"Don't panic, this stealth rune can sustain up to a dozen breaths when attacking and defending. At this time, the opponent used a special magic weapon containing 10,000 years of gold and molybdenum to attack, and although the momentum was fierce, the invisibility spirit rune would be consumed faster. Murong Yuanze's divine sense prompt voice sounded in Murong Xuanchen's mind again.

"Grandpa, should I use the Tizhen Diagram in the Five Directions Blue Lotus Technique? After all, after casting, I can go beyond the two levels of Feng Fan, and inject the true yuan into the shield formed by the defensive spirit rune, and it can also increase the defense ability of the spirit rune. Murong Xuanchen eagerly replied.

"No, after you successfully cast the True Channel, it may be that the opponent's invisibility rune has lost its effect. And even if you use the Tizhen Channel, because your cultivation level has not reached the Dacheng stage, the Invisibility Spirit Rune will still be valid for you. Murong Yuanze secretly smiled bitterly, this grandson of his was in a hurry to use the Tizhen Guide, even if the cultivation level was raised, the increase in the defense of the spirit rune was not very obvious. At this time, the second layer of defensive shield outside Murong Xuanchen's body collapsed, and Murong Xuanchen's expression changed greatly.

"Don't panic, wait until the Fengfan Stealth Spirit Rune loses its effect, you can use Tizhen Yin to raise your cultivation to the early initial level of Huadan, and then use the Five Directions Buddha Sound Technique and the Illusory World Magic Technique in the Five Directions Blue Lotus Technique, you will definitely be able to kill it. Even if there is an accident, you will make it impossible for him to escape death with the Heaven-level mid-level Blood Knife Talisman I gave you. Murong Yuanze's divine sense transmission calmed Murong Xuanchen a lot.

With a "whoosh", the third layer of shield also disappeared without a trace at this time under the rain-like attack of the scimitar in Feng Fan's hand. Feng Fan sacrificed several pieces of super-grade crystal jade on the one hand, absorbing the true yuan from them, and on the other hand, he accelerated the pace of the attack.

"Father, why is the strongest strength that Feng Fan can exert so much higher than his apparent cultivation level?" When Murong Yuanze was engrossed in using his divine sense to sense Feng Fan, Murong Fengyang's divine sense transmission voice was heard in his mind.

"It may be because of the special reason of the exercises practiced, what is the specific reason, this will have to wait for the opportunity to take it down in the future, and then explore it through soul searching. There must be a lot of secrets hidden in this kid, all kinds of spirit runes emerge in an endless stream, plus the scimitar magic weapon containing 10,000 years of gold molybdenum, which is very suspicious. Murong Yuanze groaned slightly, and transmitted a message to Murong Fengyang's divine sense.

"I don't know if Xuanchen can survive this catastrophe?" Murong Fengyang's voice of inquiry sounded in his mind again.

"It doesn't matter, although Feng Fan's attack at this time is extremely fierce, the true element sealed in that stealth spirit rune has been almost consumed, and it is estimated that it will completely dissipate after defeating Xuan Chen's fourth layer of defensive shield. And that kid uses a special magic weapon to attack, which in itself is extremely consuming of true yuan, I'll see how he will deal with it in the next moment. Murong Yuanze's cold voice resounded in Murong Fengyang's mind.

"What my father said is extremely true!" Murong Fengyang's face softened, and his divine sense echoed.

With a "whoosh", the fourth layer of defensive shield around Murong Xuanchen's body was destroyed, and Feng Fan, who felt that the stealth spirit talisman was about to collapse, once again accelerated the pace of attack, and finally when the fifth layer of defensive shield around Murong Xuanchen's body was about to collapse and Murong Xuanchen was about to open the high-level defensive talisman again, Feng Fan's figure appeared in Murong Xuanchen's sight.

Putting away the scimitar and throwing away the crystal jade that had been sucked dry of the true yuan, Feng Fan's figure retreated sharply, and finally stood more than ten zhang away from Murong Xuanchen, looking at Murong Xuanchen with a playful gaze. The corners of Feng Fan's mouth showed a hint of mockery, as if he was laughing at Murong Xuanchen's panic just now.

Murong Xuanchen's hands quickly changed the magic technique, and countless dazzling lights shot out from his hands, turning into countless golden blades. The golden blades were entangled together, forming a huge pillar of light, which quickly turned into a golden dragon. Countless golden rays emanated from the golden dragon, dazzling, brilliant, and imposing!

