Lan Feng, who was sitting on the bow of the ship, saw that no one was making any movement, so he raised his big foot and stepped down. After a while, the warship shook, then several rotations slowly became smaller, and it turned into a gray light that disappeared between the eyebrows.
Traces...
After taking back the warship, Lanfeng's body obviously felt extremely weak. With his current level of cultivation, he still couldn't use the warship to fight the enemy as he wished.
Therefore, after taking back the warship, Lan Feng turned around and walked away, not wanting to stay here any longer.
At this moment, Ye Lingyun suddenly called out, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment." She fluttered and flew towards Lan Feng.
At the same time, Zhang Yajing, who had been standing coldly, also moved and flew towards Lan Feng, appearing on both sides of Lan Feng at the same time as Ye Lingyun.
"Haha... Is it possible that my sister really likes this young boy?" Ye Lingyun looked at Zhang Yajing with charming eyes and smiled coquettishly.
Zhang Yajing was unmoved, she just stared at Lan Feng and asked, "Does your Excellency have anything to do with my Tianxuan Sect? I can feel a familiar smell on you, even in the flames of the war just now."
, you used the magic technique that I taught Jiugongbu, which made me even more confused."
Hearing this, Ye Lingyun was stunned, looked back at Zhang Yajing, and then looked back at Lan Feng, wanting to hear what Lan Feng had to say.
Lanfeng glanced at the two women, smiled, and said softly, "There is nothing to say. The good-hearted old man and the inner demon old man in your sect are both my masters, that's all."
"What? They are all your masters."
The two girls, Zhang Yajing and Ye Lingyun, glanced at Lanfeng, their beautiful eyes widened, and they said in unison in disbelief.
Lan Feng smiled slightly, but did not reply. He continued talking on the spot and then disappeared.
"The Magical Art of Nine Thousand Miles of Demonic Thought."
Seeing Lan Feng using his escape technique, Ye Lingyun blurted out that the Nine Thousand Miles of Demonic Mind was the magic formula that made the old man the inner demon famous. Although not many people in the Tianmo Sect knew about it, core disciples like Ye Lingyun still knew about it.
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Ye Lingyun was stunned for a while, but then she seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly laughed, looked at Zhang Yajing with a provocation, and said with a smile, "Sister, you saw it just now, young man
This is my Heavenly Demon Sect’s Nine Thousand Miles Divine Art of Demonic Thought, and he can now be regarded as a disciple of our Heavenly Demon Sect.”
"Not necessarily." Zhang Yajing said coldly, and her figure swayed, and the light flew away from the void, without returning to the school.
Ye Lingyun snorted, followed by her little feet, and wandered into the void. Everyone left behind looked suspicious and confused, and none of them heard what Lan Feng and the other three said.
There is a hillside outside the city. The hillside is shrouded in darkness and appears dark and invisible. It is quiet everywhere and there is no living thing.
After half a moment like this, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the night, and that ray of light suddenly revealed a figure in the darkness.
Through the darkness of the night, it could be seen that the man was a young man, or because of the darkness of the night, Lan Feng's face looked very pale, without a trace of blood.
Landing on the hillside, Lan Feng immediately shrouded his consciousness to the outside world. When he saw no one, he breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he relaxed, he felt the blood flowing back from his body, and he couldn't help spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. In the battle with Mo Yundong, he had obviously suffered terrible injuries.
But in the crowd outside the courtyard gate, he suppressed it forcefully, not letting others see his injured appearance. Perhaps it was for this reason that at the end, he just had a brief conversation with Ye Lingyun and Zhang Yajing, and then left in a hurry.
, don’t want to stay any longer.
"Let's recover from the injury here." Lanfeng muttered to himself, then sat down and entered a kind of mindless practice, slowly recovering from the injury.
This night was destined to be uneventful. Lanfeng killed Mo Yundong in a battle at the courtyard gate. Although it happened in the evening when the night was quietly falling, the news spread like a ghost in the night.
, so the whole Yujing was shaken.
The Netherworld Ghost Sect's office in Yujing City is located in a gorgeous neighborhood in the west of the city, where there is a majestic manor villa.
The villa was originally peaceful and elegant, shrouded in a strong aura, but now it had an oppressive aura. Suddenly, a towering magic light soared into the sky from the tallest building in the manor.
"If you dare to hurt my son, I will kill him..."
After the magic light rolled around, a heart-rending roar sounded, followed by a loud thunderous noise. It was obvious that the big man in the building was extremely angry and was smashing something.
Then, one after another, the demonic shadows in the manor were seen flickering and lighting up, flying towards the outside of the garden.
In another manor not far away, compared to this manor, it seemed quiet for a long time. People in the manor fell asleep quietly, or hid in the caves they created in the garden to practice and improve their cultivation.
They seemed indifferent to the activities in the Netherworld Ghost Sect Manor not far away.
However, an immortal spiritual stone lamp was always on in a palace in the garden. Under this hazy light, Ye Lingyun stood aside with some conscientiousness, not daring to look directly at the middle-aged man directly opposite the palace.
