Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 400 Wouldn't the world laugh at you?

Mu Huayan also found out that it was impossible for her to escape and reinforce the seal of the Hellfire Spring. The black shadow felt that she was doomed and would definitely die today.

"God of Killing, if you continue to fight, you will be the only one who loses!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Huayan was not panicked at all and remained calm. She became more and more angry when she looked at the jade flute in the black shadow's hand.

"Even with Wan Feng, you are still no match for me!"

After Mu Huayan challenged with disdain, she mobilized her spiritual power and flashed away from the spot at a hundred times the speed. Before the three of them could make a judgment, they realized that she had disappeared.

Song Yunmo had already gotten rid of the entanglement of several casual cultivators, but when he was about to head forward, he was injured by the mysterious energy he had just sensed.

He struggled to steady himself and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Unfortunately, the evil man Wan Feng caught up with him and was about to hit him with a stick.

Song Yunmo reacted quickly and jumped back to avoid the attack, but he found that Wan Feng had disappeared. He looked around with a tense mind.

Since he was not there, they took this opportunity to quickly leave with the injured. Not long after they flew, they heard a loud noise like a ghost's howl.

Then a space opened up beside Song Yunmo, and the huge energy fluctuations inside made him shudder. He didn't dare to stay any longer, but exerted force on his feet and disappeared from the spot.

Wan Feng looked at the space that opened not far away and felt a little scared. After seeing him escape successfully, he took a detour to chase him. Not long after, he saw his figure. Seeing him taking Zhong Siyao to enter the palace, he became murderous.

"Rakshasa Wind Chanting Technique, first move Wind Chanting Slash."

Wan Feng changed his sword and used the wind direction to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy for his own use. When huge green wind blades came across the sky,

When Song Yunmo noticed it, he immediately threw out a defensive magic weapon. Wan Feng saw that he was protecting someone and couldn't fight with all his strength, so he released another spell to attack.

"Leave the hostage behind! Second move: Wild Dance Chant."

Song Yunmo noticed that the air around him was becoming thinner, and a feeling of suffocation came over him. Zhong Siyao in his arms let out a dull cry of pain.

Then a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. The air around him was sucked away by the moves performed by Wan Feng, and now he only felt that his chest was stuffy and he could hardly use any strength.

But he also found out that Wan Feng's technique had a flaw. When hundreds of green spirit snakes attacked, the surrounding air had recovered.

He took a deep breath of the air around him, but soon the snake began to make a mind-numbing chanting sound.

Suddenly he felt dizzy and lost his sense of direction. Seeing the spirit snake opening its bloody mouth and about to attack him, he summoned the Black Dragon Halberd with all his might.

The halberd sensed that its master was in danger and rushed straight towards the attacking spirit snake with a dazzling golden light. When the two attacks collided, Song Yunmo regained some of his composure and fled with his men.

"The third move is Falling Moon Dragon Seal!"

However, Song Yunmo, who had just escaped for a short time, realized that he was locked in position by a divine consciousness, so he could only jump and flash continuously and release phantoms to disrupt Wan Feng's divine consciousness.

"It's useless. Once you are locked by my spiritual sense, you will be like a turtle in a jar and I can do whatever I want to you."

He quickly chanted a spell to activate a magical weapon, the coral shell, and placed Zhong Siyao inside. The white shell, which glowed with a light green light, closed and flew towards the direction of the palace.

Seeing that he had sent the hostage away, Wan Feng was furious and sent a number of demon cultivators to surround him. "All of you, bring the hostage back to me!"

Suddenly, several beams of light chased in the direction where the coral shellfish flew. Seeing this, Song Yunmo caught up with them one by one and killed them one by one.

Wan Feng had expected him to do this, so he secretly sent a few monks to surround her. Song Yunmo noticed that his left wrist was a little itchy, so he lifted his sleeve to check.

He realized that it must be the mark left by his spiritual sense being locked just now. It was in the shape of a crescent moon with a little light. But strangely, Wan Feng's attack had not landed yet.