Murong Xuanchen's face was fierce, and he whispered a spell in his mouth. In an instant, the golden dragon suddenly burst out with an even more dazzling brilliance, and then floated under the wrapping of ten thousand golden rays, and only then did it levitate without moving away from Murong Xuanchen's hands.

When the golden dragon was formed in Murong Xuanchen's hands, Feng Fan's hands kept waving. Countless silver ice picks appeared around Feng Fan, and the ice pick technique was completed, and countless silver rays flashed around Feng Fan's body.

Murong Xuanchen waved his hands and threw the golden dragon at Feng Fan without hesitation. Sensen's chill was pushed out from the golden dragon, and its momentum swept through the sky, as if a violent wind swept through. Feng Fan did not show weakness, and with a flick of his sleeves, the ice pick exuded a monstrous ferocity, erupting into countless earth-shattering aura, sweeping towards the golden dragon like thunder and lightning.

With countless earth-shattering loud noises, the golden dragon and the ice pick met, conjuring up countless dazzling and dazzling lights, and countless mighty forces erupted and enveloped all directions. For a moment, the void trembled, and it shook in all directions.

As the number of icicles continued to decrease, the size of the golden dragon also shrank rapidly, and the true essence of the two of them quickly poured into it. Murong Xuanchen raised his hand and pointed at the golden dragon, and the golden dragon instantly turned into countless golden blades, cutting through the sky, and with a violent killing intent, it swept towards Feng Fan like an overwhelming force.

As the Wind Fan Clothes fluttered, a huge amount of True Yuan rushed into the remnant ice picks, and the cold light flashed in the void, and countless silver rays rose into the sky, overwhelmingly swarming towards the golden blade.

"Zheng Zheng ......" Countless crisp ice-breaking sounds resounded on the top of Feitian Mountain, and thousands of dazzling rays of light swarmed out, surging and incomparably transformed into thousands of lights and shadows, exuding an endless killing aura.

Ice picks and fragments of golden blades fell like raindrops, dazzling and flashing in the sunlight, gold and silver light rolled around, powerful True Yuan fluctuations impacted the surrounding monks, and individual Qi Gathering Stage monks even subconsciously opened the True Yuan Imperial Cover.

Although Murong Xuanchen's strongest strength was in the late stage of foundation building, it was still inferior to the strength of Feng Fan, who was between the peak of the late stage of ordinary foundation building and the early stage of Huadan, so he gradually took advantage of the disadvantage in the battle of ontology spells.

After countless rounds of fierce collisions, the number of golden blades rapidly decreased, and the color of the remaining golden blades also became much darker. Although the number of icicles has also decreased sharply, its momentum has not weakened significantly. Gradually, the ice pick compressed all the golden blades into a confined range, and after another round of fierce collisions, all the golden blades finally became invisible.

Feng Fan raised his hand and pointed at it, and the remaining dozens of ice picks rose into the air, exuding a compelling aura. Feng Fan shook his robe, and the ice pick shot out, like a dragon out of the water, rushing towards the opponent, Sen Han's killing intent overwhelmingly locked Murong Xuanchen.

Seeing the ice pick coming at a galloping speed, Murong Xuanchen's expression changed slightly, and with a slap of the storage bag, a layer of yellow light instantly appeared around his body. Murong Xuanchen opened a high-level defensive talisman with a wood attribute at a critical moment.

The ice pick slammed into the yellow light shield like a demon of the Nine Ghosts, and a powerful force roared out. "Boom ......" accompanied by countless muffled sounds, the ice pick and the light mask met, bursting out dozens of rays of color, and the two collided and entangled. With the flashing brilliance, the sound sounded endlessly, and the low sound of air tearing was overwhelmingly surging towards the surroundings, and it seemed to be like a meteor rainstorm gushing out one after another, and its momentum shocked the heavens and the earth.

As the light mask continued to ripple, Murong Xuanchen's face gradually became unsightly. After a while, the ice picks all turned into invisible, and the yellow shield around Murong Xuanchen's body finally disappeared after a violent tremor. The high-level defensive talisman had already been scrapped after only blocking a round of remnant attacks from the opponent's body spell, which made Murong Xuanchen even more shocked by Feng Fan's strength.

Seeing that the Ice Pick Technique failed to cause any damage to Murong Xuanchen, Feng Fan did not attack again, but quietly waited for Murong Xuanchen's next move.

