A crisp sound came to his ears, bursting with purple light. Feng Fan looked at it intently, and saw that what attacked him was a purple sword several feet long, and it could be seen from the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted on it that it was a magic weapon. The black shield lingered for a moment, and then it was split by the purple sword.

The purple sword, whose attack power had been weakened by half, unceremoniously stabbed at the silver shield, and with a soft "boom", the purple sword paused for a moment, and then launched several attacks on the shield, and finally defeated the silver light shield in a short time.

The purple sword, whose attack power had been greatly reduced again, slowly hit Feng Fan's True Yuan Imperial Shield, and a soft sound came, and the purple sword, which had become the end of the strong crossbow, failed to defeat Feng Fan's last layer of defense after all. Rao is like this, and the True Yuan fluctuations transmitted through the True Yuan Imperial Cover also made Feng Fan feel a burst of qi and blood rolling.

Feng Fan looked up, and a black-clothed middle-aged Hua Dan early initial level monk looked at him with astonishment. From the costume, Feng Fan knew that this person was a Phantom Blood Sect monk.

The black-clothed monk was extremely frightened, and with the full force of his magic weapon at the early initial level of cultivation of the Turning Dan, he failed to kill the opponent of the initial level in the middle stage of foundation building.

It turned out that the soul that Feng Fan collected was precisely a friend of this person, so he was attacked by this person. If Feng Fan's strongest strength was not between the other late stage of foundation building and the early stage of Huadan, he would not be able to escape death under the opponent's blow.

Feng Fan flew away without hesitation, because he was on the periphery, so Feng Fan quickly flew out of this area. A heavy killing intent flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed monk, and with a wave of his robe, he rolled up the purple sword and chased after it without hesitation.

After flying over a hill, Feng Fan stopped, and saw that the view of the fierce battle was completely blocked by the hill, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Feng Fan flipped it with one hand, and the Five Elements Xuanmeng Flag appeared in his left hand, dancing with the array flag, bursts of cyan ripples around him.

As soon as Feng Fan had finished setting up the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array, the early cultivator of the Phantom Blood Sect Hua Dan, who was full of killing intent, rushed over. Seeing that Feng Fan did not flee, a sneer appeared on the corner of the blackfriar's mouth. Between the swings of his arms, the purple sword flew towards Feng Fan, and after the black-clothed monk shot a spell at the purple sword, the purple sword swelled, and a powerful force scattered out.

Feng Fan waved the formation flag, and at the same time, his body retreated sharply, the cyan ripples expanded rapidly, and the purple giant sword was blocked by the invisible thing, and it actually stopped. The blackfriar was about to make a move, when suddenly the blue light shone in front of him, and then he lost his trace of Fengfan. The Five Elements Xuanmeng Array not only blocked the Blackfriar's attack, but also expanded rapidly, finally trapping the Blackfriar inside.

"Circle!" Seeing the loss of his opponent, the blackfriar frowned, realizing that he was trapped in the large array, and unconsciously let out a low voice.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand, and the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead carried a stream of Five Elements Xuanmeng True Yuan and shot into the large array. Seeing a silver-white bead appear in front of him, the black-clothed monk patted his chest, and a pink shield made of spirit runes wrapped around it. At this moment, the black-clothed monk showed a sneering look on his face, what about the magic circle, he was a cultivator of the Transformation Dan Period, and if he wanted to kill himself at the initial level of the middle stage of the opponent's foundation, it would be simply wishful thinking.

The Soul Devourer Bead stopped on the outside of the pink shield, and the condensed True Yuan on the shield was sucked in like a flood from a burst bank, and in a very short time, the shield vanished.

Feeling the frenzied influx of the true yuan in his body into the silver-white beads that were only a few feet away from his body, the black-clothed monk's expression instantly froze, and then revealed a sense of horror. "Treasures of the Immortal Demon Realm!" Finding that the beads in front of him were different from the aura of any treasure in the mortal cultivation realm, the black-clothed monk exclaimed.

Feng Fan, who was controlling the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead outside the formation, did not have any sense of ease, although the black-clothed monk had no possibility of escaping at this time, but this place was not too far from the battlefield, and there was a possibility of abnormal changes at any time.

The black-clothed monk in the large array stared fearfully at the silver-white beads not far in front of him, and under the rapid turn of his mind, the black-clothed monk pointed at the purple giant sword, and the purple sword shot at the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead.

The two objects collided, making a crisp sound, and the purple giant sword was ejected back, while the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead only shook slightly, but did not move. The black-clothed monk flicked his fingers continuously, and the purple giant sword launched countless attacks on the Chaos Devouring Yuan Orb, but it was unable to repel it in the slightest.

Seeing that his purple sword magic weapon could not shake the spiritual treasure in front of him in the slightest, the black-clothed monk became desperate. After receiving the purple sword, the black-clothed monk fought with the last of the true elements to cast the phantom blood escape.

With a "bang", the figure of the black-clothed monk who had just become a little illusory fell heavily to the ground not far away, the black-clothed monk's face was like ashes, and the magic circle that trapped him was able to block the phantom blood escape, could it be that this magic circle came from the immortal and demon realm! Thinking of this, the black-clothed monk was shocked in his heart, and looked around with fear on his face, but except for the silver-white bead and the green patch, he still couldn't see any other scenes.

