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Chapter 295 Quicksand Sea

During Mu Feng's soul search and investigation, not only did he learn about the overall combat power of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League participating in the Corpse Dao Conference, but he also had a general understanding of this unfamiliar sandy area.

In the hinterland of this Gobi, there is a very wide quicksand sea.

If a creature with spiritual power stepped on it, regardless of whether it was urged or not, it would be strangely trapped by the quicksand.

Even a strong man in the Supreme Realm will end up in disgrace.

After the blood, tears and lives of many monks, it was finally discovered that a strange fruit grew deep in the quicksand land.

For living beings, the fruit is no different from gut-piercing poison, but for the underworld flames, zombies, golden-armored corpses, and the strange corpse ancestor sand soul, it is equivalent to a natural treasure to increase combat power.

"Hundred Ghosts and Demon League captured that little thing so that it could lead the way under the quicksand."

"It turns out that besides the fruit, there are all kinds of skeleton beasts guarding the fruit. The number of beasts is huge, and the combat power is not weak. If you go down to the bottom of the quicksand and go on a rampage, let alone looking for the fruit, I'm afraid it will happen in the middle of the process." Reduced to food for the herd."

"The corpse ancestor sand soul is weak and timid, but it is an 'indigenous' who grew up in this area. With it as a guide, it is indeed twice the result with half the effort."

After finding all the information he wanted, Mu Feng directly killed the enemy leader.

Earlier, he had already given the opponent a chance, but the opponent chose to seek his own death.

For enemies who want to deal with him wholeheartedly, Mu Feng has never been soft-hearted, and he has no psychological burden to kill.

"The soul of the Happy Realm can spend some time refining it into a soul guard. After all, it should be a dead thing. I wonder if I can participate in the fruit competition at the bottom of the quicksand?"

Mu Feng's mind moved slightly, and immediately started to arrest the soul when he had an idea.

Unexpectedly, when he just pulled out the soul of the enemy leader, and before he had time to use the Yin-Yang Soul Art technique, the soul that had been wiped out of consciousness suddenly dissipated.

That feeling is like the remnant snow meeting the scorching sun, melting quickly and silently.

Mu Feng sensed the sharply diminishing soul energy in his palm, and he had a little more understanding of the rules of this corpse ancestor mountain range.

In order to confirm his conjecture, he mobilized a small amount of thought power, trying to compete with the unknown power for the right to dispose of the remnant soul in his palm.

However, at this moment, a purple thunder flashed above the sky.

Zi Lei roared and gathered on the top of the area where Mu Feng was, covering the sky and the sun, like a god and demon descending.

Sha Hun, the corpse ancestor who was tied to his calf, looked at this scene and was so frightened that he almost died on the spot.

If it wasn't for its body being imprisoned, it would have fled to the sandy ground below, crying.

Mu Feng also didn't really mean to challenge the rules of this place. After achieving his purpose of investigation, he immediately restrained his thoughts and threw out the remnant soul with only [-]% energy left in his hand.

In an instant, Zi Lei dissipated and left as abruptly as when he came.

The soul of the elder of the Hundred Ghosts League is also completely integrated into this world.

"It's no wonder that something like soul value is produced in the corpse ancestor mountain range. The cause and effect is here. Who is the hunter and who is the prey, after all, it depends on who has the stronger survivability."

He continued to stay in mid-air for a while, but did not find any reinforcements from the enemy, so Mu Feng jumped down and returned to the front of the Jiuzhong Pavilion team.

Due to the special restrictions here, the people below couldn't sense the situation inside Mu Feng's previous battle above the air.

They did see the last purple thunder sweeping across, but they didn't know the key to it.

It wasn't until Mu Feng appeared in everyone's field of vision with the leg pendant that the disciples of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League realized that it was the elders on their side who lost the battle of the strong just now.

When the strong men of the two sides fought decisively, they did not choose to retreat.

It was not because their actions were restrained by the people in the Jiuzhong Pavilion, but because they felt that the victory would belong to their side.

Now, Mu Feng can know the thoughts and plans of those people without using his eyes of mystery.

There is really no need to keep hostile existence like this.

"Xu Sheng!"

Mu Feng only called out in a low voice, Xu Sheng already knew what his pavilion master wanted to do.

With a wave of his arm, he quickly mobilized a pre-organized team, and then ordered: "Cao Tai leads the team, no one will be left behind!"

The team of Baiguishameng has only a hundred people, and the strong combat power of Xiaoyao and Faxiang has been eradicated by Mufeng, and the remaining troops can just be used for training on their side.

The team led by Cao Tai has exactly two hundred people, and in terms of the number of monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, the opponent has one more person than the Jiuzhong Pavilion.

This kind of tempering is just right.

It can not only guarantee that the disciples will not take it lightly, nor will they engage in a tragic battle.

When Cao Tai led people to fight with the Hundred Ghosts, Mu Feng stretched out his palm and picked up the small pendant on his leg.

"Can you understand me?"

Shizu Shahun stared at the powerful and terrifying human monk in front of him, nodded in horror.

If you can understand the language, it will be very convenient to communicate.

Mu Feng continued to ask: "Then can you spit out people's words?"

Before the battle started, everyone heard the loud cry of the little thing.

Based on this inference, it seems reasonable if the little thing can speak.

Shizu Shahun hurriedly shook his head, and then opened his mouth again, making an 'ah' sound.

Mu Feng looked into his mouth, only to find that the other party has no tongue.

It was not artificially destroyed, but its body structure did not have such organs.

But it doesn't matter, Mu Feng never thought about chatting with it.

The other party can understand their own instructions, and then they can act according to the order.

"Later, I will take my people to the hinterland of the Gobi and pick the fruits from the quicksand. I need you to lead the way."

Hearing this, Shizu Shahun's head shook like a rattle.

When it moved like this, the red hair covering its body also shook, and it looked like it was shaking like a sieve.

Mu Feng sensed the little guy's fear.

He thought for a while, took out the participation token of the Corpse Dao Conference from the storage bag, and then took out a soul value energy, and flicked it into the opponent's mouth.

I saw that the corpse ancestor Shahun, whose face was full of life and death one second, became lively and vivid in the next second.

It looked at Mu Feng with scorching eyes, and suddenly felt that the human monk in front of him didn't seem so scary.

Mu Feng also felt a little funny in his heart, this little corpse is really innocent.

"Do you still want that thing just now?"

Hearing this, Shizu Shahun immediately smiled, squinted his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a begging 'ah' towards Mufeng.

While Xu Sheng was watching the battle situation on Cao Tai's side, he was also watching the actions of his own pavilion master.

Seeing the humanized performance of the little corpse, he couldn't help but secretly cheered up.

However, when he saw his pavilion master popping nine soul energies into the opponent's mouth one after another, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Nima!That little thing is such a loser!

The energy of ten soul values ​​can be equivalent to killing a corpse at the level of a dharma!