The tentacles behind him continued to surge and thicken, squeezing inward. Jiang Feng had to move his body and once again entered the cold hall that had returned to normal. The pool of flesh and blood rooted in Matthew was like a sticky fence protecting him.

Behind him, Jiang Feng was faintly threatened to touch the book of inheritance.

Jiang Feng thought about how to leave.

Although he does not have as powerful a golden talisman as the previous Tianli Sect male cultivator, he can use the magic light of the aura to get out of trouble quickly, but he is not sure where he will appear, whether it is dangerous or not;

In addition, using the "Mo Di" sword lent to him by Chu Yiming, the useless skills generated after the sacrifice can hide themselves, and he can also temporarily escape, making this monster with low intelligence lose its target, but if you are unlucky, this

If the flesh and blood monster also likes to devour magic weapons, judging from the speed at which it corrodes the magic weapons, this method is probably not reliable.

As for the third-level non-standard talisman in the storage bag, the Raging Sea Prisoner's Talisman, although it can create chaos in a large area, it requires a prefecture level to cast it.

No, we can't leave. Jiang Feng put an end to this unrealistic idea. With the blood oath he had made before, from the perspective of sticking to the Taoist heart, there was no way to avoid this matter. Therefore, he put down the residual thoughts in his heart and walked straight there.

This book of inheritance of the Ice Desolate Snow Maiden is in front of you, with your left hand on top.

At the moment of contact, a pure and cold energy swam out from Jiang Feng's body and condensed into a ball of silver-white and gold-embedded light in the air. The light quickly spread in the air and turned into the ice wilderness in the portrait.

The appearance of a snow girl.

"Well done!" She glanced at Jiang Feng and pointed her right hand into the air. The ripples of silver light seemed to be connected to an inexplicable existence.

A white arm stretched out in the air, followed by a body, then a golden head, and a handsome and evil face. Although the appearance had changed a lot, Jiang Feng could still easily recognize the person who came, it was Feng Jiming.

That young monk, Matthew asked for help in the name of a member of his own family, but was actually not.

The aura of a Xuan-level monk.

Jiang Feng felt the aura fluctuations on the opponent's body and roughly determined that his cultivation level should be close to the Xuan-level perfection, but the intensity of his spiritual power was far greater than his own.

"We meet again, Master Jiang." Feng Jiming smiled slightly and looked around, pausing for a moment on Mattaiji's flesh and blood and Jiang Feng, and then looked at the book of inheritance on the altar.

"Your plan is good. Now I have completed my blood oath."

Now that the afterimage of the Snow Maiden has pulled Feng Jiming here, coupled with Ma Taiji's strange changes, Jiang Feng already knew in his heart that Feng Jiming was a trap set by the Snow Maiden in the Ice Desolation early in the morning, or in other words, before exploring the ruins, she

In fact, he had partially escaped and used this new body to regain some of his strength. The rest was just to enter the ruins and get back what originally belonged to him.

"Of course, Master Jiang did not disappoint me. I was also lucky. Among the many monks, he was the first to find my inheritance book. How about it? Are you interested in this book?"

"No." Jiang Feng had glanced at the book of inheritance opened by the male cultivator of Tianli Sect before. As he said, it was all water skills, which were useless to him, but to Yu Xiaoman, who had the water skill, it was like

It's a great treasure, but it's a pity that this thing cannot be taken away. Moreover, if the words on the title page are true, it seems that the sacrifice required is quite large.

"Can you lift the curse for me?"

"Ha, it turns out that Head Jiang has already noticed it, but it can't be done yet."

"Why?"

"You still have to help me regain my former dominance after I get out of trouble."

"What Tyranny?" Jiang Feng was a little confused.

"Give me the position of head of Qianshan Sect." A smile appeared on Feng Jiming's face, "Although I can take it directly, but before I fully recover my strength, I don't want to violate those old immortal decisions yet.

