Changsun Xiang, who has merged with the Bone of the Witch God, has indeed become very strong, and exaggeratedly so.
Every move and every move was blessed by a wisp of power from the Dark Witch God. No wonder he killed those desolate spirits as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
However, he was still too confident.
Ordinary spirits of desolation are indeed no longer a threat to him, but those giant spirits of desolation have not only grown in size.
The desolate energy they condense is more condensed, and the rules of desolation are more advanced.
After all, Changsun Xiang was just a dabbler. He just relied on the divine power in the Bones of the Witch God. He might be able to deal with one or two giant desolate spirits, but because of his high-profile actions, he caused a dozen giant desolate spirits around him.
Siege of the Spirit.
His end was undoubtedly tragic.
Because he was destined to suffer hatred here before he could go out to the outside world to act arrogantly.
"Damn damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Changsun Xiang's expression has changed from arrogant and proud at the beginning to restless.
With his current strength, he even obtained the Bones of the Dark Witch God. As long as he left here, he could naturally become the leader of the Dark Witch Clan.
But now...
Faced with the siege of more than a dozen giant desolate spirits, Changsun Xiang began to seem a little unable to stand alone.
boom!
With a loud noise, a desolate spirit smashed the dark armor around Chang Sunxiang with one punch. The desolate energy invaded his body and made him tremble.
Although he could use the power of darkness contained in the Bones of the Witch God to force out the desolate energy, after all, he had just integrated the Bones of the Witch God not long ago and had not yet mastered the method of distraction.
In other words, since he used the Bones of the Witch God to heal his wounds, his attacks were naturally weakened and he could no longer pose a threat to the Desolation Spirit.
If he continues to attack with the Bone of the Witch God, the desolate energy in his body will naturally corrode his internal organs, causing him to gradually lose his ability to fight.
In other words, no matter what he chooses, in the end, there is only a dead end.
"No!"
Changsun Xiang roared like a trapped beast.
He originally had a bright future, but he finally obtained the Bones of the Witch God, and he could even become a peerless monster superior to Duan Lingtian.
But now, do you want to die here like this?
He is not willing to give in!
Changsun Xiang kept attacking like crazy, and the Dark King Faxiang behind him kept waving the blade of darkness in his hand, splitting the desolate spirits in half.
Unfortunately, everything is in vain.
A group of desolate spirits were strangled, and soon, another group of desolate spirits came one after another, swarming in.
What he will face is an endless battle.
This is why Ling Feng endured great pain and refined the desolate energy.
He knew that no matter how strong he was, facing the desolate spirits of the entire world, there was only one way to die.
As the saying goes: If you can't beat it, join it!
Of course, not everyone can do this.
The body of chaos gave Ling Feng unique abilities. If it were anyone else, he really wouldn't be able to refine the desolate energy.
After all, once this kind of power enters the body, it will begin to corrode the internal organs, turning all vitality and flesh and blood into waste.
Introducing the desolate air into the body is equivalent to committing suicide!
"It looks like it's going to be over soon."
Looking at Zhang Sunxiang's dying struggle, Ling Feng smiled coldly.
Indeed, Chang Sun Xiang, who has been fused with the Bone of the Witch God, is very strong. Even he is no match for him.
But one thing brings down another.
No matter how strong he was, he was still the one who survived in the end.
Amidst the unwilling roar, Changsun Xiang's vitality was passing away bit by bit.
Hysterical and full of despair.
Ling Feng shrugged, and he finally understood the matter of Sun Xiang.
As for the Bone of the Witch God...
Although Changsun Xiang's body was quickly corroded by the desolate air and turned into dust on the ground, the bones of the Witch God were preserved.
But those desolate spirits are still surrounding the surroundings, seeming to be swallowing up the power of darkness within them bit by bit.
Ye Yuanbo's eyes were also fixed on the Bone of the Witch God, and his eyes were blazing.
Obviously, he really wanted to take back the Bone of the Witch God.
But he knew better that once he rushed over, his end would be exactly the same as Changsun Xiang's.
"Okay, just take a look. If you really want to go there, I can't protect you."
Ling Feng shook his head and smiled. Not to mention them, even he didn't dare to go and get the Bone of the Witch God.
Although these desolate spirits have already regarded him as one of them by default, this does not mean that Ling Feng is the boss here and can take away the Bones of the Witch God from under the noses of those giant desolate spirits.
Ye Yuanbo and Ye Wushang both sighed. They were so emotional that they risked their lives to break into the Dark Soul Palace, but in the end, they didn't even get a hair.
"Let's go."
Ling Feng shrugged, his trip was worthwhile anyway.
As for the Bones of the Witch God, you can't force that kind of thing.
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With Ling Feng's aura of desolation covering his whole body, he could easily hide the spirits of desolation. The group of people returned the same way and soon arrived at the entrance where they originally entered.
After a while, several people found the teleportation circle. After a while of fumbling, they finally activated the magic circle.
"I can finally leave here."
Ye Wushang glanced at the desolate spirits floating around aimlessly in the distance, and finally a big stone fell in his heart.
Finally, I no longer have to worry and be cautious.
Ye Yuanbo was obviously not as relaxed as Ye Wushang looked.
This trip was originally to retrieve the remains of the ancestors and bring the bones of the Witch God back to the Dark Witch Clan.
As a result, the ancestor's body was destroyed by Chang Sunxiang, and the bones of the Witch God could not be brought out at all.
Not to mention, the dozen or so elite members of the Dark Witch Clan he brought with him also died tragically in the Soul Palace.
This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Dark Witch Clan.
Even I had an arm torn off.
But no matter what, he finally survived.
"Xian Nephew Ling Feng, thanks to you this time, I was able to get out alive."
Ye Yuanbo sighed softly and said slowly: "Although there is nothing gained from this trip, so I can't give you anything, but I will order someone to deliver the 10 billion yuan crystals I promised before when I return.
In your house."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Ling Feng smiled lightly. Compared with 10 billion yuan crystals, the biggest surprise is that he can advance to the first level in this place.
With a thought, Ling Feng took out a palm-sized golden ancient bell, muttered a few words, then strode to the teleportation array, smiled and said: "Okay, let's go back."
Ye Yuanbo and Ye Wushang both looked at Ling Feng strangely, and were a little curious when they saw the golden ancient clock in his hand.