Threads of black energy completely enveloped Pei Feng's body, and the formation runes flickered dimly.

The old man in black kept changing his handprints, and strange blood energy came out from between his palms and merged into the formation.

For a while, drops of sweat flowed down the old man's dry cheeks. He seemed to be experiencing a fierce life-and-death struggle, and was gradually falling into the disadvantage.

"This is impossible!"

The eyes of the old man in black were covered with red threads. His face was distorted and he looked more and more terrifying. A large amount of blood surged out of his body, and the formation runes were beating violently in an instant.

Pei Feng sat inside the formation, motionless.

A powerful force of counter-shock rushed straight at the old man. The old man spit out a mouthful of blood and was bounced away by the black energy. At the same time, the formation quickly stopped running, and the strange symbols became completely silent.

The black air gradually dissipated, and Pei Feng, who was wearing a silver mask, raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Failed?"

The old man looked shocked. "I can't change the fate of you and the recipient, but your fate seems to be one. Even if I don't use the blood killing technique for you, the cause and effect of the two of you will be tightly intertwined.

.How could such a strange thing happen!"

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

"What? Have you thought of the answer?" Pei Feng slowly walked to the old man.

"You're that kid!"

"That's right." Pei Feng said in a deep voice, "It's surprising. What surprises you is yet to come."

The old man sneered: "Do you think I can't kill you even if I'm slightly injured?"

"With peak Taoist strength, it's really not difficult to kill me. If you haven't been backlashed by cause and effect, you should be able to use some secret technique to temporarily reach the stage of divine transformation."

"A small soul-level monk actually has such eyesight."

Pei Feng smiled faintly and said, "I told you that the surprise for you is yet to come. Let's talk about it."

"Talk? Hahaha." The old man stood up slowly, "Boy, are you qualified to talk to me?"

"Are you reborn or taking over your body?" Pei Feng asked a question that Tianwu once asked Yuan Qing in the Sword Tomb.

The body of the old man in black trembled obviously.

"I guess it should be a body snatching. Your physical body was destroyed, and the soul element seized a new body. But for some reason, this body and your soul essence cannot be completely integrated, so it withered into this ghost.

Look."

"Boy, who are you?"

"Now do you think I'm qualified?"

The old man's eyes were still disdainful, "Ignorant young man, do you think that if you know a few magic arts, you will be invincible?"

Pei Feng smiled and said: "In terms of magical skills and magic, I really can't compare with the witch clan's genetic skills."

As soon as he said these words, the old man in black, a monk at the peak of the Tao realm who had lived for hundreds of years, finally broke through his defense and fell back a few steps. His body was immediately shrouded in a layer of white mist, and his murderous intention became substantial.

"This is not the moment to kill me. Since we both want to know who each other is, why can't we talk first."

"Let's talk. Okay. Let's talk then."

After the old man finished speaking, his body returned to the stone platform.

Pei Feng also jumped slightly and sat down opposite the old man. He raised his hand to signal the old man to ask questions first.

The old man still had the same question, "Who are you?"

"Descendants of the God Clan. My destiny is not within the law of heaven, so you can't change the trajectory of my destiny. Not to mention you, even the high priest of your Witch Clan can't do it."

"How did you find out the identity of my witch clan?"

"Since I know the art of seeding, I can naturally guess your identity."

The moment the formation runes lit up, Pei Feng finally remembered where he had seen these runes - the Immortal Asura Seal!

The moment he pierced the Shura Seal, he had a startling glance at the runes on it. Those strange symbols of the Witch Clan were deeply imprinted in his mind. Knowing the origin of the formation runes, he naturally thought of Yuan Qing

The so-called "Blood Killing Technique" used to perform the art of seeding is just like putting a vest on the art of seeding.

You cannot speak or move when performing the Blood Killing Technique. These are all mysteries. They are just to cover up the fact that the "Blood Killing Technique" is the "Cause Technique".

"What do you, a member of the Witch Clan, want to do by joining the Seven Kills Sect?"

"Boy, even if you are a dead person now, I can't tell you this secret. Let me change the question."

"I heard that inner sect monks like you who use the blood-killing technique are all assigned from the Seven Gates of Southern Border. This blood-killing technique was created by the master of the seven gates. It seems that the seven gates of Southern Border have a relationship with the witches.

The clans are inextricably linked.”

After pondering for a moment, the old man nodded slightly.

"You, the witch clan, want to use the sharp sword of the Seven Kills Sect."

Pei Feng's expression suddenly changed, "So it turns out that the recipient of the Blood Killing Order must have extraordinary origins, and the person who dares to accept the Blood Killing Order must have a high level of cultivation. On the surface, you are asking him to

The fate of people is entangled, but in fact, you are binding the giver and recipient of orders to the gods of your witch clan. Sooner or later, these people will become pawns for the gods of your clan to escape from trouble."

The old man in black suddenly stood up, the pupils in his eyes turned completely green, and white energy steamed out of his black clothes. The aura of peak Taoist cultivation burst out.

"You must die!"

Pei Feng sneered and said: "Yenqing, who was reborn in three generations, has not killed me. You, a body snatcher, still want to kill me?"

The pupils of the old man in black dilated again.

"Did you destroy the Shura seal on Maya Mountain?"

"I'm ashamed to say that the magical weapon that was obtained through the blood sacrifices of hundreds of thousands of people from your witch clan is really vulnerable."

"Ah!" The old man in black's sparse hair danced wildly, "Suffer death!"

The old man in black pushed out his palms together, and two majestic Tao forces smashed down on Pei Feng's face.

In an instant, Pei Feng disappeared on the spot.

With Pei Feng's current cultivation level, the soul power in his body can allow him to perform teleportation hundreds of times. He has not used the method of "Taikou Tianjie" for a long time. Once he uses it, he must be silenced.

Invisibility and teleportation were performed at the same time. The man in black could not capture his figure at all.

"This is the "Taikou Tianjie"!" The old man in black also recognized such great magical powers. Only "Taikou Tianjie" can be cast instantly and move without a trace. This is a powerful law of space.

The little porcelain doll in Pei Fengxian Palace controls the three-eyed hurricane, continuously providing him with soul power. On the other side, Tian Ling'er in the Demon Palace also controls the sun-splitting divine sword, Nine-Yang True Fire and Wanzai Xuan.

The three-eyed hurricane made of ice is at its maximum.

The Zhenwu Sword carried the Nine Yang True Fire and thrust out, and a flash of fire instantly illuminated the entire secret room.
Chapter completed!