A few days later, Feng Fan's lost spiritual consciousness had been completely restored, so he collected the Five Elements Xuanmeng Formation and set out on the road again. After walking for dozens of miles, Feng Fan suddenly felt a powerful spiritual consciousness coming over him, causing him to have a seizure.
An extremely depressing feeling, as if I can't breathe.
"A monk at the initial level in the early stage of Dacheng!" Feng Fan's heart sank, and his mind immediately flashed the idea of using his spiritual consciousness to pressure himself on the cultivation level of the monk. This person should be one of the monks who came to Zihong Immortal Mansion to hunt for treasure this time.
He has been firmly focused on himself. If this person has bad intentions and you don't mind killing him, his body can be given to the Lone Soul Corpse King to live in, and his soul can be refined into a high-level violent ghost. Feel that feeling
The powerful consciousness was getting closer and closer to him, Feng Fan did not panic, but stopped and waited quietly.
After a while, a group of brown light appeared on the ground in the distance. The group of light moved rapidly like lightning, and in a very short period of time, it reached a dozen feet in front of Feng Fan.
The brown light dissipated, revealing the face of a middle-aged monk. This man's face was handsome and elegant, and his eyes were as deep as stars. He seemed to be able to see everything in the world. There was a flying dragon embroidered on the brown coat, and he exuded an indescribable aura.
An aggressive attitude.
"Are you one of the treasure hunters this time?" The brown-clothed monk glanced at Feng Fan, who had not driven out any ghosts, with a look of contempt on his face.
"So what?" Feng Fan replied coldly.
"Leave the jade slip that entered the Purple Rainbow Immortal Mansion, and I will let you leave safely." Seeing Feng Fan's indifferent expression, which seemed to show no fear at all, the brown-clothed monk suppressed the anger in his heart, and his eyes flashed with anger.
With a little murderous intention, he dropped a cold word.
"Hey, you think you can do whatever you want just because you are a high-level monk?" Feng Fan sneered and mocked.
"Boy, you are looking for death!" The clear face of the brown-clothed monk suddenly became distorted, and his murderous words echoed in Feng Fan's ears. Feng Fan stopped talking, and with a thought, the Lone Soul Corpse King suddenly appeared in front of him.
"No wonder you are so arrogant. You relied on this ghost. You didn't expect that a young monk in the alchemy stage would actually have such a thing as the Lone Soul Corpse King, and it would be the Lone Soul Corpse King in the Dacheng Stage! It's a pity that not only will he die today, but the Lone Soul will also die."
The Corpse King is also going to change hands!" The aura emanating from the humanoid puppet that appeared in sight made the brown-clothed monk's expression change slightly at first, and then he seemed to have remembered something, and his expression became surprised.
After all, the Lone Soul Corpse King is a rarer thing than a ruthless ghost. If you subdue and refine this ghost, it will be equivalent to having an extra clone with the same cultivation level as yourself, which will greatly increase its power when fighting against the enemy.
Therefore, any monk who encounters such things as the Lone Soul Corpse King and ruthless ghosts will feel greedy.
As for the idea that the monk who can possess this ghost object may have a special identity or ability, the brown-clothed monk has long forgotten it. And even though the lone corpse king is at the same level as him, the ghost is still a ghost after all.
The spiritual intelligence is definitely not as good as that of human monks, so the brown-clothed monks are confident that they can subdue this ghost by relying on the treasures they possess. As for the opponents in the alchemy stage who control this ghost, they can simply ignore it.
Feng Fan moved his left hand slightly, and a heaven-level silver light shield talisman was held in his hand. Facing such a powerful opponent, coupled with the experience of fighting against the lonely soul in the past few days, Feng Fan did not dare to be confident in the slightest.
The brown-clothed monk sneered and disappeared like a ghost.
Feng Fan slapped the talisman in his hand towards his body, and a silver light shield immediately appeared around his body. The arms of the Lone Soul Corpse King in front of Feng Fan shook rapidly, and a black shield and short sword ancient treasure appeared at the same time. The shield blocked the Lone Soul Corpse King.
In front of the king, the short sword was directly held in the hand of the Lone Soul Corpse King.
The brown-clothed monk suddenly appeared next to Feng Fan after taking a breath, with a strong murderous intent on his face. He flicked his left hand at Feng Fan, and a white light shot out with a chirp.
Feng Fan looked intently and saw a flying sword made of true energy piercing the silver light shield. After the flying sword hit the light shield, the light shield trembled violently. Although the flying sword turned invisible in the end,
The light shield was still intact, and Feng Fan was also shocked. It seemed that the attack of the Dacheng-level monks was really powerful. If he hadn't relied on the heaven-level defensive talisman, he would have died just now.
Feeling the true energy fluctuations in the light shield around Feng Fan's body, the brown-clothed monk knew that it was a heaven-level talisman, and there was a hint of surprise on his face. A monk in the early initial level of the alchemy actually possessed such a talisman.
The monk in brown clothes couldn't believe it.
The scimitar in the hand of the Lone Soul Corpse King backhand slashed at the brown-clothed monk. The brown-clothed monk retreated violently and avoided the attack of the scimitar. Then he raised his right hand, pointed at the scimitar in the hand of the Lone Soul Corpse King, and fired another
The sword energy shot out. With a "clang" sound, the sword energy hit the scimitar and disappeared instantly. However, the Lone Soul Corpse King's arm trembled slightly, as if the sword energy was extremely powerful.
