Although it is said that people in the Tianji Pavilion Dao Realm rarely divine secrets, there are still risks. Xu Feng is not willing to take risks when facing those immortals, so this puppet cannot be used again in the future.

And it cannot be destroyed or thrown away, it can only be kept in the storage space.

But Xu Feng didn't feel distressed at all.

Then, he thought again, and a light yellow jade slip appeared in his hand.

After pressing it between his eyebrows, a low-level spiritual power appeared in Xu Feng's mind.

"Haoran Yiqi Jue?"

This was the purple light that Shangguan Qingyu spat out at the end.

It penetrated the Yuanjing Puppet, which is as hard as an orange-level magic weapon, which shows how powerful it is.

Although the level of the orange-level magic weapon is not high, given its hardness and strength, even the peak of Yun Shen may not be able to penetrate it.

Of course, except for some special Yunshen monks, such as Xu Feng.

But Shangguan Qingyu is only at the fifth level of Yunshen. If Xu Feng can master this technique, it will be a powerful trump card.

The higher the level of magical power, the more powerful it is. The key lies in the person who uses it, and the timing and method of using it.

Let a child and an adult use a magical weapon, and the power will naturally vary greatly.

"Nurt a mighty Qi in the Yuanhai of Dantian, nourish it all the time, and cultivate it with every breath. It's like refining a sword of Yuanli. Once it comes out, it will kill. The longer it takes, the stronger its power will be."

"This is a good magical martial arts, and the colors of the Haoran Qi cultivated by different Yuanli qualities are also different, with purple being the strongest."

"Purple" Xu Feng pondered for a moment.

Even with Xu Feng's strength, he may only be able to cultivate a dark blue aura of awe-inspiring energy.

Because the quality of Yuan Li is the only criterion that determines the color of Yun Yang's awe-inspiring energy.

So how many people like Shangguan Qingyu are there in the Xuanmeng?

Is what they saw at the Devil's Edge all about them?

Xu Feng's eyes turned cold and he did not think about these things. His first goal was to kill all the guys who appeared near the devil!

Thinking of this, Xu Feng was slightly distracted and fell into memories.

"Senior brother? Senior brother"

In a desolate valley, seventy or eighty monks each had a terrible aura and were covered with injuries. Many of them looked pale and kept looking towards the entrance of the valley, as if they were afraid of something.

In the center of the crowd, Xu Feng was sitting cross-legged, with a huge wound on his chest and abdomen healing rapidly.

After being discovered by that group of people, although he tried his best to escape with these monks, he was still caught off guard by those weird and mysterious people.

Although this group of people is not very strong, they are extremely weird.

They possess a mysterious power that can cause the energy in his body to collapse from time to time.

However, as the strongest combat force, Xu Feng still did not give up hope of escaping with these people.

However, his precious healing time was interrupted by people's voices.

He opened his eyes gently, saw the young face in front of him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Wang Mu?"

The talented young man who was only a teenager but rushed to the battlefield at the Devil's Edge with enthusiasm looked hesitant, as if he had something he wanted to say but didn't dare to say it.

"Say." Seeing him like this, Xu Feng frowned slightly.

Wang Mu took a deep breath, leaned close to Xu Feng and whispered: "Brother, there is something I wanted to tell you since yesterday, but we have been busy escaping and have no time. And until now, I still feel a little incredible, so I didn't dare

Say it."

Xu Feng just looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Wang Mu bit his lip and smiled miserably: "Okay, whatever, I told you not to scold me. You also know that I am a genius, so I have the ability to remember photographs."

He glanced at the monks around him and his voice became lower and lower.

"Before the team set off, I carefully observed the elite players selected by the Xuan League. One of them was defeated by me in the Xuan League competition. He was the youngest person in the Xuan League team."

Xu Feng frowned slightly: "Are you talking about Shangguan Qingyu?"

Wang Mu nodded and licked his chapped lips: "Yes, senior brother, I am familiar with this person, so I remember him very clearly. He likes to touch his belly when he is in danger. It seems that he has some back-up tactics that he didn't use yesterday.

I recognized this person among the first group of people who chased us! Although they all wore black armor that blocked their spiritual consciousness! But I am sure that person is Shangguan Qingyu! There is no mistake!"

Xu Feng was shocked and his voice was trembling: "Are you sure?"

Wang Mu nodded heavily with a gloomy expression: "In addition to this action, there are also a few familiar details. I felt familiar at the time, but I didn't expect this aspect. Later, you almost hit the guy with a sword, and the guy...

I touched my belly.”

Xu Feng took a deep breath: "You must not tell anyone about this matter, do you understand?"

Wang Mu nodded, but his expression was full of disbelief: "But, senior brother, what should we do?"

Xu Feng's expression turned cold: "No matter who they are, kill them."

Wang Mu seemed a little relaxed for a moment, as if he had let go of the burden in his heart, and he smiled: "It feels much better to say it. This matter has made me choke."

Xu Feng rubbed his head: "You did a good job. You will observe them closely during the next journey and try to recall their identities. If you can identify just a few, tell me all of them."

Wang Mu smiled lazily: "I know, please heal your wounds quickly. I believe we will be able to go back alive, and then we can settle accounts with those guys!"

Xu Feng smiled slightly, then glared and said: "Recover your energy quickly!"

"Yes!" Wang Mu chuckled, sneaking towards Hua Banxia, ​​the pretty girl from Jianzong.

Xu Feng shook his head slightly. Although his expression was calm, his heart was extremely angry.

What on earth is Xuanmeng doing behind their backs?!

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Xu Feng's eyes gradually became firmer.

Putting away the jade slip that recorded Haoran's Yi Qi Jue, Xu Feng took out something again.

It’s just that the items this time seem a bit strange.

It was a pale golden particle, or golden bead, that was only half the size of the nail of your little finger.

This is a condensation of power that he extracted from Shangguan Qingyu's body using a method of refining living soul energy and blood recorded in the Desolate God Art.

As soon as this thing appeared, it created a faint pressure.

And the energy of heaven and earth around it seemed to be afraid of it, and actually rushed toward it.

Even the Yuan Power in Xu Feng’s body is like this!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his hand to put it away. The strange feeling disappeared immediately, and the energy in his body returned to normal.

But Xu Feng's face became colder and colder.

"Xianyuan"

He took out the golden bead the size of a red bean again, and the strange feeling appeared again.

It was exactly the same as the aura he felt when he was at the devil's side!

Feeling that the energy in his body seemed to be a little restless, Xu Feng's heart moved, and the heart of blood suddenly emerged.

The restlessness disappeared instantly.
Chapter completed!