Feng Linwan's eyes flashed with a strange light. While staring at Song Nuanyu, the light of the light drifted towards the place where the immortal burned fruit was burning.

"Did you take the blame or do you want me to do it?"

Feng Linwan recognized Song Nuanyu, after all, they all participated in the Dan King Competition, and Song Nuanyu even ranked in the top three, so how can they not attract attention?

After seeing the appearance of the visitor, Song Nuanyu did not look panicked, and said as usual: "In the name of fellow Taoist Feng, it should be easy to kill my family, but I am not a person who is waiting to die. What I hold is a 'Anti-thunder bead' handed down from the ancestors. I am afraid that even if fellow Taoist Feng has the ability to withstand the power of this pearl, he cannot escape the great explosion of divine magnet gravity caused by the 'Anti-thunder bead'."

As he spoke, there was already a seemingly ordinary black iron bead in Song Nuanyu's palm, with lightning vaguely flowing on it, as if it could burst at any time.

"Hmph, the thunder pearl disappeared in Nanxuanzhou more than ten thousand years ago. If you use this thing to deceive me, I, Mr. Feng, are you too despised me."

The red flames rose around Feng Lin's body, as if there were signs of sudden explosion.

"Doesn't you believe it?"

A slightly arc appeared on the corner of Song Nuanyu's mouth, and his fingernails scratched the black iron beads, and a black lightning as thick as a thumb diffracted out from its surface.

Now, Feng Linwan was a little restless because he had already felt the aura of the black lightning, which was the power of the black prison thunder unique to the "Reverse Thunder Pearl".

The "Anti-thunder Pearl" is said to be unstoppable below the Nascent Soul. Once detonated, its power is enough to destroy mountains and mountains. If it is detonated on the island in the middle of the lake filled with divine magnetic gravity, the consequences will definitely be catastrophic.

Feng Linwan knew very well about this. Even though he was sure to rely on the absolute defense of the twelve "Thunder Destroyer" lights, he did not dare to bet that his body refining level six could resist the huge explosion of divine magnet gravity.

Just as Feng Linwan was pondering, Song Nuanyu added again: "Feng Lindao, the little woman has no grudge with you. Since Taoist Feng has also taken a fancy to this fairy-burning fruit, the little woman will leave by herself. I think Taoist Feng is not just a few fairy-burning fruits. By the way, Fairy Fu Chenyao has already gone to the central spring first."

When Song Nuanyu finished speaking, Feng Linwan touched his greasy head and sneered, "You know what you are."

After saying that, he didn't say much, and picked the burning immortal fruit in the crack of the Hump Rock from the sky, and rushed to the center of the spring in the middle of the lake without looking back.

If Song Nuanyu hadn't said something more after sacrificing the "Reverse Thunder Pearl", Feng Linwan would have probably taken action against him.

When Feng Linwan's figure finally disappeared into his eyes, Song Nuanyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Her achievements in the Dao Dan were indeed amazing, but in terms of combat effectiveness, they were only slightly stronger than ordinary half-step Jindan cultivators. It would definitely not be enough to meet Feng Linwan's bloodthirsty monster-level genius.

If I hadn't had predicted similar risks early in the morning and prepared corresponding countermeasures, I'd probably have told me about this life here.

But just when Song Nuanyu was about to put the imitation "Reverse Thunder Bead" in the palm of her hand into the storage space for a lot of money, a fiery red light and shadow actually returned.

"The thunder bead is about to explode at the touch. Do you dare to lie to me and seek death"

The visitor shouted fiercely, and the move was a killer move. The steamer with destructive power, which was suddenly attacked Song Nuanyu.

Song Nuanyu reacted almost the moment the steamer attacked.

An ancient talisman shining with green light was crushed by it, and a layer of defensive light curtain was formed, resisting the deadly fire wheel that burned gold and turned into iron.

"There are many ways to save your life, but what's the use?"

Feng Linwan laughed wildly, and his palms suddenly plucked out a blue and white pillar of fire, and blasted the water curtain and left.

Although this sharp pillar of fire failed to break through the defense in seconds, it melted the Qingying water curtain at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye. I was afraid that it would be broken in a short time.

At this critical moment, a rare ruthless color flashed in Song Nuanyu's eyes, and he clenched his silver teeth and took out a blood-colored talisman with a shiny light.

Without any hesitation, Song Nuanyu crushed the blood-colored talisman and saw a strange blood light appearing around her. The next moment, Song Nuanyu was gone.

"Shirting Blood Talisman?"

Seeing this scene, Feng Linwan was stunned. He was also a person with extensive knowledge and had already recognized that the talisman used by Song Nuanyu was a precious talisman that could only be refined by the Yuanying practice.

Once enabled, the enabler can be teleported to any point within a radius of ten miles in an instant. Although the owner's magical effect of short-distance transmission, it is always considered useless because the transmission distance is too short.

However, in this Lingpu Secret Realm, using the "Shirting Talisman" to escape is very useful. After all, in the Secret Realm, even the Nascent Soul Cultivation cannot activate the spiritual consciousness, and it cannot control the air. Finding people depends on your eyes and rushing to the road depends on your feet.