The rules have caused unnecessary trouble. After I regain the territory I ruled and revive our clan, I will erect a merit monument for you."

"This is impossible!"

As the head of the Qianshan Sect, Jiang Feng could not give up his position to the other party for no reason. Although the sect had little output and was almost always a drag on him, he believed that long-term investment would definitely bring rewards, and

, nearly three years of governance have made him deeply attached to this land.

"No, no, no, it's too early to say anything, Master Jiang, don't refuse so quickly!"

Feng Jiming's right hand suddenly spread out, and four half-foot-long bone spurs suddenly formed between his fingers. They shot out instantly like lightning and pierced into Jiang Feng's body. The force of the force dragged his whole body into the air and nailed him to the ground.

On top of the cold stone wall.

"Nothing is impossible in this world. Do you lament that my strength has risen so quickly? There is nothing wrong with following me. Maybe in the near future, this kind of opportunity to kneel down and worship will be rare."

The distance between the two was too close, and Feng Jiming's attack was too fast. The bone spurs were filled with paralyzing venom. Jiang Feng felt that everything in his body seemed to be out of touch with his body. Only his mind was still clear.

"Don't hinder me. As the person who voluntarily surrendered to me as the leader, I will let you live a few more years, so that you can write a few more words on the merit monument."

The spiritual power cannot be used at all, and the bone spurs are too weird.

Feng Jiming's right hand was floating on the book of inheritance, and a silvery white light flashed in his hand. When spiritual power was injected into it, the book quickly turned the pages, and the two originally closed pages also unfolded.

"Dedicate everything and take on a new life, Yuanchu, you actually never forget your theory of Comparison and Qi Guan Dan. It's a pity, it's lamentable, it's ridiculous. When you set up a plan to forcibly fuse with me, why didn't you follow this?"

His figure became illusory and no longer real, floating in the air. More brilliance poured out of his body, immersing his whole body in the mist that condensed the brilliance into a liquid-like mist.

A foot long pale bone wing, and on his arm, more white bones appeared, condensed into ferocious bone spurs, which were exactly the abilities he gained after fusing the demon bones.

"It's time. This skeleton armor is something that belongs to me only after you and I merge. Since I need to sacrifice everything, then this thing must be returned to you, Yuanchu, from now on we have nothing to do with each other!"

The pale bone wings detached from his back, and the ferocious bone spurs were also suspended in the air. Even the four bone spurs that penetrated Jiang Feng's body suddenly lost their spirituality. Jiang Feng twisted his body, and the bone spurs came out.

The light gathered together and merged with the bones around Feng Jiming. At the same time, the fluctuations in his spiritual energy decreased, and his cultivation seemed to have dropped a lot.

"Goodbye!" Floating in mid-air, he stretched out his hands and pressed towards the book of inheritance.

Snapped!

Before he could press his hands, a figure suddenly flew over and hit Feng Jiming, who was floating in the air. The figure was alternately virtual and real. The white bone armor that had fallen off was scattered by the force and splashed to the ground.

The material is very good and there is no damage at all.

"who?"

Feng Jiming staggered when the ceremony was forcibly interrupted. The originally illusory figure became real. He turned his head and glared angrily at the flying figure. It was a monk with blood on his face.

Black flowers and red robes? Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the ground and taking pills to recover from his injuries, recognized at a glance that this person was the male cultivator from Tianlimen who had escaped before.

A figure with broad shoulders appeared at the entrance of the cave covered with broken tentacles. He had a white cape, black python leather armor, and the cape fluttering behind his back. He was Chu Anlan, an earth-level monk from Li Sect.

Feng Jiming stood up and loosened his injured shoulder. The skeletal armor on the ground moved in response and regrouped around him, turning into bone wings and spikes again. The inheritance ceremony was interrupted.

I plan to donate this armor back to Venerable Yuan Chu and make it his personal property again.

