A few days later, Feng Fan's depleted divine consciousness had been fully restored, so he collected the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array and set out on the road again. After walking for dozens of miles, Feng Fan suddenly felt a powerful divine sense enveloping him, which made him feel extremely depressed, and he seemed to be out of breath.

"Initial level monk in the early stage of Dacheng!" Feng Fan's heart sank, and the cultivation level of the monk who used his divine sense to pressure him immediately appeared in his mind. This person should be one of the monks who came to the Purple Rainbow Immortal Mansion to hunt for treasure this time, and he has already firmly fixed his eyes on himself. If this person has bad intentions and doesn't mind killing him, his body can be used as a sojourner for the Lonely Soul Corpse King, and his soul can be refined into a high-level ghost. Feeling that powerful divine sense was getting closer and closer to him, Feng Fan did not panic, but stopped and waited quietly.

After a while, a brown light appeared on the ground in the distance, and the light moved rapidly like a lightning speed, and in a very short time, it was more than ten feet in front of Feng Fan.

The brown light dissipated, revealing the face of a middle-aged monk. This man has a handsome and elegant complexion, his eyes are as deep as stars, and he seems to be able to perceive everything in the world, and his brown coat is embroidered with a flying dragon, and his body exudes an inviolable momentum.

"Are you one of the treasure hunters this time?" the brown-clothed monk glanced at Feng Fan, who had not driven out any ghosts, and his expression could not hide a sense of contempt.

"So what?" Feng Fan replied coldly.

"Leave the jade slip that entered the Purple Rainbow Immortal Mansion, and I can let you leave safely. Seeing Feng Fan's indifferent demeanor, which seemed to have no fear at all, the brown-clothed monk forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, his eyes were filled with a little killing intent, and he dropped a cold word.

"Hehe, do you think that you can do whatever you want as a high-level cultivator?" Feng Fan sneered and mocked.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" The clear face of the brown-clothed monk suddenly distorted slightly, and the words of murderous intent resounded in Feng Fan's ears. Feng Fan stopped talking, his mind moved, and the Lonely Soul Corpse King suddenly appeared in front of him.

"No wonder you are so arrogant, you originally relied on this ghost thing, but I didn't expect that the little Hua Dan stage monk actually had such a thing as the Lonely Soul Corpse King, and it was the Lonely Soul Corpse King of the Dacheng Stage! It's a pity that not only do you have to die today, but the Lonely Soul Corpse King will also change hands!" The aura emanating from the humanoid puppet that appeared in sight made the brown-clothed monk's face change slightly at first, and then he seemed to remember something, and his face became pleasantly surprised.

After all, the Lonely Soul Corpse King is a rarer thing than the ghost, if this ghost thing is subdued and refined, it is equivalent to having an additional clone with the same level of cultivation as himself, which greatly increases his power when facing the enemy, so any monk will be greedy when he encounters such things as the Lonely Soul Corpse King and the Ghost Spirit.

As for the idea that the monk who can possess this ghost creature may have a special identity or ability, it has long been forgotten by the brown-clothed monk. And although this Lonely Soul Corpse King is at the same level as him, the ghost thing is a ghost thing after all, and his spiritual intelligence is definitely inferior to that of a human monk, so the brown-clothed monk is sure to rely on the treasure he has to subdue this ghost thing, and as for the opponent of the Transformation Pill Stage who controls this ghost thing, he can directly ignore it.

Feng Fan's left hand moved slightly, and a heaven-level silver light shield talisman was held in his hand, facing such a powerful opponent, coupled with the experience of fighting with the lonely soul a few days ago, Feng Fan did not dare to have the slightest support. The brown-clad monk sneered, and his figure vanished like a ghost.

Feng Fan slapped the talisman in his hand towards his body, and a layer of silver light immediately appeared around his body. The arms of the Lonely Soul Corpse King in front of Feng Fan shook rapidly, and the black shield and the short knife ancient treasure appeared at the same time, the shield was blocked in front of the Lonely Soul Corpse King, and the short knife was directly held in the hand of the Lonely Soul Corpse King.

The brown-clothed monk suddenly appeared on Feng Fan's side after taking a breath, with a heavy killing intent on his face, and his left hand flicked at Feng Fan, and a white light shot out.

Feng Fan looked intently, only to see a flying sword transformed into a true yuan fiercely piercing the silver light mask. After the flying sword stabbed the light mask, the light mask produced a violent tremor. Although the flying sword turned invisible in the end, the light mask was still intact, Feng Fan was also shocked in his heart, it seemed that the attack of the Dacheng Stage monk was really fierce, if it wasn't for relying on the heaven-level defense talisman, he would have died just now.

Feeling the true element fluctuations of the light shield on the periphery of Feng Fan's body, the brown-clothed monk knew that it was transformed by a heaven-level talisman, and his face showed a hint of surprise, the early initial level monk of the Huadan actually had such a talisman, which made the brown-clothed monk a little unbelievable.

The scimitar in the hand of the Lonely Soul Corpse King slashed at the brown-clothed monk with a backhand, and the brown-clothed monk's body retreated, dodging the attack of the scimitar, and then raised his right hand, and pointed at the scimitar in the hand of the Lonely Soul Corpse King, and another sword qi shot out. With a sound of "Zheng", the sword qi hit the scimitar and disappeared in an instant, while the Lonely Soul Corpse King's arm trembled slightly, and it seemed that the sword qi was extremely powerful.

