A few minutes later, Qin Fei got closer and closer to the bottom of the abyss. The thick demonic energy, like the ink sprayed out by an octopus, dissipated in the sea water.

The originally smooth ice surface became bumpy, as if it had had a severe earthquake.

Although Zhao Jun killed the ancient demon, he only had half his life left. Moreover, his killer weapon, the Four Elephant Divine Fire Pot, also exhausted the power of the fire spirit and needed to return to the Rakshasa Hall to replenish it.

In summary, Zhao Jun's combat power has fallen to the peak of the mid-stage God Transformation.

If Qin Fei fought with him alone, he would still be unable to do it. However, with Meisha's help, it would definitely be different again.

"Grass, who is it?"

Zhao Jun frowned, used his eyesight to see a figure faintly, as if approaching him.

The thick demonic energy made the visibility at the bottom of the abyss extremely low. Moreover, the ice surface cracked and collapsed from time to time, seriously affecting Zhao Jun's perception.

"Grass..."

When the two were about 500 meters away, Zhao Jun suddenly jumped up and his face became extremely ferocious: "You fucking want to attack me, right? Then go and die!"

After saying that, Zhao Jun waved his hand with one hand, and a huge spiritual power formed a hurricane and swept towards Qin Fei.

Under normal circumstances, it is indeed easy for a monk in the God Transformation Stage to slap a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to kill him.

However, Qin Fei is considered an alternative among cultivators.

His super defensive power is almost comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of the God Transformation.

And with the blessing of the wind war suit, he moved very quickly. Just as his body flashed, a crack as thick as a fist broke open on the ice surface behind him.

But he finally avoided Zhao Jun's palm.

He shouted softly: "Six-Phase Golden Body Art!"

Suddenly, behind Qin Fei, there were six phantoms more than 100 meters high. Everyone was holding two Pure Yang swords in their hands, constantly injecting the five elements spiritual power and the power of lightning.

Qin Fei knew that Zhao Jun was powerful and did not dare to hide it at all. He showed his strongest side as soon as he came up.

"Clan? But it has not been successfully condensed yet!"

Zhao Jun's eyes turned cold, and a light flashed in his hand, and a magic weapon like a whip was added. After injecting spiritual power, it turned into a black evil dragon and pounced towards Qin Fei.

"go!"

The Ten Thousand Demon Tower, which was rotating in Qin Fei's hand, immediately expanded to more than 100 meters high and smashed towards the black evil dragon.

Dong....

With a loud bang, the dragon was slightly stunned and was dizzy when smashed.

At the same time, the six phantoms had accumulated strength, and the six different light columns enveloped the evil dragon phantom.

"Petrification!" Meisha took action again, and the evil dragon in the air turned into a stone-carved evil dragon.

Click...

Click...

After the six pillars of light hit the stone-carved dragon, the dragon's body began to crack and turned into gravel and fell down.

"Damn, what's this method?"

Zhao Jun frowned tightly. Qin Fei's Six-Phase Golden Body Art and Meisha's petrochemical technique made him feel shocked and surprised.

He is also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, but he has never seen a Nascent Soul cultivator who can use such a powerful attack method.

Could it be that this kid was a high-level cultivator, the Nascent Soul, who practiced again after leaving his body?

Otherwise it would be too incredible, right?

If Zhao Jun had the Four Elephant God Fire Pot in his hand, he wouldn't have had so many concerns. No matter where this mess came from, he would kill him first.

The two most advantageous magic weapons now have almost become scrap iron. Moreover, after fighting with the ancient demon for three days and three nights, his spiritual power was almost exhausted. I feel that if I continue to fight with Qin Fei, I will probably be here.

After his thoughts quickly turned, Zhao Jun coughed and said with an unnatural expression: "Fellow Daoist Qin Fei, the conflict between us is not a matter of life or death. I don't know who you are, and why you have been unable to get along with my Luosha Temple?"

"Haha, guess who am I?"

Qin Fei smiled unevenly, allowing Meisha to release her divine thoughts. Now, it can be basically concluded that Zhao Jun does not have much combat power.

Otherwise, with the virtue of this old monster's lofty superiority, if it gains the upper hand, it will never be said to be such a surrender.

He had killed more than a dozen cultivators in the God Transformation Stage of the Rakshasa Hall and had already formed a mortal hatred. There was no possibility of easing at all, so he simply did it and killed Zhao Jun.

Sure enough, Zhao Jun felt Meisha's huge divine consciousness and immediately buzzed his head, "Damn it, he is actually a Mahayana cultivator?"

However, just like Zhao Jun was stunned for such a chance, Meisha used petrochemical technique again and instantly hit Zhao Jun accurately.

What Qin Fei wants is Zhao Jun revealing this flaw.

After seeing that he was petrified, he grabbed the Blood-Changing Divine Sword and came to Zhao Jun in a flash, cutting off his head.

"No... you bastard, you dare to destroy my body, my mother won't..."

A Nascent Soul, more than one meter long, screamed and tried to break through the seal of petrochemical technology and fly out of the collapsed body.

"Culuyang Sword Formation, go!"

Qin Fei waved his hand and quickly closed the twelve Pure Yang swords, like a high-speed rotating crusher, directly strangling Zhao Jun's Yuanying into pieces.

He shrugged and said with a sneer: "It's all a fucking seven or eight hundred years old, can you rely on your mother to come out?"

Of course, Zhao Jun was already exhausted and could not hear Qin Fei's mockery.

At this point, almost all the combat power sent by the Rakshasa Palace to the palace were killed by Qin Fei alone.

The most important thing is that with the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, a cultivator in the fusion stage was killed.

If it was spread, Qin Fei's feat would have been shocking in the world of cultivation.

Qin Fei breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Zhao Jun's storage ring, and also put the magic weapon like a purple clay pot into his pocket.

There is another magic weapon, like a scroll, that Qin Fei couldn't understand how to use. However, no matter how many times he had, he put them away.

Qin Fei's wealth has accumulated to a jaw-dropping level in just one month.

I'm afraid Qin Fei is considered the "richest man" among the Nascent Soul cultivators. He has obtained all the Yuan crystals, magic weapons, elixirs, and even innate ancient treasures and acquired ancient treasures.

A few years ago, I couldn't even think about it.

No wonder there is a saying in the world that the more bold a person is, the more productive the land is.

Qin Fei has had a great harvest in the past few years in the Wild Continent.

After counting the spoils, he did not dare to stay at all. If he killed Zhao Jun, the Lord of the Rakshasa Palace would not let him go.

That is the peak cultivator of the fusion stage and the strongest existence in this continent.

I must arrive at the Wan Yao Palace as soon as possible, otherwise if I am caught up by the other party in the middle, I will be completely finished.

Thinking of this, Qin Fei swallowed a pill and was too lazy to use the spiritual boat. He turned into escape light and flew out of the abyss.

It was like a stream of light, heading towards the Wan Yao Palace.

Phoenix, your man is here!
Chapter completed!