Chapter 724 The Mysterious Sage

The ghost saint followed up to accompany Lin Feng to visit the fantasy county. Lin Feng did not refuse. To be honest, he had a good impression of this ghost saint. Coupled with the ever-changing and enchanting relationship, the man's face is also relatively better.

"It is said that all the venerable people flying up in the low-level immortal cultivation world are all geniuses. Leipan Taoist friends are not only this, but also the enchanting."

It is enough to show that these people are very talented in the situation of lack of aura in the low-level world. What's more, entering the world of the three emperors is like a dragon in the abyss.

When the ghost saint saw that Lin Feng was speechless, he smiled awkwardly and seemed to think of something. "In fact, my fantasy ancestor was so anxious to help the enchanting achieve the holy way in order to seize the throne a hundred years later. Enchanting talent is abnormal. Once she achieves the holy way, she can definitely enter the magic temple to practice. With her talent, she is likely to be favored by the magic god. In that way, my fantasy ancestor will have the opportunity to master the position of teaching.

"You don't need to tell me these things."

"I just don't want to misunderstand the saint."

"Ha ha, with the enchanting talent, you can definitely get the guidance of the supreme magic god." Lin Feng still trusts the ever-changing and enchanting talent very much.

Where to point out the ghost saint, but he sighed slightly and said, "Leipan Taoist friends don't know anything. In my fantasy god county, there is more than just an enchanting pervert. Compared with her, the other one's talent is probably only strong or not weak. This person is also from the low-level world of immortal cultivation and is a disciple of Xuanjimen.

Lin Feng paused and said 'Oh'. He was indeed a little surprised. Xuanji Gate is a fairy gate in the world of Yiling, and the ranking on the surface is still behind the Beast Gate. The talented disciple in their fairy sect seems to have only met one, that is, Xuan Yingzi.

Since he was deprived of half a drop of silver fairy blood, Xuan Yingzi did not know where he was, and his life and death were unknown.

"Look, that guy is out." The voice of the ghost saint is a little strange, and it seems that there is a lot of jealousy.

Lin Feng stared at him and the corners of his mouth twitched. It's true that they don't meet each other in life. In Huanshen County, he not only met the ever-changing enchanting, but also met Xuan Yingzi, who had lost his hands.

In those years, Xuan Yingzi used the art of captive to almost kill the Taixiu Emperor. If it hadn't been for Lin Feng's action to save the Taixiu Emperor and get the golden Taoist weapon, it might have been very difficult to get the Jiuyou Difu.

Xuan Yingzi is already the peak of a senior saint, and he is only one step away from stepping into the level of the Great Perfection. Lin Feng was also a little surprised to sense his breath, because he could vaguely sense that there was an earth-shaking power in the other party's body.

"He is a mysterious saint, and he actually understands the five illusions. Although he is not as powerful as enchanting, he knows a supreme-level secret art 'the art of prisoning the sky'. This man integrated the five illusions he had realized into the art of the prisoner, and his power increased tenfold. Ten days ago, he was also trapped and killed a junior emperor. These methods attract everyone's attention more than enchanting. Unfortunately, he is the disciple of his illusory ancestor.

"And the sound and fantasy ancestor is the biggest opponent of the light and fantasy ancestor, so the competition between the two ancestors is actually to put the chips on their respective heirs."

Lin Feng motioned the ghost saint not to go on, but looked at Xuan Yingzi carefully. At this moment, Xuan Yingzi was still so arrogant and arrogant in his eyes. There are five flattering junior saints around him, and there are more than two hundred disciples behind him, which is obviously very stingy.

It seemed that someone was watching him. Xuan Yingzi suddenly turned around. The sharp eyes met Lin Feng's eyes, and immediately an invisible Yilan appeared in the void.

"It's you." How could Xuan Yingzi forget Lin Feng's appearance? He had few enemies in the low-level world, but he suffered a big loss in Lin Feng's hands, and he almost lost his life that time. Although he was lucky enough to escape, half a drop of the immortal's blood in his body was extracted by him in a domineering way, which reduced his potential a lot. Otherwise, he would have been a supreme saint now.

"Mysterious Sage, do you know the Thunder Judge Saint?" The ghost saint is more flexible. As soon as you look at the other party's posture, you will know that the two not only know each other, but also have some personal grudges.

"Even if he turns into ashes, I can still recognize it. Humph, your boy's life is so hard that he can even escape the great disaster of heaven and earth. The mysterious saint's eyes were full of ** naked murder, and the five junior saints beside him were very sumparious and released their breath to lock Lin Feng. With just one order, the five of them will attack with all their strength.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and said helplessly, "I don't have your ability. If you turn into ashes, I will never recognize it."

"With sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I don't know if you have the ability to see me disappear. I haven't paid attention to the perfect holy realm yet. The mysterious saint put on an invincible posture, and the five junior saints around him were even more arrogant and all laughed indifferently.

"That... The mysterious saint, Leipan Taoist friend, is the guest of the phantom ancestor. There seems to be some small misunderstanding between you. It's better..." The ghost saint saw that the two people were hiding needles in each other, and was afraid that they would start to do it here. One is the disciple of the audio-phantom ancestor, and the other is the noble guest designated by the light-phantom ancestor to serve. Neither of them can offend either side.

"Well, get out of here. If it hadn't been for the blood tattoo mark of the phantom supreme in the middle of your eyebrows, I would have suppressed you long ago. There is no place for you to talk here."

The mysterious saint is really arrogant and arrogant. He actually shouted so loudly at the direct bloodline of the supreme magic god, did not pay attention to the other party, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

"You..." The ghost saint's face turned pale immediately, but he was silent, as if he knew that there was nothing he could do even if he was angry. The mysterious saint can be killed by the primary emperor, not to mention that he is a junior saint.

"Ghost, those five saints are your disciples of Fantasy County?"

"No, they were recruited by mysterious saints from the outside."

"Oh, so even if I kill them all, you Huanshen County will not trouble me." Lin Feng dragged the word 'Oh' and showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

The ghost saint was stunned and couldn't help shivering. Mad, the mysterious saint was arrogant enough. Unexpectedly, this unfathomable thunder judge saint was even more arrogant. He actually said bluntly that he wanted to kill the five junior saints in front of the mysterious.

"You are looking for death." The mysterious saint's hair suddenly danced, and his whole body became illusory. But the next moment, his eyes suddenly became solemn, because he found that Lin Feng had disappeared, and his magic idea actually lost the other party's lock.

"It's not good." The mysterious saint stretched out his hand and waved, "The world of array."

One array after another burst out of his body and condensed into a huge array around him. Countless killing arrays appeared in the array, destroyed, and started over and over again.

The five junior saints were shrouded in the array. They all saw that the situation was not good, and their mana was rolling, defending themselves against their own key points.

"I can't measure myself, what a bullshit." Lin Feng's sharp voice sounded, and then he saw a junior saint who had done enough defense work suddenly opened his mouth and a sword stabbed out of his mouth. A magic hand pinched his neck and dragged him into another independent space.