The brown-clothed monk made a seal with his hands, and bursts of green energy surged around his body. The green energy turned into a closed blue light curtain, completely covering it. After setting up the true energy shield, the brown-clothed monk used two-hand magic
The formula changed, and a huge ball of red and yellow flames suddenly appeared.
The brown-clothed monk flicked his hands towards the earth, and the flames hit the earth. In an instant, countless huge flames formed in front of the brown-clothed monk. The brown-clothed monk pointed at the flames in front of him, and countless flames came out one after another.
He came out and rushed towards Lone Soul Corpse King and Feng Fan crazily.
The Lone Soul Corpse King pointed at the shield in front of him, and the black light on the shield suddenly swelled. The fire lang hit the giant shield, and shocking spiritual energy surged out. Part of the residual power hit the silver light around Feng Fan's body.
The shield was closed, causing the silver light shield to tremble slightly. After countless flames turned invisible, the humanoid puppet inhabited by the Lone Soul Corpse King took a few steps back, and the ancient black shield treasure in front of him also shrank a lot.
The brown-clothed monk laughed ferociously, waved his hands, and a cloud of white mist surged out, quickly covering the Lone Soul Corpse King in it. The Lone Soul Corpse King wielded his scimitar and attacked the white mist, which seemed to be effortless.
The brown-clothed monk swiped his index finger with his left thumb, then flicked his index finger, and a drop of blood flew out. After the blood entered the white mist, the brown-clothed monk opened his mouth and blew out a breath of essence into the white mist, and then recited a difficult and difficult to understand poem.
Spell.
As the brown-clothed monk spoke, several strange runes flew out and merged into the white mist within a breath. The white mist suddenly became extremely thick, gradually surrounding the Lone Soul Corpse King.
The movements of the inner lone soul zombie king became slower, and in a very short period of time, the white mist turned into ice, sealing the lone soul zombie king within it.
The brown-clothed monk just cast a strange spell called "Freezing", which is a high-level spell that can trap the opponent in a limited area, making the opponent unable to attack or leave that area. But this
This spell cannot prevent some of the defenses used by the opponent, such as the light shield made of true energy shields and talismans, and the opponent's spiritual attacks. The ice sealing spell has no hindering effect on the attacks issued by the caster, which can be regarded as the magic of this spell.
place.
However, this spell consumes a lot of real energy, is only effective against opponents of the same level or lower levels, and cannot freeze the opponent's real energy and spiritual consciousness. Therefore, this spell is not considered a super-level spell, but can only be regarded as a high-level spell.
In addition to consuming blood and essence, this kind of spell also requires special spells. Just now, I saw Feng Fan driving out a lone soul corpse king with the same level of cultivation as him, and he still wanted to kill Feng Fan. He relied on this kind of spell.
Secret technique.
This spell consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness and true energy, and it takes a month of practice before it can be restored to its original state. I just saw Feng Fan driving out a lone soul corpse king with the same level of cultivation as him, and he still wanted to kill Feng Fan. He relied on this
Secret technique.
This spell consumes a lot of spiritual energy and real energy, and it takes a month of practice before it can return to its original state. In order to end this fight as soon as possible, the brown-clothed monk did not hesitate to use this extremely consuming spell. Although the brown-clothed monk cast this secret
After the attack, his true energy seemed to be extremely consumed, and his face looked sluggish, but when he looked at Feng Fan, he actually showed a malicious smile.
Seeing that the Lone Soul Corpse King, who had the same level of cultivation as his opponent, was actually frozen, Feng Fan was shocked. He flipped his hand over, and a Bone Shield Heaven-level Talisman appeared in his hand. The brown-clothed monk looked at Feng Fan.
His expression was full of ridicule. Even though the real energy consumption was huge at this time, the brown-clothed monk boasted that he was still able to deal with a monk in the alchemy stage.
The brown-clothed monk moved his right hand slightly, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared. After a huge amount of flames poured in, the flame turned into a red fire dragon. The fire dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, lifelike.
"Go." As the brown-clothed monk whispered, the fire dragon rushed towards Feng Fan. After encountering the silver mask, the fire dragon plunged in. A rapid dull sound lingered in Feng Fan's ears, and the fierceness of the silver mask
The trembling made Feng Fan's complexion change slightly.
"Boy, when that turtle shell bursts, it's the time of your death. I will definitely not let you die too quickly. I will slowly drain your soul and refine your soul, haha..." the brown-clothed monk threatened.
His words echoed around, with a hint of ferocity on his face, and he burst into laughter at the end of the sentence.
"That's not necessarily the case." As the cold words came out of Feng Fan's mouth, Feng Fan raised his left hand, and a white bone shield immediately appeared in front of him. Then he flipped his right hand, and a small black flag appeared in his hand.
With the injection of Feng Fan's true energy, the small black flags rose sharply, exuding a shocking evil spirit. And as Feng Fan waved the violent ghost flag, eight humanoid puppets appeared in front of Feng Fan's body.
"Violent ghost flags! Violent ghosts at the peak level in the early stage of Dacheng and the peak level in the late Nascent Soul stage!" Seeing the scenes that had just happened, the brown-clothed monk had an expression of disbelief on his face and his voice was trembling.
"Who are you?!" Seeing the endless treasures on Feng Fan's body, the brown-clothed monk's face became extremely ugly, as if he suddenly had an epiphany, and he couldn't help asking tremblingly. At this time, the fire dragon had defeated the silver
The light shield defended, then hit the bone shield, and disappeared after a stalemate for a breath.