This is the first time Sun Heng has taken a teleportation array.

It felt very wonderful. At the moment the formation was activated, he could feel the twists and turns in time and space in a vague way!

This is an unprecedented experience. With his cultivation level, he should not be able to sense this change.

It should be because of the blood talent of Tongbang monkeys.

The twisted space sends everyone from one place to another.

At the end of the teleportation, there is a shaking void, which is randomly connected to the formation on the opposite side.

This seems to confirm what the old man surnamed Wei said that the place where the gods are buried is quite special and the teleportation location is not fixed.

The whole process seems to be very slow, but in fact it is just a blink of an eye.

A flash of eyes, accompanied by the roar of air waves, everyone had already appeared under a blue sky.

The roar was the aftermath of the formation teleportation, and even the slowly dissipating spiritual patterns could be seen under your feet.

"Click..."

Sun Heng stretched out his hand and moved the key gently. He glanced around and saw curiosity in his eyes.

This is already a place where the burial gods are buried, and the sphere of influence of the Five Evil Sects.

As rumored.

Here, the soul is very active, and the perception range is more than doubled than outside.

But in contrast, the powerful soul power cannot effectively activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The power of spells should be 20 to 30% weaker!

Moreover, the stronger the spell, the greater the weakening, no wonder it is not liked by the Grand Master of Jindan.

After shaking his sleeves, a cold wind whirled out around Sun Heng, and he was about to take him to escape to the distance.

"stop!"

A cold sound came from behind, and there was an open cover.

The cover covers several acres of land, including all the people in the group.

Shen Gui and the two stopped Sun Heng and spoke expressionlessly: "Fellow Daoist, why bother leaving so urgently?"

Sun Heng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Fellow Daoist, why pretend to be confused when he understands it!"

Shen Gui sneered and said, "I know what you and I know at this time."

He stretched out his hand and his voice became colder: "If you are conscious of your tact, hand over the things, otherwise..."

"snort!"

The hum was not loud, but the threat was very powerful.

Feng Xingjian, not far away, had a gray face, but seemed to have no movement, and obviously had expected this.

After all, the Shen family, especially this Shen Gui, is known for its domineering reputation in the Nine Saints Alliance.

"hehe……"

Under the hood, Sun Heng's mouth was slightly raised, and a chuckle came: "Since you and I are all here for the opportunity of Taoist Duobao, isn't it a bit difficult for fellow Taoist Shen to do this?"

His voice was gentle and he continued calmly: "I'm very curious. What can I do if I don't hand over it?"

"Not handing over?"

Shen Gui's voice sank, and the field was filled with solemn and murderous aura.

Everyone turned their eyes, and the magic weapon was born out of thin air, with sharp murderous intent directly pointing to Sun Heng.

He even sneered softly and said, "Do you think you have any choice?"

"Not handing over?"

"die!"

Shen Gui should have practiced some kind of imperial spell. At this time, the word "death" blurted out, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if there was an invisible force that pulled Sun Heng's soul toward the dark and deep land.

This force can make monks below the Daoji die when they hear the sound, and it is difficult for those who have just entered the Daoji to break free.

But to Sun Heng, it's nothing.

The soul shook slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"I don't think so!"

His voice was gentle, and he paused every word. It was obviously just eight words, but it seemed like a world that had been spent for a long time.

As the sound waves vibrated, Sun Heng's eyes also became dark and deep, and his robe floated, rippling with layers of mysterious ripples like water.

Chen Gui opened his mouth wide, his eyes were blurred, and his heart suddenly became shocked and he woke up from it.

"not good!"

"It's a soul-catching spell!"

Soul-capturing spells are not uncommon, and Nightmare Victory is one of the branches of all magics and belongs to a major category.

But being able to capture his soul, even in just a short moment, is extremely amazing!

Chen Gui woke up instantly and reacted quickly.

With a thought, the body protection light, the robes and a defensive magic weapon had already wrapped itself tightly.

At this time, a sword light also appeared in his eyes.

The sword light was dim and seemed inconspicuous, but Chen Gui's body was stiff and his heart was cold.

"Peng!"

The magic weapon was broken and scattered and flew away.

The light of inspiration dissipated and danced colorfully around the body.

"puff……"

The long sword pierced the robe like a bamboo shoot, penetrated from Shengui's chest, and a foot of blood-stained blade was worn behind it!

The two people behind Chen Gui were unable to even defend themselves. As soon as they got rid of the soul-catching technique, they were penetrated by two fiery red sword energy on their foreheads.

Zhenwu Seven Tribulation Sword Qi!

"boom……"

Two balls of fire burned out of thin air in the field, and the screams were depressed as soon as they arose, which also symbolized the death of two late-stage monks of the Daoji!

“Bold!”

"Dare you dare?"

"Let go of my son!"

It was not until this moment that anger and horror roar came from the mouths of the Shen family and the group.

Accompanied by it, there were more than a dozen spell auras.

Spells came over and fell into the void, instantly imprisoning Sun Heng in place.

These spells are as heavy as mountains and can easily crush a Taoist monk.

Even the late-stage expert of Daoji was shrouded by him and could not move and could only wait for death!

But the group did not dare to act rashly.

Because the sun is returned to Sun Heng's hands.

At this time, Chengui had long lost his former arrogance, his face was pale, his eyes were frightened and panicked.

A long and dark sword was held in Sun Heng's palm and easily penetrated his heart.

It's like skewers a large meat skewers!

Sun Heng's movements were too fast, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Xuan Zhendao people could not have time to intercept them.

At this time, everyone's hearts were afraid that there would still be doubts echoing.

How can he?

How dare he!

Because he fell into Sun Heng's hands, the Shen family was afraid of the mouse, and the noise was a little confused.

Xuan Zhendao's two stars looked at each other and saw the solemn expression in each other's eyes.

Although Sun Heng just showed his strength slightly, it was enough for the two of them to be cautious.

The three late-stage experts of Daoji were killed and defeated by one, but it happened in an instant. Even if they were them, they would not be sure to do better than Sun Heng!

Xu Mugui's face was revealed and he walked out of the void.

"Fellow Taoist, let the person go!"
To be continued...