Seeing the tragic appearance of the black-clothed monk, Feng Fan showed no mercy, and with a move of his right hand, the mixed spirit devouring yuan bead that had sucked up the black-clothed monk's true yuan flew out of the big array, and was finally included in the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring.

After collecting the large array, Feng Fan's right hand was raised, and the Ziyue Golden Wheel carried a strong wind from the Five Elements Xuanmeng. With a thud, the blackfriar's head was cut off, and a stream of bloody arrows erupted, and a thick fishy aura immediately diffused around him. Retracting the Ziyue Golden Wheel to the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring, Feng Fan silently recited the incantation, and at the same time quickly played a few spells against the black-clothed monk's remnant body, and a ban was quickly formed.

"Don't!" a low, frightened voice came from the black-clothed monk's body, and then a yellow light quickly flew out, and a miserable scream resounded all around, and the black-clothed monk's soul was firmly trapped in it by the prohibition set by Feng Fan according to the Nine Mysteries Sutra.

A wisp of divine consciousness overflowed into Feng Fan's body, and then quickly entered the forbidden body, and launched a soul search for the soul of the black-clothed monk. After a while, Feng Fan's right hand moved slightly, and the soul bag was thrown out. As the prohibition around the blackfriar's remnant opened, the yellow light was quickly sucked in.

After receiving the soul bag, Feng Fan was surprised and delighted. It turned out that in addition to getting some secrets about the Phantom Blood Sect from the memories of the Blackfriar of the Phantom Blood Sect, what surprised Feng Fan was that from the memories of the Blackfriar, Feng Fan learned that in a secret place thousands of miles away, there was a peerless exercise hidden there, which was the art of forging the body. The details are located on a jade tablet in the black-clad monk's storage pouch, which was obtained more than a decade ago from another monk who had been hunted down by other monks and was poisoned and dying.

The art of forging the body, as the name suggests, is the practice of refining the strength of the body. Whether a monk is strong or not is not only related to the monk's cultivation level and weapon type, but also the strength of the ontology is also very important. If the strength of a monk's body is so strong that it is comparable to that of an ancient treasure, it is almost an invincible existence in this realm.

However, it does not mean that the strength of the body is comparable to that of the ancient treasure and that it is an immortal existence, because in addition to the method of destroying the body, killing the monk is also an attack on the divine consciousness and soul.

The Divine Consciousness and Soul attacks were extremely dangerous, and no monk would take this risk if they did not have an absolute advantage. Because once it is eaten by the opponent's divine consciousness and soul, the side that launched the attack will be destroyed.

Even if the Divine Sense is slightly stronger than that of the opponent, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the monk to launch such an attack on the opponent. Because even if you rely on a slight advantage to destroy your opponent, the monk who attacks will lose a lot of consciousness, and the recovery of your consciousness is much slower than that of cultivation.

Even if the body forging technique is strong enough to compete with the ancient treasure, under the continuous attack of the ancient treasure, the divine consciousness and soul will also be damaged due to the strong shock, which is the same reason that the ghost spirit and the ghost soul that inhabits the puppet containing the best defense material of the sands of the five elements can still be directly killed without much damage from the puppet under the continuous strong attack.

The black-clothed monk once went to the cave where the exercises were hidden, but he encountered a fourth-rank high-level wind black wolf demon beast around the entrance of the cave, and finally escaped by relying on phantom blood.

Feng Fan used his divine sense to search the black-clothed monk's storage bag, and found that in addition to the purple short sword magic weapon, some bottles and jars, magic weapons, talismans, and crystal jade, there was also a jade slip.

Immersing his divine consciousness in the jade slip, Feng Fan learned the exact location where the exercise was hidden, and learned that this kind of body forging exercise was called "Tempering the Body". This exercise is divided into two parts, the upper part is the practice of the monks of the mortal realm, and the lower part is the practice of the monks of the immortal and demon realm.

This exercise comes from the ancient Wu clan, because most of the Wu clan is mainly based on body refining, and the body of the Wu monk is the strongest existence in all the cultivation realms, but because the divine soul is not strong, it does not unify the cultivation realm in the end. With the decline of the Wu Clan, this most precious exercise of the Wu Clan was scattered in the mortal cultivation realm.

Fourth-rank high-level demon beasts!? It seems to be a powerful existence for ordinary monks, but thinking that there are eight Yuanying-level ghosts in the Ghost Banner of the Yuanying Spirit, and two of them are late-Yuanying level, Feng Fan secretly made up his mind in his heart to immediately search for this exercise when the battle in front of him is over.

After putting all the contents of the black-clothed monk's storage bag into the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring, Feng Fan sent out a few flying fire spells, burned the black-clothed monk's body, and then returned to the battlefield.

The battle is still going on, and the two forces of the demon immortals have already killed the red eyes. The entire area was filled with a breath of blood and the spirit of death, and all kinds of weapons appeared in this area, and various sounds were heard in the air and on the ground. There was the roar of the moment of the monk's tragic death, and the sound of weapons crashing, these sounds were intertwined and disturbed.

Please collect, flowers!