thin monkey anymore, I'm called Guihou!"

The figure on the left also looked cold. He hated others calling him thin monkey the most.

"So, then I just called, so what can you do?"

As the sea ghosts and ghosts were constantly quarreling, other figures gradually appeared on the seats on both sides.

But they didn't mean to stop the two of them. They either got involved or watched coldly.
Chapter completed!