Peerless Taoist

As soon as Zhen Tianfeng's skeleton statue opened his palm, it was like a dark cloud pressing on the territory. He pressed it directly against Bai Suqing.

The eight character mantra used by Bai Suqing just now seems to be suppressed by a mysterious force. It can't use all its power at all.

Like a star in the night, Bai Suqing's spell gradually began to fade.

Bai Suqing is also struggling to support, but Zhen Tianfeng seems not to be suppressed at all here, and seems to be able to do it easily.

"Hahaha, this is the tianwai relic that our Yinluo sect has been looking forward to for a long time. Dare you break in!" Zhen Tianfeng Leng said with a smile.

"Zhen Tianfeng, you traitor, dare to be presumptuous here!" behind Zhen Tianfeng, there was a sudden angry drink.

Zhen Tianxiong, who had just fallen to the ground, did not know when he had stood up, shouted angrily, and a white mist rose all over him.

This fog made Zhen Tianxiong's whole body become hazy.

A trace of hot breath appeared from the white mist, and then evolved into a raging fire.

But between the lightning and flint, Zhen Tianxiong's whole body has surrounded the flame. Looking from a distance, he looks like a god of fire standing in the universe.

This flaming giant is as big as Zhen Tianfeng's black skeleton.

"Hum, did you use the secret method!" a trace of disdain flashed in Zhen Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhen Tianfeng looked at Zhen Tianxiong coldly and mocked: "even if you use the secret method, what can you do? All the rules here are to suppress you. Can you give full play to your strength? You still want to fight me!"

Zhen Tianfeng disdained to wave a palm and planned to defeat Zhen Tianxiong.

But just then, Zhen Tianxiong suddenly read a secret spell, and a mysterious force immediately shrouded Zhen Tianxiong.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhen Tianfeng's eyes. Unexpectedly, Zhen Tianxiong still had this ability.

"Brother, it's not like our Zhen family's magic!" Zhen Tianfeng said coldly, but his eyes had begun to be alert.

Behind his hands, Zhen Tianxiong was surrounded by a cyclone.

Around Zhen Tianxiong, another hazy figure appeared, which was seven or eight points similar to Zhen Tianxiong, but there was a flame all around him.

The flame figure gradually attached to Zhen Tianxiong. Finally, Zhen Tianxiong's momentum became more and more dignified.

"Divine soul realm!"

Zhen Tianfeng was stunned for a moment, and then screamed: "it's impossible. There's a problem with our Zhen family's skill itself. Even the ancestors didn't practice to the spirit state!"

"I didn't expect that old man Zhen has really reached the state of divine soul!" murmured a thin old man who fell to the ground.

Other Middle Earth strongmen also have complex eyes and stare at Zhen Tianfeng's cold breath.

Divine soul realm, even in the second step of gaining the Tao, it is also a powerful and incomparable existence.

This is a watershed. Although some of them have practiced for many years, they still haven't become strong in the spirit realm.

Zhen Tianfeng was only stunned for a moment, then the whole person returned to his mind again and sneered: "even if it's the spirit state, what can you do? You think you can kill me!"

Zhen Tianxiong didn't answer. He bent his fingers and snapped. Suddenly, a flame dragon roared out and tore at Zhen Tianfeng.

Zhen Tianfeng doesn't dodge. He looks at Zhen Tianxiong mockingly.

Boom!

The long flame dragon was suddenly cut off in mid air.

A huge black hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and crushed the flame dragon directly.

"Enough!"

A dark shadow stood in the air, and he was wearing a hat on his head. He was hidden in his cloak, and his whole body was arrogant.