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Chapter 392 The Imperial Pagoda

The moment the three-story exquisite little tower appeared, Evil Lord did not hesitate any longer. At that moment, he slapped his palm towards Pei Feng. At the same time, the formation patterns of the killing formation under Pei Feng's feet trembled rapidly.

In a speed competition within a limited space, no one is Pei Feng's opponent.

He immediately teleported out and was outside the killing array in the blink of an eye.

"The art of teleportation! You are indeed the child of the God clan."

At this moment, the identity of Pei Feng of the Wuji Sect and the orphan of the God Clan finally coincided.

Pei Feng shows off his cards!

He knew that after the battle at the top, his identity would be exposed sooner or later. There were too many people who knew the inside story!

The Wuji Sect cannot protect him for a lifetime. From now on, the killers of the Seven Kills Sect will come to him in droves. The days of peace of mind are now completely over.

But he would rather let the orphan who had disappeared for ten years reappear in the world than let go of this clone. He is carrying the sacred weapon "Yingling Pagoda" given by the Ghost Saint, and there are many treasures given by the Shitian Artifact Sect!

How could he be willing to take advantage of Evil Lord in such a free way?

"The rumor that the God clan cannot break through the Golden Core realm seems to be false."

"Let me go, and I will pass on "Taikou Tianjie" to you."

Evil Lord hesitated slightly. The temptation of "Taikou Tianjie" was really too great.

"You think I am a three-year-old child?"

Pei Feng smiled slightly and said, "It will take some time to release the undead."

Pei Feng teleported and once again dodged a sword beam from the Evil Lord. At the same time, the three-story Spirit Control Tower in his hand had already taken shape.

The bones and skeletons and the ferocious undead were like wild horses running wild. They literally crushed their skulls and crawled out.

The densely packed withered bones make one feel terrified.

Suddenly a dark wind suddenly rose in the cave, turning it into a hell on earth.

All three people were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Crackling. Crackling.

Countless dead bones were ground to pieces by the Killing Formation. There was a rain of bones in the cave.

Above, the undead army was tearing at the trap that sealed the entrance of the cave. The fifth-level trap that could not see even a drop of water could not withstand the constant bites of countless undead.

Evil Lord shot out a seven-colored divine light and immediately drove away the undead trapped outside the formation. He took advantage of the situation and pulled Song Xingyun into his body-protecting divine light.

No matter the undead, skeletons, or zombies, they can't break through his defense. But he doesn't feel comfortable being surrounded by these things!

The evil king's master and apprentice began to slaughter these undead armies that had already died once. The floor of the cave was soon covered with a thick layer of bones.

The killing array further pulverized the broken bones into powder. Debris flew everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the cave. Broken bones flew everywhere. Countless undead souls went crazy in the strong wind. They bared their fangs and waved their sharp claws. They rushed towards the colorful light shield one after another.

The countless overlapping screams in the cave can scare people to death.

This is the most terrifying scene Pei Feng has ever seen in his life. No one.

The horror of the immortal weapon's bloodbath on Blue Rock Peak must be put one row back.

He must also activate twelve points of perception to sense the evil king's sudden attack.

After all, Evil Lord is a great monk, and he can still capture Pei Feng's position in the storm. From time to time, he will send out a sword energy, penetrate the body of the undead, and give Pei Feng a fatal blow.

If he relaxes even a little bit, Pei Feng will join these skeletons and end up being shattered into pieces.

The soul power in Pei Fengxian Palace is being consumed rapidly. While maintaining the stealth technique, he also needs to constantly move instantaneously. Facing the great monk, he can only escape. Attacking is seeking death.

After all, this was just his clone. Without Ling'er's help, he couldn't break through the great monk's colorful defense.

"The entrance to the cave has been sealed. You can't get out." Evil Lord roared, his mind was in a state of confusion.

Pei Feng knew that if he continued like this, it would be a dead end. If he couldn't break through the hole, his soul power would be exhausted sooner or later.

A thick layer of white bones completely covered the killing array. Moreover, most of the spiritual stones used to maintain the killing array were consumed. Now, the killing array in the cave no longer poses a threat to Pei Feng.

"If you don't have a real sword, you can only try these new magic weapons."

Pei Feng pushed the dry wind bag to the limit. The cave was filled with countless broken bones. Then, he summoned another beast from the dry wind bag-the Ice Moon Butterfly!

This monster has not seen the outside world for a long time.

The moment the Ice Moon Butterfly appeared, she was obviously frightened.

Pei Feng immediately sent a message to the little guy.

The white Ice Moon Butterfly held back its breath, and it was extremely difficult to detect among the white bone fragments in the sky. Moreover, Evil Lord's breath was also unstable at this moment. He was actually approached by this little guy.

Suddenly, Evil Lord saw plumes of black smoke rising from the bones at his feet. The next moment, the bones were set on fire. The fire took advantage of the wind, and in just a moment, the entire cave became a sea of ​​fire.

"This is no ordinary fire!"

Countless bones that were ignited all rushed towards the evil king.

Even the Five Elements Spiritual Fire of the Ice Moon Butterfly cannot really hurt a great monk. Pei Feng also relied on the Ice Moon Butterfly to defeat the Evil Lord. As long as the Evil Lord loses his perception of himself for a short time, he will be able to free his hands. Break the formation.

The opportunity passed in an instant. Pei Feng did not hesitate for a moment and threw all the magic weapons in the storage bag towards the hole.

These magic weapons were obtained by him and his fellow disciples from the Shitian Artifact Sect in exchange for pill formulas. Naturally, they are all good things. But this is not the time to be stingy. If he died here, the evil king would still have the same things. .

That strange trapping formation was smashed by several Horcruxes and Mysterious Weapons, and it was indeed overwhelmed.

The formation suddenly shattered, and the lake water instantly poured into the cave.

"This is the moment!"

Pei Feng took back the pagoda, took back the Ice Moon Butterfly, and took back the dry wind bag. He teleported and entered the passage.

"Where to go!"

Evil Lord slashed open the charging fire-headed skeleton with one sword, then pursued him at full speed.

However, the force of the water pouring down was too great, and the evil king's speed was weakened by 30%.

Pei Feng's continuous release of instant movement was not affected by resistance.

Relying on various magic weapons, Pei Feng finally escaped from the trap and rose into the sky from the bottom of the lake.

He didn't dare to stop at all. He started flying out of the valley at full speed. And the next moment, Pei Feng's heart felt cold again.

A huge magic weapon with murderous intent was blocking the sky in mid-air. It was overlooking this tiny ant.

The demonic figure had three eyes and said in a deep voice: "Today you will definitely die." His voice was like a bell, exploding throughout the mountain stream.

The Evil Lord with demonic flames slowly emerged from the water. The great monk released his Dharma, and his momentum rose to another level. At the same time, a ball of red light spread out with the Evil Lord as the center, covering the entire mountain stream.

The great monk's realm of transformation into gods.

Evil Lord used his strongest strength without any reservation. Just to ensure that Pei Feng was wiped out cleanly in the shortest possible time. He did not want the news to leak out and be hunted down by the Ghost Saint.

Pei Feng could not even think of resisting in the evil lord's domain. Facing such a powerful demon sect cultivator, he could only feel endless despair.
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