Chapter 165 Soul Battle

The meat palm of the man with the strength of the holy level was directly put on by Mu Feng's thin hand. It was not until now that Mu Feng raised his hair and hair, blood-red eyes, pale face, and an evil smile crossed the corners of Mu Feng's mouth.

"Old man, don't be too proud!" The cold voice came, as if it were a demon from the dark abyss. The black magic gas burned on the surface of the wind and waved it with one fist, but the attack was transferred to the other side. With a bang, a big pit appeared on the ground in an instant, and the white-faced saint also took the opportunity to flash aside.

"How can it happen...?" The white-faced saint was extremely surprised. This breath was even stronger than himself, and now he can't see through the strength of his opponent at all, as if he immediately changed to another peerless master, and it was under his own eyes. How could this be possible?

Then the battle changed again. Mu Feng held his head in his hands and looked very painful. The red blood was full of Mu Feng's eyes, his head was full of black silk and scattered, and his breath was erratic.

In the spiritual world of Mufeng, two figures quietly suspended on the power of the original soul. One was the black figure sitting over the gully, and the other was the predecessor of the Yan clan who had been missing for a long time. At this critical moment, he finally appeared.

"Old man, don't mind your own business!" The sound of the black virtual shadow came and exploded over the power of the soul.

"I said, why this damn thing has always occupied a country here. It turned out that you want to wait for the host to grow up completely and then take it for yourself. Is your ideal calculation?" The elders of the Yan clan spoke in a small voice, but successfully suppressed the momentum of their opponents.

"Stop talking nonsense. It seems difficult for you to defeat me now." The black shadow looked confident and didn't pay attention to his opponent at all.

"Indeed, in my heyday, a character like you would not be my opponent. Although I am only recovering my five-level strength now, it should be enough for you to deal with it. Don't underestimate the old man." The words of the predecessors of the Yan clan were not weak at all, but what they said was also true.

"Is that so? Do you still want to fight in this little guy's body? You know, if he is not careful, he may completely become an idiot. The black shadow also looks fearless.

"Little ghost lock...!" The elders of the Yan clan took the lead in shouting. The four ghosts and ghosts appeared in the four directions of the black shadow. The essence of the Taoist spirit shines through and penetrates the black gas, occupying the limbs, and the black virtual shadow is imprisoned in the void and unable to move.

"How dare you play with the small skill of carving insects?" The black shadow said disdainfully, and then shouted, "Wan demon body!" The black magic on the whole body began to flow like water, and the roaring demons loomed up to the sky, but the four soul chains seemed to be closely connected to their souls and could not be rid of them no matter what.

"How can this happen?" The black shadow muttered in surprise that his demon body could not swallow the four soul chains. Then came the voice of the predecessors of the Yan clan and said, "Don't think that the soul chain is so easy to break free. This is a superior skill in a certain population. Although you are strong enough in this broken world, don't Don't be arrogant. Now that the little guy has accepted your inheritance, he can't completely destroy you now. You can take care of yourself..." After that, the figure of the predecessor of the Yan clan disappeared into the void.

"Roar..." The black shadow roared fiercely, and the body kept expanding, but the four soul chains also increased, and they could not get out of the confinement. Then the black shadow quietly sat in the void to find a way to break through. If it went on, it was undoubtedly waiting for death. Looking at the wind outside, after stopping the fight inside, he fell to the ground with a bang, and his red eyes completely turned into that natural black.

"What's going on?" Seeing Mu Feng fall to the ground, the unknown white-faced saint flashed beside Mu Feng. The other party's breath was a little messy, but it returned to a normal state, but it was only a little weak, which may be due to mental overdraft or other reasons that led to Mu Feng's coma.

picked up the unconscious Mu Feng, and the white-faced saint led several people from West Asia to the main hall, and then sent a middle-aged man to arrange a room for the four people in West Asia. What a worry-free little guy..." The white-faced saint looked at Shi**'s Mu Feng and smiled faintly. At the same time, he was also very confused. What was going on with his fearful breath at that time?

"It hurts..." Mu Feng scratched his drowsy head and said, looking at the surrounding environment, where is this? The last part of my memory is to break away from the shackles of the white-faced saint, and then I can't remember anything.

Sitting on the stone**, Mufeng began to examine the changes in the body. The golden half moon in the spiritual world still shines with a faint golden light, and the power of the original soul is already flowing in an orderly manner. Huh?" When Mu Feng swept over the black shadow, there seemed to be something wrong. Four faint black chains connected his limbs, and it seemed that his position had also changed, not above the bottomless gully.

Without much thought, Mufeng moved his body and walked out of the stone door. As soon as he opened the stone gate, he saw a woman waiting outside the door, a little older than Mufeng. Seeing Mu Feng coming out of the inside, the woman said, "This gentleman, the master told me to take you to his place if you wake up."

Nodding, Mu Feng walked towards the location of the white-faced saint under the leadership of the woman. Pushing the door in, this is a normal study-dressed room. There are all kinds of ancient paintings and porcelain in the room, antique devices, while the white-faced saint is reading in the inner room. Unexpectedly, the meatball man is also good.

Seeing someone coming in, the white-faced saint raised his head and watched Mu Feng come in. He motioned him to sit in the chair next to him, and the woman bowed deeply to the white-faced saint and retreated out by herself.

"Mu Feng, you should know why I asked you to come here?" Seeing Mu Feng shaking his head, the voice of the white-faced saint came and said, "What happened to your power over the holy level when you fought with me that day, and why is it that evil breath?"

"On that day, in fact, I was not very clear, but I felt that my mind was blinded by something, and my whole body was a little dizzy. I really can't remember what happened later."

"I can't remember at all, which means that this state is not under his control." Hearing the answer, the white-faced saint muttered, and then asked again, "Has this state ever happened before? This may be a potential curse."

"It has happened before, but this state has appeared in some special combat situations, which may be an innate ability." Mu Feng did not intend to tell him that the source of this situation was his own forbidden technique, and the elders of the Yan clan also reminded Mu Feng at the beginning.

"The ability not to be controlled by yourself? I think it's better to use less in the future, which will destroy you. The white-faced saint replied, and then the voice of Mu Feng came again and said, "Where are my friends? Why didn't you see them?"

"They are now special training in the special secret place of this martial arts hall. Of course, I will guide them every night. Those four people are rare talents, and of course you are." The white-faced saint said with those beards.

"Special secret place? What's that place?" Mu Feng asked doubtfully that the place that could attract the four people in West Asia must be unique, otherwise those partners with eyes above the top would not waste time there.

"That's a good place. Are you afraid that your opponent's strength will be too high or too low to affect your performance? It is a special secret place called 'real mirror', in which you will encounter another self, including all your skills and weapons, and they are not affected by side effects. It can be said that this is also a difficult situation. Difficult challenges."

"Well, anyway, my body has recovered now, so take me over and have a look." Mu Feng was eager to try. When his companions were making progress, Mu Feng was unwilling to fall behind.