"Bang!"

Shen Feng put down the broken plaque on his shoulder, and half of it was submerged in the dirt on the ground.

The breath in his nose was a little disordered, and it was really that this plaque was too heavy, prompting the power in his body to be seriously depleted.

The body was half-crouched, and Shen Feng's palm was supported on the front of the plaque.

He breathed two breaths and tried to move his palms away and stand up straight.

I only felt a tearing sting pain in my palm, and the palm of the hand he removed was dripping with blood, and a deep wound was cut.

A lot of blood was stained on the front of the broken plaque.

Shen Feng clearly saw the three big red characters of "Demon Town Palace", greedily absorbing the blood left by him.

These three big red characters are becoming more and more vivid.

A moment.

"Boom".

The entire plaque, which was one meter seven in length, instantly shrunk to the size of a child's palm, and clinged to Shen Feng's eyebrows.

A feeling of tiredness swept over the body.

Not long after, Shen Feng involuntarily closed his eyes, and the whole person fell asleep.

The Storm Demon Tiger outside the deep pit had a look of surprise on its face, but it couldn't get close to the broken plaque at this time.

In a daze, Shen Feng's consciousness entered a certain illusion, and he came to an incomparably spectacular martial arts training ground.

In this illusory realm, the entire square was filled with monks of all ages, and each of them had a serious look on their faces.

Shen Feng's consciousness was in the corner of this square, he looked up and saw that at the front of the square, there was a splendid palace, and a plaque hung on it, with the three big red characters of "Town Demon Palace" written on it.

A moment later.

A white figure walked out of the palace, and Shen Feng couldn't see this person's appearance clearly, as if there was a layer of mist shrouded in this person's face.

After this white figure appeared, the monks in the whole square became more and more cautious, as if they were very afraid.

Shen Feng couldn't hear any sound, but it didn't take long for all the monks in the entire square to kneel.

All of a sudden.

The white figure raised his arm, and his index point was a little in the direction of Shen Feng.

Shen Feng can still see this action clearly.

Just like this, he had a feeling that his soul and body were about to be destroyed, and the consciousness of the whole person was suddenly detached from the illusion.

Meantime.

Shen Feng, who was in the deep pit, woke up from his sleep, he was soaked in sweat, although everything just now was just an illusion, he was sure that the white figure was definitely someone who existed, but it should not belong to the Middle Realm.

His throat was very dry, and he realized that he had only stayed in the illusion for such a short time, and it was already dark outside.

The moon and stars are shining brightly in the sky.

The shrunken plaque that was clinging to his brow was suspended in front of him at this moment.

Stretching out his hand to hold the shrunken and broken plaque in his hand, the exercises in his body immediately worked to the extreme.

Although the plaque had shrunk, its weight had not been reduced at all, and Shen Feng had to maintain his full strength at all times.

The Storm Demon Tiger on the side saw that Shen Feng was fine, and it finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the plaque is shrunk, the suppressive power of the demon beast should be gone, and the storm demon tiger is quite close to Shen Feng.

All of a sudden.

The Storm Demon Tiger became alert, and Shen Feng's brows furrowed as they looked into the night sky at the same time.

The next moment.

The bright moon was obscured by a huge black figure, and a strong momentum spread wantonly between heaven and earth.

Shen Feng could see that there was a huge black eagle in the sky.

When the black eagle spread its wings, it appeared to be extremely large.

It is at least thirty meters long, and it is a ferocious monster beast called the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk, which usually only comes out at night.

The Heavenly Blood Night Eagle in front of him, his cultivation actually reached the Seven-Star Immortal Emperor.

This monster's sense of smell is very sensitive, and this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk was originally only passing by, attracted by the smell of wine that spreads in the air.

The Celestial Blood Nighthawk likes to devour flesh and blood, and it is very fast, its wings are extremely sharp, and even its hardness is no worse than that of ordinary immortal weapons.

Right now, this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk felt the existence of Shen Feng and the others for the first time, and endless killing intent emanated from its body, and a fishy smell emanated from its open mouth.

It doesn't have any nonsense and swoops straight down from the sky.

Giving full play to his speed, an extreme oppressive force was generated in the air, and the ground around him was constantly sinking.

Under the oppression of this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk, the Storm Demon Tiger stood still and couldn't move at all.

With Shen Feng's current combat power, if he used the Source Fire to Burn the Sky, although he could threaten the Seven-Star Immortal Emperor, he could even kill the weaker Seven-Star Immortal Emperor in an instant.

But at the moment, the speed of this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk surpassed that of the ordinary Seven-Star Immortal Emperor by a lot, and Shen Feng didn't have time to cast the Source Fire to Burn the Sky, and even if he used it, he might not be able to accurately attack the target.

The speed of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk was extremely fast, leaving no trace in the air at all, and now the old drunkard had not woken up from his drunkenness.

Shen Feng simply didn't have any room to maneuver.

He clutched the shrunken and broken plaque tightly in his hand, injecting his aura into it with extreme speed.

When the huge Heavenly Blood Nighthawk appeared above Shen Feng's head, wanting to bite off Shen Feng's head directly.

"Boom".

The broken plaque suddenly recovered to about one meter seven in Shen Feng's hands.

The rolling suppressive force of the demon beast was extremely revealed from the broken plaque, and instantly attacked the body of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk.

can be due to inertia.

Although the power of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk was suppressed, its body was falling uncontrollably.

Seeing that it was about to be pressed on himself, Shen Feng exerted all his strength just enough to wave the broken plaque.

"Bang"

The whole plaque was slapped on the huge head of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk, and after the power was suppressed, it had no defense at all, and the whole head exploded directly, and its body moved to the side a little.

In the end, it fell about half a meter next to Shen Feng.

Under the silvery white moonlight.

Dusty.

Shen Feng looked at the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk who had been slapped in the head by himself, he really didn't plan to take the life of this demon beast directly just now, and was still thinking that maybe he could accept it.

But he never expected that after being suppressed, the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk would have such a unbeaten-headed head!

Anyway, it's also the cultivation of the Seven-Star Immortal Emperor! This demon beast is aggrieved enough to die.

And Shen Feng sat directly on the ground, the strength in his body was completely consumed, and it seemed that he had to adapt to the weight of this plaque as soon as possible.

Otherwise, when he uses it to deal with demon beasts in the future, he himself will be half tired to death!

After throwing the plaque aside, Shen Feng began to regain the aura in his body.

The Storm Demon Tiger's eyes widened, although it guessed the suppressive power of the plaque on the demon beast, but when it saw a seven-star immortal emperor-level demon beast with its own eyes, it was slapped on the head by the plaque, and it still had a kind of horror in its heart.