"You are not a monk who entered the valley." Chu Anlan said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Feng Jiming's momentum rose slightly. His cultivation level, which had dropped due to the ceremony, was recovering quickly, but he still had not reached the level of the Earth.

"In that case, let's rely on our strength!" Chu Anlan had a crimson thin sword in his hand, and he rushed over like a mountain, with an unstoppable momentum.

Clang!

The thin sword hit the huge pale bone spur, and the two collided head-on. Chu Anlan's body quickly ignited with blue electric light. The electric light spread to Feng Jiming like a snake, and he couldn't help but

He took a few steps back and almost reached the cold stone wall.

In terms of strength, he was no match for Chu Anlan. Moreover, there was also the swimming lightning, and a bone spur on Feng Jiming's arm suddenly bent and broke, and bounced towards Chu Anlan who was nearby.

Ding!

A blue ice disk appeared out of thin air beside Chu Anlan. The translucent ice disk blocked the flying bone spurs. The two collided together, and one after another their spiritual energy was lost and they fell to the ground.

"die!"

Several strands of red silk threads swayed from Chu Anlan's red magic sword. The threads seemed to be carrying pure energy and were quickly twisted into a thicker thread. As Chu Anlan pushed his opponent away, they formed a

The blood-red ring swung towards Feng Jiming.

With the help of bone wings, Feng Jiming's body was forced to move, avoiding the red ring containing strange power. The latter hit the cold stone wall, causing debris to fly, but the ring did not dissipate.

The elastic reflection shrunk a bit, and then he rushed towards Feng Jiming who was hiding aside.

During the gap between Feng Jiming's dodge, multiple bone spurs quickly condensed between the fingers of his hands. They were larger and thicker than the bone spurs that attacked Jiang Feng before. He left one behind and threw the others straight towards Chu Anlan, while the bone spurs in his hands were swung towards Chu Anlan.

That red ring.

Click!

The two dissipated at the same time, turning into pure energy and dissipating in the air. The bone spurs he threw towards his opponent were also blocked by the aqua blue ice disks that suddenly appeared, preventing him from getting close.

Feng Jiming's aura was a little erratic. Although the two had not yet decided the winner, he was still at a slight disadvantage because his cultivation level was one level lower. If his opponent was only at the Xuan level, even if he was not a fifth-level scum like Jiang Feng, he would be completely defeated.

It can be crushed, but it is quite difficult for him to deal with earth-level monks.

He decisively took out a small black axe, holding it in his right hand. Spiritual power suddenly appeared in his five fingers, and he poured all his strength into the axe. The color of the axe became deeper and darker, as if it could absorb the surrounding environment.

In the light, he moved quickly and rushed towards Chu Anlan, slashing hard beside him!

A long and narrow arc-shaped gap appeared out of thin air, and everything around it seemed to be attracted by it, constantly being dragged into the gap that didn't know where it was leading.

Chu Anlan's eyes changed slightly, and ice crystals condensed on his side. Countless ice crystals, large or small, mixed with his surging spiritual power, rushed towards the crack, and at the same time, with the rebound of spiritual power, he quickly escaped from the small piece of strange ice.

Chaotic area.

All the ice dissipated invisible, and even the spiritual energy nearby became much thinner. Feng Jiming stepped forward, approached Chu Anlan again, and waved his hand again.

Chu Anlan has recognized that this is a magical weapon that can forcibly break open space. All objects will be swallowed up by the space gap it opens and dissipate into nothingness, including life.

But he already had an idea.

He threw an iron ball full of spikes, and at the same time, the magic sword in his hand waved out a few rays of red light. The red light quickly wrapped around the iron ball, driving the iron ball to fly towards the stone wall near him.

Click! Click! Click!

The iron ball seemed to be a kind of magic weapon. Driven by the red light, a large number of stone chips of different shapes flew around, making the place a mess. The gap in the space that Feng Jiming had just cut absorbed a large number of scattered stones.
To be continued...