The center of the Death Qi Ze.

On the giant tree, there were rays of light flashing, and on the ink-colored knife, a cold light flashed.

The surroundings are full of gray fog.

The attic of Dragon Soul was parked in an open space several hundred meters away from the giant tree.

The King of Resentful Souls and his men were scattered around four or five miles away, guarding them to prevent the access of idle undead creatures.

In the air.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, then thoughtfully, and used the abilities attached to the disguise beads and the bone mask.

Suddenly.

An invisible fluctuation swept through.

Chen Feng's figure quickly changed and finally turned into the resentful soul king, and his aura was almost the same.

After everything is done.

Chen Feng was riding the black lotus and descending to the attic beside the giant tree.

Come to the attic.

Chen Feng looked respectful: "Lord Longhun, I have something to report to you."

"Come in."

In the attic, a response from Dragon Soul came.

"Squeak..."

A light sound.

The attic door opened.

Chen Feng's mind moved, and his five-meter-high body quickly shrank and turned to about two meters high. This was when he stepped into the attic.

The situation in the attic immediately caught my eye.

Not big.

There are only about ten square meters, and there are no extra decorations on the four walls. They are covered with dense magic patterns, emitting rays of light, which brightens the entire attic.

In the middle of the attic is a half-meter-high platform.

It is square, about two meters in radius, and is also covered with magic patterns. The dragon soul is holding a bone staff and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the platform, facing the front of the platform.

In front of him was a dark black crystal ball, with bright light flashing on it, emitting a faint wave, which vaguely had wisps of connection with the entire attic.

One meter away from the front of the crystal ball is a light screen, and the light screen reflects the situation outside the attic.

As soon as I saw Chen Feng come in.

Dragon Soul looked up and said, "King of Resentful Soul, what's wrong with you?"

"Lord Dragon Soul, I have a great benefit to give to you." Chen Feng looked pleased, took a step forward, and said in detail.

Longhun frowned: "Speak loudly, this attic has a very strong sound insulation effect and has the function of blocking and detecting. Don't worry about being eavesdropped or investigated."

When Chen Feng heard this, he completely relieved himself.

Then he smiled.

"That would be better."

"What did you say?" Dragon Soul was a little dissatisfied.

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing, and with a thought, he directly used his skills.

"Roar of the Dead"

"Flash"

Two fluctuations flashed.

Chen Feng's figure instantly turned into a magic flame skeleton, holding a Dead Demon Scythe in his hand and wrapped in magic flames.

The whole body also turned into a phantom.

The Death Demon Scythe also slashed out.

Dragon Soul was shocked: "You are not the King of Resentful Souls..."

at this time.

He finally reacted, waved the bone staff in his hand, and a light gray light quickly enveloped his body.

at the same time.

The Death Demon Scythe in Chen Feng's hand also slashed on this layer of light.

"boom……"

A loud bang came out.

The light on the dragon soul swayed and dissipated for most of it, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate.

This made the dragon soul shudder.

"Who are you?"

"You dare to attack the members of the patrol hall. Are you not afraid of being destroyed?"

"I am a second-level lord. Are you looking for death?"

...

It's obvious.

The dragon soul is bluffing.

Even if he is a second-level lord or a lord of the magic system, his attack power is very good. If an ordinary first-level undead lord is facing each other, he may be able to kill him in seconds once he meets him.

What a pity.

Chen Feng is not an ordinary first-level lord. With the blessing of "Roar of the Undead" and "Speed ​​of Flash", coupled with the strengthening of the soul fire absorbed a while ago.

The strength is no worse than the Dragon Soul.

And he is also a melee lord.

His Dragon Soul, a second-level lord in the magic system, was approached, so how could he be Chen Feng's opponent?

"Boom boom boom..."

After three loud noises.

Chen Feng made a move like lightning, and in less than a blink of an eye, he shattered Hua Guang. The Death Demon Scythe slashed past the Dragon Soul and directly cut him into two halves, with blood flowing from the corpse.

Everything is done.

Chen Feng put away the Death Demon Scythe in his hand and let out a heavy breath: "Do it."

Then clean up.

He included the corpse of Dragon Soul, his bone staff, and the soul fire ball into the small world in his consciousness. This was to penetrate the mental power into the crystal ball on the attic platform and gain control of the attic.

Chen Feng's thoughts moved and turned into a dragon soul. He sat cross-legged on the platform in the attic and waited.

...

Two days later.

A dazzling light suddenly flashed on the giant tree outside the attic.

Then countless gray fog.

It was surging from all directions and was swallowed by the giant tree.

The time lasted for half an hour.

All the bright lights are like a convergence, and the gray fog that surges in from the water is a clogged, and it is an ink-colored knife that hangs on the branches.

At this time, it was like a soul, floating constantly, as if it was flying, piercing the edges, like living things.

"The treasure is mature..."

Chen Feng's eyes were delighted, he stood up from the platform, and then stepped out of the attic.

The King of Resentful Soul, who was waiting aside, quickly came closer: "Lord Dragon Soul, the treasure is ripe."

"You always rest aside, and your subordinates will pick it for you and give it to you."

Chen Fengmo stood in front of the giant tree and nodded: "Okay."

"Sir, wait a moment." The King of Resentful Souls looked happy and rose up quickly, moving quickly. As he passed through the edges, he quickly picked forty-nine ink-colored knives down, and then landed beside Chen Feng.

His pupils were full of reluctance and desire.

but.

The King of Resentful Souls understood that he was not qualified to confront the members of the patrol hall.
To be continued...