The brown-clothed monk pinched his hands, and bursts of green qi surged around his body, and the green qi turned into a closed cyan light curtain, completely covering it. After setting up the True Yuan Imperial Shield, the Brown-clothed Monk's hands changed, and a huge red and yellow flame suddenly appeared.

The Brown Friar's hands swept towards the earth, and the flames slammed into the ground. In an instant, countless huge waves of fire formed in front of the brown-clothed monk. The brown-clothed monk pointed at the waves of fire in front of him, and countless waves of fire came out in sequence, rushing towards the Lonely Soul Corpse King and Feng Fan frantically.

The Lone Soul Corpse King pointed at the shield in front of him, and the shield was black and swelling, and it suddenly soared. The waves of fire slammed into the giant shield, and earth-shattering spiritual power fluctuations poured out in all directions. A part of the aftermath slammed into the silver light mask around Feng Fan's body, causing the silver light mask to tremble slightly. After the countless waves of fire turned invisible, the humanoid puppet inhabited by the Lonely Soul Corpse King took a few steps back, and the Black Shield Ancient Treasure in front of him also shrank a lot.

The brown-clothed monk sneered, waved his hands, and a cloud of white mist rushed out, quickly enveloping the Lonely Soul Corpse King inside. The Lone Soul Corpse King brandished his scimitar and attacked the white mist, looking not struggling.

The brown friar's left thumb swiped his index finger, and with a flick of his index finger, a drop of blood flew out. After the blood entered the white mist, the brown-clothed monk opened his mouth and spewed a breath of essence into the white mist, and then chanted an incomprehensible incantation.

As the brown-clothed monk spoke, several strange runes flew out, merging into the white mist in the time of a breath. The white mist suddenly became extremely thick, gradually enveloping the Lonely Soul Corpse King inside. The movements of the Lonely Soul Corpse King within it became slow, and in a very short period of time, the white mist turned into ice, freezing the Lonely Soul Corpse King inside.

The Brownfriar had just cast a strange spell called "Ice", a high-level spell that could trap the opponent in a limited area, preventing the opponent from attacking or leaving the area. However, this spell cannot stop some of the opponent's defenses, such as the light shield formed by the True Yuan Shield and the Rune, as well as the opponent's Divine Sense attack. Freezing has no effect on the caster's attacks, which is also the magic of this spell.

It's just that this kind of spell is extremely depleting of true element, and it is only effective for opponents of the same level or low level, and it cannot condense the opponent's true element and divine consciousness, so this kind of spell is not a super-level spell, it can only be regarded as a high-level spell.

This spell requires special spells in addition to consuming essence blood and essence. Just now, I saw that Feng Fan drove out the Lonely Soul Corpse King who was exactly the same level as his cultivation, and he still wanted to kill Feng Fan, relying on this secret technique.

This spell consumes extremely divine consciousness and true yuan, and it takes a month of cultivation to recover from it. Just now, I saw that Feng Fan drove out the Lonely Soul Corpse King who was exactly the same level as his cultivation, and he still wanted to kill Feng Fan, relying on this secret technique.

This spell consumes extremely divine consciousness and true yuan, and it takes a month of cultivation to recover from it. In order to end this fight as soon as possible, the Brown-clothed Friar did not hesitate to use this extremely costly spell. Although the brown-clothed monk seemed to be extremely depleting his true essence after casting this secret technique attack, his face looked sluggish, but when he looked at Feng Fan, he actually showed a hint of malice.

Seeing that the Lonely Soul Corpse King, who was exactly the same level as his opponent's cultivation, was actually frozen up, this shocked Feng Fan's heart. With one hand, a white bone shield heaven-level talisman appeared in his hand. The brown-clothed monk's expression was full of sarcasm when he looked at Feng Fan, although the consumption of true yuan was huge at this time, the brown-clothed monk boasted that he was still able to deal with a Huadan-stage monk.

With a slight movement of the brown-robed monk's right hand, a flame suddenly appeared, and after a huge amount of flames poured in, the flames turned into a red fire dragon. The fire dragon is lifelike with its teeth and claws.

"Go. With a low cry from the brown-clothed monk, the fiery dragon pounced on Fengfan. After encountering the silver light mask, the fire dragon plunged headlong into it. A rapid dull sound lingered in Feng Fan's ears, and the violent tremor of the silver light mask made Feng Fan's complexion change slightly.

"Boy, when that turtle shell breaks, it's when you die, I won't let you die too happily, I'll slowly drain your soul, haha......" The Brown Monk's threatening words resounded all around, and there was a hint of hideousness on his face, and he actually laughed wildly at the end.

"Not necessarily. As Sen Leng's words came out of Feng Fan's mouth, Feng Fan's left hand was raised, and a white bone shield immediately appeared in front of him, and then his right hand flipped over, and a small black banner appeared in his hand.

With the injection of Feng Fan True Yuan, the black banner swelled wildly, and a shocking aura emanated from it. And with Feng Fan's wave of the ghost flag, eight humanoid puppets appeared in front of Feng Fan's body.

"The ghost of the early Dacheng peak level and the peak level of the late Yuan Infant stage!" Seeing the scene that had just happened, the brown-clothed monk's face showed a look of disbelief, and his voice trembled a little.

"Who are you?!" Seeing the endless treasures on Feng Fan's body, the brown monk's face became extremely ugly, and he seemed to have an epiphany suddenly, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice. At this point, the fire dragon had already broken through the Silver Light Shield defenses, and then crashed into the white bone shield, and after a stalemate for a breath, it was reduced to nothing.