The two Jindan Stage Soul Sect monks in the valley were desperately trying to resist Hei Feng's attack, although it seemed that the spiritual weapons of these two Jindan Stage Monks had great restraint against Hei Feng's attack, but after all, the realm was too different, and the two Jindan Stage Monks were not as good as Li Tian to compete with the Yuan Infant Stage Monks.

After holding on for a stick of incense, the two of them finally began to crumble in their defenses.

The cold vortex outside the black-faced monk's body was only a thin layer, and the cold aura emitted was not as good as before, and under the attack of the long black hair, there was a crackling sound, shaking violently, and crumbling.

The tall and thin Jindan stage monk over there had a pale face, and the purple flame in the center of the red lotus flower above his head was already a faint trace and would be extinguished at any time.

The long black hair that came from all around did not decrease in the slightest, and the Jindan stage monk was full of anxiety.

"Hmph, I didn't expect to be able to hold on for so long, it seems that the strength of the Soul Sect is still above our expectations" Hei Feng snorted coldly, and said with a sinking face

From these two Jindan stage monks, it can be seen that the strength of the Soul Sect is not simple, just one outpost has two such Jindan stage monks, and she judged that the Soul Sect must have Yuan Infant stage masters.

Thinking of this possibility, Hei Feng put away his original contempt a lot, and at the same time understood that if the Soul Sect didn't even have a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, how could he dare to blatantly make trouble in Xuanzhou.

"Elder Taishang, do you want us to take them down?" asked a Jindan stage monk of the Heavenly Demon Sect behind him cautiously

"Hmph, these two thieves still need you to make a move?" Hei Feng snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the void.

I saw that the power of the long black hair shot out of the black ball increased dramatically, and on the side of the monk, the long black hair spun and turned into a thick sharp cone, and slammed towards the cold whirlpool with an unbreakable momentum.

Bang!

With a loud bang, white cracks appeared on the cold air vortex, and then shattered, and the black-faced monk inside snorted, and blood burst out of his mouth.

The cold vortex was broken, and the black-faced monk looked panicked, and as he flew backwards, he looked anxiously into the air, expecting help.

After the black sharp cone pierced the cold vortex, it suddenly spread out, turning into black tentacles, wrapping up, firmly wrapping the black-faced monk's limbs and neck, and pulling hard.

The black-faced monk only felt his body tense, and he tried to struggle with all his strength, but he couldn't move at all, as if he were wrapped around a strong steel net.

Then the black-faced monk was pulled by his long black hair and flew in the direction of the black phoenix.

Seeing that the black wind was getting closer and closer, the black-faced monk was full of horror and struggled, and in the blink of an eye, he was pulled by the long black hair to Hei Feng.

"You don't want to get any news from me!" the black-faced monk understood that Hei Feng had no purpose in killing him, and after being pulled over, he immediately pretended to be tough and said

"Hmph, I don't plan to interrogate slowly" Hei Feng said lightly, his right hand was raised, and black qi gushed out from his body, surrounding his right hand.

Placing his right hand on top of the black-faced monk's head, he unleashed a soul-searching technique, shooting wisps of black qi from his five fingers into the black-faced monk's skull.

Yes......!

In an instant, the black-faced monk's facial features were distorted, the bruises on his face were exposed, and his eyes became blood-red, as if he had endured great pain.

A wisp of black phoenix's divine sense burrowed into the black-faced monk's skull, searching the monk's memory according to the soul searching technique, but just as black phoenix's soul searching technique was about to succeed, a strange force poured out from the monk's sea of consciousness, instantly popping out of black phoenix's divine sense.

Then the power exploded inside the black-faced monk.

Bang!

The black-faced monk's head burst open like a watermelon, and the red and white things flew in all directions, and the black phoenix unfolded the aura light shield and blocked it all.

The long black hair threw the headless corpse aside, and Hei Feng's face became solemn, and the other party actually planted a ban in his body to avoid being searched for souls, looking at this method, the means of arranging the forbidden person are very clever, and it can be seen that the strength is extremely strong.

"It seems that the master of the late Yuan Infant stage in the Soul Sect is still in the middle stage," Hei Feng muttered to himself, and said with a solemn face

Then he turned his gaze to the other man, and with a twinkle in his eyes, a tuft of long black hair shot out, piercing the lotus flower on the monk's head.

Then the long black hair from all sides swarmed up, instantly binding the tall and thin monk and pulling him over with his frightened shouts.

"The soul searching technique can't be used, you can only use simple questioning methods" A cold light flashed in Hei Feng's eyes

In an instant, the tall and thin monk was pulled in front of him, and Hei Feng stared at this person with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly: "If you don't want to be cramped and skinned, answer my question honestly."

"Don't expect to get any news from me!" said the tall and thin monk, though his face was full of horror

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears" Hei Feng raised his right hand, a black light flashed, and one of the monk's right arms fell shoulder to shoulder, and suddenly the blood flowed like a pour, and a faint black gas wrapped around the wound, only to see that the severed place was constantly corroded.

Yes......!

From the monk's mouth came a scream, his face full of pain, as if he were being tortured by a thousand swords.

"If you don't want to suffer, answer my question honestly, how many Yuan Infant Cultivators are there in your Soul Sect?," Hei Feng asked

"You...... You don't have to ask...... I won't say it......" The tall and thin monk, though he screamed and looked very weak, still refused to explain.

Hei Feng frowned, snorted coldly, and five black hairs penetrated through the fingertips of the tall and thin monk under his control.

Yes......!

The five fingers connected to the heart, coupled with the astonishing evil qi that Hei Feng added to his black hair, the pain sensation surged tenfold, and the soul sect monk trembled all over, and a heart-rending scream came out of his mouth.

"Do you say it or not!" Hei Feng asked coldly, at this time, Hei Feng looked like a poisonous snake, and the Tiansha Sect monks who followed her all had a creepy feeling, and they all rose up with fear.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly fell from the sky, "Hehe, let us answer your question."

"What people!" Hei Feng raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashed, and his divine sense surged out, spreading in all directions, and suddenly his face changed, and he looked up at the air.

I saw four figures slowly descending in the sky above the valley, and the black robes that everyone was wearing did not exude their breath, but Hei Feng still sensed the power of these four people.

"Four Yuan Infant Monks!" Hei Feng's face changed, and she exclaimed, her heart sank, and she realized that something was wrong, but she didn't expect that the other party would come to four Yuan Infant Monks at once, and it was impossible for her to deal with four Yuan Infant Monks alone.