After Ye Lingyun told the leader of Tianmo Sect everything about the courtyard gate, the middle-aged sect leader fell into a terrible silence.
"Yun'er, you go down first." After a long time, the middle-aged sect leader said slowly, as if his words were deliberately suppressed, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
"It's Master." Ye Lingyun behaved like a good girl in front of the middle-aged sect leader, obeying her words and not daring to have any wrong thoughts. She swayed, turned into a flash of light and disappeared in the hall.
After Ye Lingyun left, the middle-aged sect leader looked back and made two false gestures with his big hand. Several rays of light flashed brightly, and then were urged by him to fly out of the hall.
After a while, several rays of light in the hall lit up again, and those few rays of light swirled around the middle-aged sect leader, revealing several figures.
In Yujing City, the demonic path is entrenched in the west of the city, while the ten major sects of the righteous path that confront the demonic path have settled in the east of the city.
In the Tianxuan Sect's manor in the east of the city, Zhang Yajing told the master about Lan Feng and then got up and returned to the school. As for what was going on in the teaching, Zhang Yajing was not concerned about it. It was none of her own business.
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Lan Feng fell on the hillside outside the city. After he fell into the dust-free practice, his whole body was accompanied by wisps of gray light, and the shadow of the nine dragons in the gray light groaned lowly.
After half an hour of this, Lan Feng's eyes blinked in the night, and he opened his eyes. There was a trace of fatigue on his face, and he was deep in thought.
Suddenly, a look of madness appeared on Lan Feng's face. He took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic mood, and once again entered the dust-free and thoughtless cultivation.
The difference is that Lanfeng is not running the God-defying Cultivation Art to repair his injured body, but is practicing another mental method. The injury he suffered was given by Dutian Shensha Banner. This important treasure is worthy of being the treasure of the Netherworld Ghost Sect.
It does have its strengths.
Although the halo of Dantian in Lanfeng's body can suppress the evil spirit, it cannot be eradicated. It is like the evil spirit invaded Lanfeng's body, but merged with his body, eliminated it and regenerated.
Lan Feng didn't know if this was the Netherworld Ghost Sect that was playing tricks on them, using their spiritual thoughts to control the evil energy in his body, and could even find his whereabouts through this wisp of evil energy.
Thinking of this, Lan Feng became extremely anxious. He was eager to improve his cultivation and break the time bomb in his body.
So he turned his attention to the ancient mental method Qinglong Zhenjue that he had never practiced. This mental method was left by Long Xiaotian, but Lan Feng had been feeling lost these days, or when he thought of this mental method, he
I couldn't help but think about those people in Bei Mingtian.
There is a trace of resistance in the mind and he is unwilling to practice. As for the unbearable pain caused by letting the Heaven-defying Cultivation Art swallow up the ancient mental skills to improve his cultivation, Lan Feng has already thought about it.
Now that his own cultivation has reached the half-step of the Great Innate Realm, the halo of Dantian in his body is extremely powerful, and there is no problem in swallowing an ancient mental technique. Even if he is injured a little, it is not a big deal.
As for what Long Xiaotian said, the mysteries of ancient mental methods are much more mysterious than those of ancient martial arts. Lanfeng didn't believe it at all. On this point, he was a little biased towards his sister Yuncai, the invincible heavenly king in ancient times.
And exist.
After deciding on his master, Lan Feng shook the blood map out of his body and let it be guarded outside his body. He silently operated according to the method of Qinglong Zhenjue.
After two hours passed like this, Lan Feng could see wisps of green light appearing all over his body. Those green lights were like dragons wandering around him. But as soon as the green light appeared, the halo of his dantian that had been suppressing the evil spirit of the gods was revealed.
, human-like eyes
Opening the eyes, looking at the little cyan dragon in the sea of consciousness, it was like seeing some delicious food. The halo in the Dantian made saliva flow. With a shake, the entire sea of consciousness was covered with gray light, and it shrank little by little, covering the little cyan dragon.
Got up.
After the halo of Dantian in Lanfeng's body turned his strategic attention to the little blue dragon, the evil energy in his body came out and was quickly sensed by the people of the Netherworld Ghost Sect in Yujing City.
The people from the Netherworld Ghost Sect, who had been rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the city looking for Lan Feng, suddenly looked out of the city at this moment.
However, after the evil spirit appeared on one side, it disappeared immediately.
"It was shattered by the shock? What kind of skill is this? It's so powerful."
The evil spirit disappeared. In a cave deep in the Netherworld Ghost Sect's manor, an old man opened his eyes in deep thought. His old eyes seemed to be able to see out of the city through the endless void.
"Ouch...ouch...hiss..."
On the hillside outside the city, under the quiet night, suddenly there were sounds of dragons and swords, and these sounds swayed out with a vast atmosphere.
"Buzzing..." Then bursts of strong wind began to fly wildly.
Looking from a distance, I saw a little light shining on the hillside in the night. The misty wind shrouded in the light, the body was constantly trembling, and the person was in endless pain. (To be continued.)