Chapter 65 No reason required

After the dust settled, Luo Han's soul servant immediately approached the original position of Su Zhiyan's body, but where it could be found, and there was no residue left. The soul servant took the explosion point as the center, turned around and spread out, carefully searching for the corner of the ruins. He was looking for the bag of Hou Zhiyan.

Song Xingfeng spit out a spit mixed with blood and slowly got up from the ground. Of course, he will not be killed by the dark treasure he threw. The monks of Leimen have to practice a strange protective spiritual power, which shows the formation of an elite bulge in the body. This protective spiritual power can effectively protect them from the shock wave of the explosion. Still.

Song Xingfeng looked in the direction of Yuanying, the old man before the explosion. Although he blew up Zhao Zhiyan's body, it was not clear whether Yuan Ying had been blown up. It is said that after Yuan Ying's body was destroyed, Yuan Ying would also be seriously damaged and her strength was greatly reduced. He had to hide quickly and slowly recover in the long years.

Although Song Xingfeng has never fought with Yuanying monks, this statement is still more credible, just like the existence of fairyland spiritual treasures. Although most monks have not seen it, its existence is the common sense recognized by the monks.

But Song Xingfeng was disappointed. Just as he got up and probed, a snow-white lightning mixed with a sharp strange voice came: "Song Xingfeng, you destroyed my body, and I want to refine your soul!"

A flash of lightning hit Song Xingfeng's chest and flew him back dozens of meters away. He had not yet landed in his mouth. The old man Zhiyan's Yuanying flew out of the dust and fell on his head like lightning. The baby's palm without temperature and touch gently pressed on his forehead.

Song Xingfeng's head buzzed and turned into a blank. He didn't expect that he had designed so many ambush. After using the last killer mace, he still did not kill So Zhiyan. So Zhiyan's Yuanying's strength did not diminish, and he did not become fragile because of the destruction of the body as in the legend.

Yuanying's round face showed a ferocious murderous intent, and the electric arc spread at his fingertips...

At this time, the soul servant found So Zhiyan's bag. Luo Han was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with after killing Song Xingfeng, so he planned to weaken his strength. He did not hesitate to control Xiao Leng in the bag and rushed to the empty beast. Although Xiao Leng's strong fire-breathing skills could not be used in the bag, Xiao Leng was already an adult after all. The same tall beast, relying purely on the power of the body tore the empty beast into pieces.

"Ah!"

At the moment of the death of the empty beast, Yuan Ying immediately burst into a painful scream. It turned out that he did not regain his strength at all, but completely relied on the blood and spiritual power given to him by the empty beast to cast spells. When the empty beast died, those spiritual powers were no longer controlled by him and immediately dispersed around.

Song Xingfeng looked at Yuan Ying, who was screaming above his forehead. He didn't know what soul refining skill this was. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move at all. His whole body was like he were trapped in a quagmire of fear, and it was difficult to walk.

After standing for about three seconds, Song Xingfeng finally woke up and took a step back in horror.

Yuan Ying is still whistling. It is slowly dissipating. The vast aura emanates from its body and falls to the surrounding land that has been blown up. These spiritual forces will greatly promote the growth of local magic plants. In a few months, this scorched earth will be re-covered by dense magic plants.

Song Xingfeng is worthy of being a monk of the Dan period. He hurriedly puffed up the sharp triangular protective spiritual power in front of him, but who knew that the spiritual power had just gathered half, and an unbearable tingling exploded in the depths of his soul.

He screamed in pain, and the fire lotus hit him and completely burned his right arm.

The next moment, the rear was full of spiritual power, and a gray figure flew out of the dense forest like lightning. Song Xingfeng was surprised to find that this man's flight speed was not much slower than himself. Was it a Jiedan monk?

The man did not say anything, but threw a black toad-shaped magic weapon to hang on his head and cut him at the waist with a fiery red flying sword.

Song Xingfeng made a dying struggle. He gathered all the remaining spiritual power to block the fiery red flying sword that was about to cut himself in the waist.

But the attacker's means were not over yet. He raised his wrist, and a black villain was formed. A black line as thin as hair shot Song Xingfeng's chest, burning a big blood hole in his chest and dispersing his spiritual power.

The fiery red flying sword was cut, and Song Xingfeng was cut into two sections by one sword.

Song Xingfeng, who was beheaded, did not die immediately. Only then did he see clearly the sneak attacker, a thin male monk with a mask. Although his clothes and masks were different, he still recognized at a glance that this man was a martyr who survived from the South Fairy Hall and wanted to kill him.

"Why...who are you?" Song Xingfeng asked with difficulty.

There was no answer, not even a sarcastic laughter. Only endless flames rushed to burn Song Xingfeng to ashes. For Luo Han, there was no reason to hunt these alien monks.