No one would have thought that Jiang Feng's move could be so powerful.

The bald spirit saw the opportunity quickly. Seeing Jiang Feng's move was extremely powerful, he didn't think about resisting at all. He jumped straight and avoided Jiang Feng's attack.

but......

Following the bald spirit, the remaining few big spirits were directly cut into two by Jiang Feng's move.

The blood instantly dyed the ground red.

When Tu Ling saw it, he looked shocked: "What kind of move is this? Why is it so powerful? Your realm is just the sixth level of the Ancestral God Realm. Why... why can you kill so many of my companions with it with just one move?"

The realm of these people is not low!

Seeing that Jiang Feng didn't want to answer his meaning, and the other party seemed not to be ready to let him go, Tu Ling gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "It seems that I have to take out my treasure!"

While speaking, Bald Ling pulled out a feather.

When Jiang Feng saw this feather, his eyes became sharper.

Because I am so familiar with this feather! Because I once had one!

Jiang Feng asked in a deep voice: "Where did you come from?"

This feather is nothing else, it is the feather on the body of the sacred bird of the Nan Lingling Lord. The rhythm and fluctuations of the flame elements above it cannot be concealed no matter how you hide it.

Tu Ling did not answer Jiang Feng's words. He pinched the feather and said coldly: "You can't control it. Today is your death!"

After saying that, Tu Ling threw the feather out directly.

The feathers were flying lightly in the air at first, and there was no idea where a hurricane came from. Then the feathers flew up and down, and finally a red light flashed above them, and a huge phantom of a divine bird emerged from the feathers.

Then, the phantom gradually turned into solidification, and the divine bird, Suzaku, stared at Jiang Feng with his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the divine bird made a sharp cry, and it spread its huge wings and hit Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng controlled the giant sword in the air, and then slashed hard at the Suzaku in front of him.

But... Zhuque just waved his wings, and the phantom of the giant sword turned into crystal fragments.

And the shadow of the Vermillion Bird showed no sign of weakening at all.

It continued to pounce on Jiang Feng, and it seemed that it was preparing to burn Jiang Feng directly to ashes.

At this critical moment, Jiang Feng finally stopped hiding.

He took out the hand mold, then frantically poured the spiritual energy into it, and then Jiang Feng waved the hand mold and sucked at the Vermilion Bird.

Bang!

Only a loud noise was heard, and the Vermilion Bird was thrust into the head by a hand the size of a house.

Then the Vermilion Bird was thrust without saying a word, and was sobbed that it flew to the side.

Finally, the shadow of the Vermillion Bird gradually disappeared in the air. Then, the feather appeared again in front of everyone. Then a ball of fire appeared from the feather, and the feather turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.

Jiang Feng put away the hand mold.

A fearful expression also appeared on his face.

It was too dangerous just now. He really couldn't have imagined that the other party had such a treasure.

Looking at the bald spirit again, I was also shocked at this time.

He stared at Jiang Feng and murmured: "This... is impossible! It's impossible! The power of this treasure can easily kill the eighth-grade master of the Ancestral God Realm, but... how can you..."
Chapter completed!