A sword shadow pierced across the sky. Song Yunmo used his toes to retreat continuously and then summoned a pair of red double blades. When they collided with Wan Feng's sword, a lot of sparks were produced.

Sharp and piercing sounds echoed around them, and finally the two men abandoned their weapons and rushed straight into the clouds to fight with bare hands.

The Wind and Thunder attack caught Wan Feng off guard. Although the two fought for hundreds of rounds, only a few breaths of time passed.

There was a sly look in Wan Feng's eyes. After he made a seal with one hand, Song Yunmo realized something was wrong. The next moment, the mark on his wrist pierced along his meridians like a willow branch spreading out.

Suddenly, his entire wrist was entangled by red and black threads, and the painful and itchy feeling made every nerve in his body feel like it was being torn apart.

A figure had escaped the fierce attack brought by Feng Lei Hua Shang and was now heading straight towards Song Yunmo with a sword in hand.

"Supreme Sacrifice to Destroy Gods Water Dragon Song!"

After Song Yunmo activated his spiritual power, several ice dragons were released by him and flew straight towards Wan Feng. At the same time, he activated the spiritual power of fire attribute in his body and turned it into thin threads and shot it into the ice dragons.

Immediately, the ice dragon transformed into several water dragons under the impetus of his spiritual power and the blessing of fire attribute spiritual power, dancing and attacking Wan Feng.

At the same time, Song Yunmo detected that a silver magic circle had condensed above his head. He looked carefully and found that Wan Feng was practicing magic while dodging the water dragon's attack.

But as he was pinching the seal, the water dragon also wrapped around his waist. When Song Yunmo clenched his fist with one hand, the water dragon suddenly turned into a golden bell and covered him.

But when he was covered by the golden bell, the formation had already been completed. With a ferocious smile on his face, Song Yunmo suddenly looked up and found that the formation in the sky had extended many silver chains.

Just as he was about to move, he discovered that a sealing formation had been set up under his feet, restricting his movements. After struggling for a while without success, he sacrificed a magic weapon, the azure Zhuji Ding.

With one hand, he urged it to emit supreme divine light to bombard the attacking chains. When the two met, they instantly emitted waves of strong fluctuations.

But the mark began to attack the meridians on his arm. The strong stinging sensation made his nerves tense, and he tried to mobilize his spiritual power to dissolve it.

After a few breaths, it was completely ineffective. However, when the Zhuji Ding broke the stretched out chains one by one, he found that the mark had loosened. He knew that in order to break the mark, he could only shatter the magic circle in the sky.

But just as he came up with the idea, he realized that Wan Feng in the golden bell was about to break free, and a trace of Wan Feng's spiritual energy flowed out from the cracks.

Song Yunmo sensed a strong killing intent behind him. When he released his spiritual consciousness, he discovered that a formation had unfolded behind him.

"If I kill you, what kind of expression will Mu Huayan have, hahaha..."

"I guess she would cry so hard that she couldn't even speak, go crazy, and feel so much pain that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would be broken."

As he spoke, Wan Feng had already shattered the golden bell into pieces, which Song Yunmo used as sharp blades to grab and attack him.

Wan Feng's ghostly laughter echoed in the blue sky, and he kept dodging or fighting back, saying that no matter how angry or how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

When several streams of brilliant light shot out from the formation behind him, he activated the Tianque Shield to block the attack. Wan Feng would definitely not let him go, so he kept placing the formation in different positions.

"Now let's see how you're going to block it! I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill you, and then throw your body in front of her, hahahaha..."

But Wan Feng overlooked a small detail, which is the power of space. Since Wan Feng played so thrillingly and his methods were so insidious, he would let him taste the power of his own moves.

When the last magic circle emitted a stream of light, Song Yunmo seized the opportunity to open a space. Wan Feng, who had not yet realized the danger, stood there with his hands covering his face and laughing.

"I am a human emperor who has experienced hundreds of battles. If I were to be killed so easily by a madman like you, wouldn't I be laughed at by the world?"

"!!!"