Chapter 248: 1 Peck and 1 Drink

Hidden Dragon Lake, an island in the middle of the lake. .

The senior elders of the twelve sects surrendered one by one, with helplessness and bitterness written on their faces.

In the sky above the island, there is a young man in black clothes holding an iron fan. His eagle-like eyes are indifferent and empty. The most peculiar thing is that his skin is covered with a layer of metallic iron, and even his clothes and hair seem Assimilated by gold and iron.

The breath of icy metal poured out like mercury, permeating the surrounding void, and even the air solidified, and there was no breeze at all.

"O Lord Tie Xiao, our twelve sects have already surrendered, and we are willing to surrender to Tie Long. Could it be that you have to kill them all?"

The Supreme Elder of Yunjianzong resisted his anger and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth.

As a true Xuan level practitioner of kendo, he had previously struck with a thunderous sword and slashed at Lord Tie Xiao, splashing a burst of sparks, and the latter was actually unscathed. Not only that, he himself was shocked by a terrifying force.

The rest of the elders of the twelve sects dared not to speak out, but they were uneasy, and they did not have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

The Allah level, for them, is too far away.

Xiaoyue Sect, the first elder sighed: "In the past, the Iron Dragon Power and the Tianfeng Power each had a God-level, and this was the key to maintaining the balance. Now, the Iron Dragon Power has an additional God-level. , turn the situation around in one fell swoop.”

The birth of an Allah class affects the situation of a huge area.

They stand in the cloud, overlooking all living beings, and every thought will affect the fate of thousands of people.

"Xiaoyao Allah" floated in the air, indifferent, without saying a word.

On the side of the Iron Dragon Power, the mysterious man shrouded in black veil took out a blank scroll with a strange texture, about several feet long.

"Blood Contract Scroll, all of the True Spirit Realm of the Thirteen Kingdoms you are present must sign a blood contract."

The mysterious man in black yarn said indifferently.

Exterminating the twelve sects would be of no substantial benefit to the Iron Dragon powerhouse. Furthermore, it is not easy to really want to wipe out the twelve deeply rooted sects in one fell swoop.

The most shrewd approach is to make these sect forces become affiliates and maximize their interests.

The elders of the twelve sects present looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

The blood contract, just like the surrender letter, more importantly, it has a strong binding force. Once you use your own blood to sign a contract on it, there will be an invisible binding force, and it will no longer be a dead letter.

After half a cup of tea.

Twelve high-level elders signed the blood contract one by one, and on the "blood contract scroll", they were marked with blood.

As for Guyou Hall, it belongs to a branch of the Scarlet Moon Demon Sect, and belongs to the Iron Dragon Power Camp, and does not participate.

call out--

High in the sky "Tie Xiao Allah", expressionless, turned into a bright Tie Xia, rushed into the sky, and his figure was quickly submerged.

The God-level appeared, less than half an hour, from beginning to end, almost never made a move, silently, subverting the situation of the battle.

The news of the surrender of the twelve sects quickly spread throughout the sect world of the thirteen countries, causing a sensation in all directions.

Not long after, the powerhouses of the Twelve Sects have settled in, and the original high-level positions of the sects have also undergone some changes.

Among them, Xiaoyuezong.

Yunhai Zhenren was promoted to the new suzerain of Xiaoyue Sect and became the spokesperson for the entry of Tielong Power.

The Great Elder, because of the loss of an arm, the battle consumed the source of true spirit, and his cultivation was reduced, and he took a back seat.

Yunhai Zhenren has won the trust of the Iron Dragon Power, and in the sect, he has the support of the law enforcement elders, and he has become the most powerful figure in Xiaoyuezong in one fell swoop.

After appointing the suzerain, Yunhai Zhenren quickly issued an order: hunt down the traitor Zhao Feng

"Zhao Feng, this son, does not follow the rules of the sect, has no respect for his superiors, and escapes without authorization. He should be captured and killed by the Hui sect. If he resists, he will kill him."

The majestic and ruthless voice of the real person Yunhai spread throughout the hall.

The order was quickly passed on to the sect.

Not only that, Xiaoyuezong also issued a huge reward to capture Zhao Feng.

Those who provide Zhao Feng's clues alone can get a reward of 10,000 low-grade Yuan spar, which is not a small sum for a real person.

As for slaying Zhao Feng, the price of all kinds of rewards is ten times higher.

The Great Elder and Grandma June took a back seat and kept silent about all the events in the sect. If Yunhai Master couldn't find any handle, and he didn't have absolute certainty, he wouldn't dare to attack them.

For a time, Xiaoyuezong was panic-stricken.

However, the real person Yunhai is also a person with great means. He acts vigorously, with clear rewards and punishments, and quickly wins some people's hearts.

Cloudy sky forest, misty forest.

Zhao Feng has been comprehending the Essence Mystery Technique recently, trying to dissolve the "ghost mark" on his body.

As long as the ghost imprint is on the body for a day, the nausea that haunts the ghost will never disappear.

However, the level of this ghost mark is extremely high. Although Zhao Feng's divine eye can sense its existence, it is very difficult to resolve it.

"As long as the ghost mark is still on my body for a day, my safety will be threatened. If the mysterious skull frame of the hall master level returns to its peak strength, I am afraid..."

Zhao Feng looked up all the secret techniques in his mind, but he was at a loss.

It has been a month since he consolidated his cultivation realm.

Zhao Feng's Essence Mysticism has made great progress, and he has some understanding of the principle of the 'Ghost Mark'.

