But he was injured even more severely, and he was not very familiar with the "Ghost Mark" induction, so he quickly lost sight of Zhao Feng.

In the deep palace.

"Lord Hall Master, I am quite familiar with that boy's aura. He is a disciple of the Xiaoyue Sect, and he has very pure ancient blood."

Protector Xue Zhiduo said with a respectful expression.

"Not only does he have ancient bloodline, he also has an extremely powerful spiritual source, which is more than ten times higher than Wuyou's spiritual talent."

A weak and hollow voice came from the skeleton frame.

"How can this be?"

Protector Blood Zombie Helm was obviously a little shocked.

Wuyou is a once-in-a-hundred-year genius in the field of spiritual arts.

"If such a genius can be used by our 'Dark Nether Hall', why not worry about revitalizing our holy religion. Fortunately, the 'ghost mark' on his body will not dissipate within three years."

The voice of the skeleton conveyed a hint of excitement and anticipation.

"Hall Master, that boy will not join the Holy Cult easily. I extended an invitation to him last time and was tricked by him."

Thinking of what happened last time, the Blood Zombie Protector still feels a little bit disgruntled.

"When there is enough interest, anything is possible."

The red flames in the skeleton's eyes gradually dimmed, and he finally said: "Evacuate this place immediately and rush to the 'Iron Dragon Powerful Country'. It has nothing to do with the other two divisions and the Thirteen Sects Alliance."

Three days later.

In a hidden bird's nest in Hengyuntian Forest.

Meow meow!

The little thieving cat happily jumped on the branch, spit out a bronze coin, and threw it on the head

Zhao Feng opened his eyes, and a vague mental wave disappeared from his body.

If you pay attention, you will find that the aura on his body has changed and looks even weirder. In the past few days, Zhao Feng has been studying the secret arts books left by the man in the hat. Now, he has dabbled in the spiritual arts, and even

Just one foot across the threshold.

After this introduction, Zhao Feng realized how mysterious and powerful the spiritual source in the left eye space was.

However, currently, Zhao Feng can only use a small part of this spiritual source. Most of it is in a passive or even semi-sealed state and cannot be activated unless it is at a critical moment.

Even so, Zhao Feng's talent in this field is unique.

bass!

At this moment, a figure leaped over from the other side of the forest.

At the same moment, the little thieving cat's bronze coin flipped over and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Um?"

Zhao Feng took a closer look and saw that the person coming was none other than the white-browed old man!

snort!

Zhao Feng jumped up and landed on the big tree opposite.

"Ah! It's you..."

The white-browed old man was panicked.

Kneel down!

Zhao Feng uttered two words on a spiritual level.

In an instant, the surrounding wind seemed to freeze, and only Zhao Feng's cloak and green hair were flowing gracefully.

The old man with white eyebrows was rushed into his mind by a mysterious and powerful spiritual force, and his consciousness was instantly lost.

Next, everything he does is not dominated by his own subjectivity and consciousness.

"Next, I'll ask a question and you answer."

Zhao Feng stood condescendingly, like the master of the world.

"yes."

The white-browed old man looked respectful, as if he were worshiping an emperor.
Chapter completed!