A soft sound came out, and Qian Feng's body trembled suddenly, and an unbelievable look flashed in his eyes.
That flying sword pierced his throat straight to the bone!
"Let's attack together, he has many tricks, don't give him a chance!" Fu Changqing shouted, and at the same time pointed to control the flying sword.
Beside him, there are still dozens of flying swords lingering.
At this moment, these flying swords did not hold back at all, and they all flew in Qian Feng's direction.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
A series of sounds of flying swords piercing the body came and went, and Qian Feng's body was directly pierced into a sieve.
"Hehe, the old man is best at refining souls, but I want to see the difference between the souls of heavenly messengers and other people from the lower realms."
Among the suzerains, there was a thin old man with a rickety figure.
This skinny old man's face is extremely gloomy, and people will feel very uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts just by looking at it.
This person has an evil spirit from inside to outside.
I saw the thin old man stretch out his hand, and lightly hooked Qian Feng's body with his dark fingers.
Immediately, the mouth of Qian Feng's corpse opened, and a strand of emerald green soul popped out from inside.
The appearance of this soul is still Qian Feng, but it has a painful expression on its face. When it sees the thin old man, it is like seeing a tiger or a wild beast, and it turns around and prepares to flee back.
"With the soul in your hand, how could this old man let you go."
The thin old man talked to himself, ignoring Qian Feng's soul's clamor, and easily put his soul into a black urn.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were bursts of violent beating sounds from the urn, and then gradually began to subside.
The skinny old man frowned and said, "Didn't you think that you only lasted for such a short time? I thought people in the heavens would be different, so it turned out to be nothing more than that."
Qian Feng's breath could no longer be felt around.
This former academy genius completely died here.
This scene was all seen by Mr. Tian.
He was going to help, but he didn't expect Qian Feng to lose so quickly.
The main reason is that Qian Feng always brags about how powerful he is. Over time, Mr. Tian himself believed it.
Since Qian Feng dared to flaunt himself like this, it shows that he does have some skills.
However, contrary to Mr. Tian's expectations, Qian Feng is a waste.
Qian Feng was no match for this group of lower realm monks at all. Instead, he was easily defeated by the opponents and lost his life.
"Trash, a bunch of trash. Why did I believe in this trash and put myself in danger." Mr. Tian is too regretful now.
But now, he doesn't want to lose his life here in vain.
"Fu Qi!"
Mr. Tian directly sacrificed a talisman.
As soon as this talisman appeared, a dragon's roar burst out from it.
This is also a beast talisman.
What was sealed in it was not the soul of an ordinary monster, but a pure-blooded dragon.
The talismans written with the most quintessential blood of the dragon clan can contain extremely strong mana, and even faintly mixed with a trace of the soul pressure of the dragon clan during their lifetime.
With this coercion, the power of the talisman can be rapidly increased.
"No, he has other methods!" Seeing this scene, other lower realm monks couldn't help being shocked, and stepped forward to stop them.
However, this is the life-saving magic weapon that Tian Boyan left for Mr. Tian. How can it be so easy to break?
In an instant, the blood-red dragon soul came out of the talisman and broke through the barrier. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com