"The mark of the ghost should use the power of the soul and spirit body, which is a bit like the mysterious power of the curse of the Hundred Graves. But the mark of the ghost does not have any offensiveness. It only marks me with a mark, so the eyes of the gods did not produce instinctive resistance. ."

Zhao Feng finally had some ideas.

Next, he still has a way, that is to use the power of the "curse of a hundred graves" to fight poison with poison and dissolve the ghost mark.

But the curse of the Hundred Graves is too dangerous, so Zhao Feng has to weigh it.

After half a day.

Zhao Feng once again entered the curse of the Hundred Graves, and a terrifying invisible force in the void tried to invade his body from behind, but was shaken back by a desolate aura in the eyes of the gods.

Meow meow

Before taking action, Zhao Feng stretched out his hand and took out the little thief cat, and asked the little god stick to do a divination.

The little thief cat nodded with a proud face, took out the bronze coin, and threw it in the air.

After catching the copper coin, the little thief cat frowned slightly, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

There is a mysterious connection between Zhao Feng and the little thief cat, but the answer he got is rather vague, perhaps even the little thief cat can't tell why.

"Just a try."

From the divination of the little thief cat, Zhao Feng at least concluded that there should be no chance of death.

At present, this is based on the fact that the little thief cat's divination is still effective.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged, and with his divine eyes, activated the Essence Mystery Technique to sense the existence of the ghost mark.

At the same time, he used his bloodline power, and the pale cyan blood in his body penetrated into the space of his left eye, shrouding the little cyan abyss little by little.

Once the small abyss is isolated, Zhao Feng's left eye will return to its original black color and lose its light.

It is equivalent to saying that Zhao Feng will temporarily block the power of the eyes of the gods.

really.

When the little blue abyss was shrouded in bits, the power of the invisible curse in the void attacked Zhao Feng from behind.

Zhao Feng's whole body shuddered, urging the power of his blood vessels to cut off most of the small blue abyss, not daring to block it all.

Even so, there is still a trace of curse power that touches Zhao Feng's body.

Zhao Feng's whole body froze, as if countless bloody hands were eating his own flesh and blood.

At this critical moment, he suddenly activated the Essence Mystery Technique, deliberately revealing some flaws and pulling the power of the curse.

The power of the curse has a kind of spirituality, and it will invade through the "fracture", just like the water in the pond will flow to the gap.

The flaw that Zhao Feng exposed was the location of the ghost mark.

Puff puff

There seemed to be some kind of strange sound coming from somewhere.

If Zhao Feng's divine eye could lock his back, he would find bloody and pale hands of nothingness reaching into his body.

If it weren't for the isolation of the power of the divine eye, Zhao Feng might have been "parasitic" by the cursed power.

As time passed, Zhao Feng's vitality gradually weakened, and his complexion became pale.

He had no choice but to mobilize the bloodline strength and true power to stick to the whole body.

The bloodline power has a certain protection, but only part of it can be used, and the other part is used to isolate the small blue abyss.

But Zhenli slowly depleted in the face of the curse power.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Feng almost wanted to give up, but he found that the breath originating from the "Ghost Mark" was also fading.

Zhao Feng's vitality and true power, along with the imprint of the ghost, depleted together.

Fortunately, with the protection of bloodline power, Zhao Feng's life source was not eroded.

Three days later.

Zhao Feng slowly exhaled, and withdrew the pale blue blood that cut off the small abyss in his left eye.

At this time, the ghost mark on his body finally disappeared, but at the same time, the true power in his body was also weakened by a level.

"Is it worth it?"

Zhao Feng murmured, looking at the little thief cat on his shoulders.

It turned out that Zhao Feng's cultivation level dropped to the sixth level while dissolving the imprint of the ghostly soul.

The little thief cat's eyes narrowed slightly and did not answer.

Zhao Feng left the Hundred Graves Forbidden Land, searched for his body, and found that although his cultivation had decreased, his realm had become more stable, and the potential in his body was much greater than when he was in the seventh heaven.

This is like building a high-rise building, the more stable the bottom building is, the higher the superstructure can be built.

Zhao Feng had this feeling. He broke through the second tier in a row at the alliance event. With the help of the external force of the elixir medicine, his cultivation strength skyrocketed. It was too hasty.

And now, this problem no longer exists.

To resolve the hidden danger of the ghost imprint, although Zhao Feng has fallen to a realm, his foundation is more stable and his rising potential is stronger.

One peck and one drink, as if it were set in heaven.

at the same time.

In the distant iron dragon power, on a mysterious altar.

"The imprint of the ghost has been resolved... How is this possible... Could it be that there is a powerful person in the Dan Yuanjing realm?"

The hoarse voice echoed, and there was a chill that penetrated into the soul. Generally, the real person would shiver when they were here.

The owner of the voice was a skeleton man wearing a black robe inlaid with gold, his bones were silver-white, and there was a faint purple light.

"No...that's the power of the 'Curse of the Hundred Graves'"

The face of the Skull Hall Master suddenly changed.

"Lord Hall Master, stepping into the forbidden land of hundreds of graves will not escape the catastrophe. The practitioner of magic has obviously died."

Next to a silver striped blood stiff, tsk tsk smile.

The Skull Hall Master nodded, if the practitioner of the ghost mark dies, the mark will naturally disappear.

"Hall Master, regarding the 'Hundred Graves Forbidden Land,..."

The bloody rudder protector asked with a slight inquiries.

"This is a high-level secret of the Holy Religion. If it is not a last resort, this seat will not step into that restricted area. You don't need to know about these things."