Because the strongest strength he can exert is stronger than his opponent, Feng Fan is not in a hurry to attack, so as not to expose flaws. Moreover, Feng Fan also consumed a lot of True Yuan in the battle just now, and he also needed to take a rest. With a wave of one hand, several pieces of super-grade crystal jade appeared in front of him, and Feng Fan then quickly absorbed the true yuan from the crystal jade.

Murong Xuanchen's face was extremely cold, his hands quickly changed the magic technique, and countless cyan true yuan rushed out of his hands. True Yuan surrounded Murong Xuanchen's body, and five illusory shadows appeared.

Gradually, as the frenzied gushing out of the True Yuan, the five illusory shadows gradually materialized, and finally formed five cyan lotus flowers. The lotus flower emitted a faint cyan brilliance, shining on Murong Xuanchen.

Murong Xuanchen's hands changed, silently recited the mantra, and forcibly guided the true yuan in his body to run for several weeks. Suddenly, a powerful aura of the early initial level of the Hua Dan was scattered from Murong Xuanchen's body. At this moment, Murong Xuanchen, who had cast the Five Directions Blue Lotus Technique, had already completed the casting of the Tizhen Quotation Spell.

Murong Xuanchen pinched a few strange spells with both hands again, and his body suddenly skyrocketed, and the cyan light around his body turned into a pale golden brilliance at this moment.

This light is like the light of the Buddha who has been born, which makes people immediately produce a feeling of fairy sound, Sanskrit sound, and spring breeze. And Murong Xuanchen then whispered a few incantations, and his body suddenly emitted an even more dazzling golden light when it was two feet high.

After Feng Fan was shrouded in all the golden light, a voice full of peace and fraternity came from his ears: "Put down the butcher's knife, stand on the ground and become a Buddha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turn back to the shore ......" This voice was like a heavenly sound, shaking the hearts of many monks. Feng Fan's heart suddenly swelled with a heart of great compassion, and it seemed that they had become peaceful and tranquil together.

"Could it be that the many killings I have experienced are all sins? All the people of the world will eventually turn into a cup of loess!What is the point of cultivating the truth...... Countless similar negative thoughts welled up in Feng Fan's heart.

With confusion and a hint of sadness on his face, Feng Fan slowly lowered his hands, and the crystal jade in front of him, who had not yet been sucked dry of the true yuan, fell to the ground because he lost the control of his divine sense.

"Second Uncle...... is it you, are you not dead?" Feng Fan looked at the illusory figure in front of him and muttered a low voice. Scenes from childhood emerged in front of me like a white horse, and the old figure was so familiar! The kind face and kind voice were all the pain in Feng Fan's heart!

"Second uncle, don't leave me......" With the disappearance of the illusory figure in front of him, Feng Fan raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye......

Some of the disciples of the Qi Gathering Stage Flying Heaven Sect who were shrouded in golden light unexpectedly burst into tears, muttering words of repentance in their mouths, and their faces were full of compassion, as if they were experiencing some kind of spiritual cleansing and enlightenment.

Murong Yuanze and Murong Fengyang's faces finally showed a hint of a smile, Murong Xuanchen successively used the Tizhen Yin and the Five Directions Buddha Sound in the Five Directions Blue Lotus Formula, and the Five Directions Buddha Sound displayed by Murong Xuanchen, who temporarily possessed the cultivation of the Dan Stage, was really extremely powerful, and it actually lost the minds of so many people.

Illusory Yue Zhenren and Taiqing Zhenren's faces changed drastically, the previous Murong Xuanchen's cultivation level had already shocked the two of them when they were raised to the initial level of the early stage of Huadan, and the spells they cast afterwards actually lost their true nature to so many low-level disciples, and the spells in this high-level exercises made these two Yuanying-level monks extremely shocked.

In addition to being shocked, Taiqing Zhenren also showed a wry smile on his face, it seemed that Feng Fan would definitely be defeated. Because at this time, Feng Fan is like meat on a chopping board, and it can be said that he can be slaughtered by Murong Xuanchen.

At this time, the moment Duan Yunsheng, who was standing around and watching, was shrouded in golden light, his expression suddenly changed, and Feng Fan, who was covered with blood, appeared in front of him, although his face was still that resolute, but it was a little pale and bloodless.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you, I don't want you to be hurt...... Duan Yunsheng shouted miserably, but this voice was annihilated by the golden light, and it failed to spread out at all.