"Hmph, maybe she flashed directly into the central area of ​​the lake island. I don't need to take action. I can take her life by relying solely on the divine magnetism."

Feng Linwan couldn't kill Song Nuanyu. Even though he was unhappy, he didn't have the intention to continue chasing him. He snorted coldly and rushed straight to the central spring.

Compared to killing Song Nuanyu, he is more looking forward to removing Fu Chenyao.

At this moment, Su Yang was looking at the spring in front of him curiously.

This is a spring about three feet in a radius, but there is no spring water at all. I don’t know how many years have passed since it dried up.

Looking down, it was dark, like a bottomless pit.

You could vaguely hear a heavy breathing sound similar to the roar of a wild beast from the exit of the spring, which made people feel trembling in their hearts for no reason.

Just as Su Yang was considering whether to explore it, a white beautiful figure quickly swept to Su Yang's location.

"Huh"

When Fu Chenyao suddenly saw Su Yang, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then returned to her former state of being unpredictable. She said lightly: "Sultan Master, do you want to get the Eight-Star Blood Infant Grass?"

Su Yang naturally recognized the evil genius in front of him who had always been a cold-hearted person in the South Heaven Sword Sect. Hearing him, he smiled habitually and evilly, and asked, "Will Fairy Fu want to get a share of the pie?"

Fu Chenyao shook his head slightly and said calmly: "The Eight-Star Blood Infant Grass is something I must take and cannot tolerate others' involvement."

Su Yang, who was disappointed, was about to say a few words, but was interrupted by a terrifying sword energy that tore through the space.

"This Leng Bingbing is too direct, just do it."

This is probably the most shocking time when Su Yang fought with others in his life. Without saying a few words, he was launched by his opponent without warning.

Fortunately, Su Yang not only had extremely strong physical spirit, but also had excellent reaction power. He exhaled and inhaled suddenly. Even under the huge pressure of the divine magnet gravity, he moved more than a meter in an instant, barely avoiding this sword energy filled with huge destructive power.

"Fairy Fu, you're really bad at it." Su Yang was not upset about it, but stared at Fu Chenyao's beautiful face with interest and said slowly.

Seeing that Su Yang could actually flash his "Bengyue Sword Gang" when he was unable to show it, Fu Chenyao was also puzzled. In her perception, Su Yang, a casual cultivator, had already won the lead in the Dan King Competition, which was enough to show that he would never be as powerful as he was in combat power.

Fu Chenyao didn't want to kill the other party just now, but just wanted Su Yang to retreat when he saw the trouble. However, judging from Su Yang's amazing performance, Fu Chenyao had to admit that his opponent already had a little capital to compete with him.

This is obviously inconsistent with Fu Chenyao's original estimate. It can make the only Bing Meiren, who has practiced the "Juechen Sword Technique" to the point of great success in the past thousand years, show a little bit of surprise. In the eyes of many people, it is enough to show that Su Yang has amazing means.

Fu Chenyao's serious momentum changed suddenly in an instant. A pair of bright eyes that seemed to be filled with ice locked on Su Yang, whose smile was unchanged, and exuded a sharp sword energy that forced people's hearts.

Feeling the change in Fu Chenyao's momentum, Su Yang gradually lowered his smile, and a look of thirst and war that had not appeared for a long time flashed in his eyes.

"This is cold and worth a fight"

As a combat madman, what else can be more wonderful than meeting an opponent worth fighting?

The moment Fu Chenyao took action, Su Yang also raised his arms to meet him, and the domineering and fierce "Thunder" attacked out fiercely.

The big golden fist seal melted the terrifying power to tear the space and smashed Fu Chenyao away. Su Yang did not retain his strength and finally met an opponent that could be fought. If he didn't show his skills, he would be too sorry for himself.

"What a powerful fist"

Fu Chenyao's expression was cold and unchanged, but her heart was once again shocked by the powerful strength shown by Su Yang. If she had only had a trace of seriousness, then seeing the power of this punch now, she had already placed Su Yang in the position of "opponent".

"Nine Swords Come Out"

The green jade fingers flew, and the sword technique changed in an instant. Nine golden sword auras suddenly appeared and disappeared. The next moment, it slashed from all directions towards the "Thunder" fist energy.

The sword aura shook the fist aura, and with nine surrounds one. The moment two powerful forces touched each other, the domineering Thunder Fist aura was cut to pieces by the nine swords that were slashed in an instant.

This scene did not shock Su Yang at all, but instead made the raging war burning in his eyes become more and more intense.

Thunder gathering

In an instant, Su Yang smashed his fists in succession, and the seemingly messy and disorganized Thunder Fist Trooping gathered halfway through the way, showing a huge golden fist seal of three feet in a radius.

Since he developed the martial arts of Honglei, Su Yang has practiced thousands or tens of thousands of times in secret, and has developed several mutant magical powers one after another. This "Bolei Gathering" is one of them.

With Su Yang's current physical strength and cultivation, he can achieve the convergence of eighteen thunders.
Chapter completed!