The wind chime shaking creates a range of sound that disrupts the mind, and the wind sounds are radiating, rippling with light patterns, entangling the man in blue.

A scene that made Xu Congfeng terrified happen.

The man in blue completely ignored the mental range of the wind chime and looked forward casually.

A "clang" sound.

The wind chime magic weapon, the light glow, exploded, was hit by the man in blue with a strong palm, and with a whimper, the spiritual light fell dimly.

A magic weapon that is hard to shake with bare hands?

Xu Congfeng's eyes were dull and unexpectedly.

"You are so evil beast, don't kneel down!"

A cold shout came, and the senses were distorted again.

The man in blue shirt in sight was divided into three, located on his head and on both sides.

The three men in blue clothes all rushed over the Zhenjun's spiritual pressure, the powerful power of qi and blood.

The light from the foot of the ancestor Feng was condensed, and he wanted to dodge with his body skills.

But at this time, a huge force came from the ground under his feet, and a piece of yellow sand covered his legs at some point.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Three men in blue shirts each had a palm, slapped the ancestor Congfeng from the top of their heads at the same time.

The body protection cover was instantly shattered.

puff!

The ancestor of Feng vomited blood, his body shaking, his ears were tinnitus, and his brain was blank and confused.

From both feet to shoulders, most of the body is immersed in the sand.

There is only one dry head, exposed on the ground.

A palm print with cracked blood mark appeared on the cover of the Tianling.

...

"Senior, show mercy!"

The old master of Feng was seriously injured and almost collapsed, and his consciousness barely recovered from a hint of clarity.

At this time, he saw clearly the appearance of the man in blue, and was not Xuanzu who was in his past fear.

"Xu Xiaofeng, don't try to leave the Yuanying! I will destroy your soul, it's easy!"

The man in blue stood with his hands behind his back, his feet level with his hideous and bloody cheeks of the ancestor Congfeng.

Xu Congfeng's face froze, and the thought that had just happened was dispelled.

This mysterious monk just showed not only his powerful body, but also his strange and unpredictable illusion body technique.

His spiritual consciousness is at least at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Senior Lady, I'm convinced!"

From the ancestor Feng relieved the ferociousness on his face and squeezed out a flattering smile.

"But, as the Supreme Elder of Chengfeng Sect, Xu has no grudges and grudges with his predecessors. Are there any misunderstandings between us..."

"Hmph! The middle and lower sects of the ten major sects dare to move out and show off? I think I have never seen the world."

Lu Changan raised his feet.

Click!

Xu Congfeng's head slanted, his old face bloomed, and his teeth splattered.

"Little Kunzhou, a remote place!"

"Not mentioning that there is no Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if there is... I may not buy it overseas's 'Abyss City'!"

Hearing this, Old Feng was frightened.

This mysterious monk was not even afraid of the Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone the sect forces in Kunzhou.

Behind it is suspected that there are overseas super forces.

Although Kunzhou is not near the sea, I have also heard of the reputation of super forces such as Star Moon Palace and Abyss City from the Wind.

Among them, the Abyss City is a gathering of evil and evil cultivators, acting domineering and lawless.

"A bad beast! I'm thinking of Brother Xuan's face in the past, I'll leave you a way out."

Lu Changan squatted down, pressing his big palm as heavy as a mountain on Xu Congfeng's Tianling Cover.

puff!

Xu Congfeng's body shook violently, vomited blood bubbles, his eyes turned pale, and he fainted.

fragile!

Lu Changan shook his head and put away Xu Congfeng's storage ring, magic weapon and other items.

When he opened the storage ring, his eyes were a little disgusted and he selected a small number of items.

The rest of the things you don’t like are put into a storage bag separately.

...

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The illusion desert disappeared and returned to the original old house.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Seeing the figure of the man in blue, Xu Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hidden worry between his eyebrows.

Shift your sight downward.

She couldn't help but retreat, covered her face with her hands, and exclaimed:

"Old Ancestor..."

The withered old man with a bruised nose and swollen face was wearing a coarse cloth jacket of a servant, showing his bony ribs, and knelt on the ground dyingly.

On the hunched back of the ancestor of the family, thorns pierced into the flesh and blood, and crawled like earthworms.

"Go to the ancestral temple! Apologize to the ancestors of the Xu family!"

Lu Changan said expressionlessly.

"Old servant accepts the order."

The ancestor Feng’s voice was hoarse, coughing blood from his mouth, and he barely got up.

He bent his waist, carried a thorn on his back, and walked towards the Xu family's ancestral temple with his steps.

"Old Ancestor..."

This scene was seen by many monks from the Xu family.

Xu Qingge and other senior executives of the family were dumbfounded and wondered if there was an hallucination.

In front of everyone, Xu Congfeng felt ashamed of himself, and his messy hair covered his old face.

A trace of evil thoughts appeared in his heart.

Just as I was about to condense my spiritual consciousness, a deep soul was filled with a heart-wrenching pain, accompanied by a strong breath of death.

It seems that the next moment, my soul will be scattered.

A transparent insect-like forbidden seed lies dormant deep in his Nascent Soul, with strange threads interspersing in the vital veins inside the Nascent Soul.

When the man in blue shirt put this ban, he said:

[Gu God Forbidden] No one can solve the Dakun realm. Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator takes action personally, he may not be able to save him.

Xu Congfeng was a little unbelievable, thinking that he was exaggerating and scaring himself.

Until he sensed that the man in blue-shirt imposed a ban, the indescribable terrifying spiritual sense was enough to crush all the mid-stage Nascent Soul he had seen.

I'm afraid it's no less than that of the Nascent Soul monk.

The intensity of the prohibition of the sea of ​​consciousness is often related to the spiritual realm of the caster.

"This ungrateful wolf is really greedy for life and fear of death and is surviving."

Lu Changan watched with cold eyes.

Previously, he gave Xu Congfeng two choices.

One is death.

Become the nourishment for the Nine Seal Monument.

The second is to become a slave of the Xu family and let Lu Chang'an impose a Gu divine ban.

Unexpectedly, Xu Congfeng did not hesitate at all and agreed to be a slave.
To be continued...