Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

At least it can trap the Lietian for a few hours.

Chen Feng looked at the large formation in the sky, now all he needed to do was break it.

"I hope you can come soon."

Chen Feng couldn't be sure if this formation could block his communication.

If it couldn't, then he definitely couldn't just sit and wait for death.

Chen Feng went out and walked towards the Flame Formation.

"The Purple Star Astrology?"

A glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

When he deduced the breaking of the formation, the Purple Star Astrology was also in operation, and one by one the runes were broken.

The entire Flame Sky dimmed slightly.

But the consumption on the mind was also great.

"A quasi fifth-grade formation is still a bit difficult."

Chen Feng's face was a little pale, and he swallowed a Dragon Fruit with his backhand.

In less than a moment, his breath returned to normal, and his blood became even more vigorous. The blood in his body was stirred and polished by the power of the medicine.

"A fifth-grade formation master."

There was a hint of fear in Chen Feng's eyes.

"No, maybe not, but a quasi fifth-grade."

There was the power of the Primordial Spirit in the formation, it was a Soul Formation shot.

Suddenly, he felt his hair stand on end.

Would a Soul Formation be so bored?

He was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, how could he attract the attention of a Soul Formation?

Moreover, this is Great Chu.

If an external force enters and it is a Soul Formation attacking a Nascent Soul of the local force, it will inevitably provoke the hostility of the two major forces, which is not worth the loss.

The problem is that the other party helped, but the one who actually carried it out was Lietian.

Not themselves.

Chen Feng was more inclined to the royal family, while Lietian came from the immortal sect.

Lietian had a deep grudge against Chen Feng, a hatred of killing his son.

The reasons and motives for the shot were all there.

And it was even an irrefutable reason.

"So, there is no Soul Formation on the other side!"

After thinking for a moment, a glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

Even if there are people on the other side, they will not exceed the peak of Nascent Soul, and they belong to the kind that can be easily defeated.

In that case...

The stagnant water comes alive.

"Break the formation!"

A cold light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

The supreme treasure sword box was used, locking the position of the formation eye, forcibly crushing the main rune.

The golden and black sword box emitted the aura of the Golden Geng, and the power of killing broke through the sky.

"Stab!"

Chen Feng snorted coldly.

The sword box opened, and seven golden Geng blades flashed past, each rushing towards a position of the formation eye.

"Boom!"

The long sword entered the formation, stirring up the fierce clouds.

The sky became illusory for a while, and the terrifying flames swallowed the long sword, intending to melt it.

Suddenly.

A fire from the sky fell like a meteor.

Once it landed on the ground, such flames would definitely burn the surrounding hundred miles into nothingness, causing great harm.

Chen Feng didn't care about that anymore, he controlled his mana and manipulated the sword in the fire curtain.

Sword qi slashed out one after another, and flames fell from the sky constantly.

Soon, the fire curtain became illusory.

Chen Feng shouted, and a long sword wrapped in thunder and engraved with countless fierce runes appeared in his hand.

"Shocking Heaven!"

"Thunder Slash!"

Chen Feng shouted, his entire body's thunder attribute power was exhausted, and he slashed towards the center of the fire curtain, into the vortex created by the seven swords.

A thunderous sound resounded.

The fire curtain burst open.

The flames in the sky gradually receded, and sparks scattered around.

The formation was broken.

"Formation!"

On the spirit boat, the fierce venerable, who was trapped by a silk cocoon, saw the dispersing fire curtain and the lingering fiery red clouds left behind, and his state of mind was somewhat collapsing.

"You actually broke the elder's formation?!"

A roar came from not far away.

A man dressed in a robe rushed over, roaring.

"The fierce venerable is dead?!"

"Then you will die too!"

The man in the robe struck out with a palm, and Chen Feng felt a gust of wind blowing, causing him to retreat several meters.

He quickly used teleportation to dodge.

"Boom!"

In the distance, a deep pit several dozen zhang deep and three li wide appeared, emitting smoke.

"Nascent Soul peak!"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, and another golden leaf shattered in his hand.

He took out a small stack of spiritual talismans and threw them into the sky.

The spiritual power gathered and formed into a golden-bodied arhat, crushing and striking with a punch.

Pushing the opponent back several meters.

"Great Prestige of the Heavenly Dragon!"

Chen Feng silently recited, forming a hand seal with one hand.

The spiritual power and blood in his body were rapidly consumed.

A golden dragon condensed and formed, with a terrifying body hundreds of meters long. Angry expression flashed in its golden eyes, emitting boundless pressure, roaring and charging towards the man in the robe.

"What kind of technique is this?!"

The man in the robe was shocked. He could clearly sense the pressure emitted by the dragon.

A lifelike true dragon charged over, causing his heart to skip a beat.

An anxious feeling arose, and he raised his hands, releasing a ripple of spiritual power.

Intending to intercept the dragon.

This attack consumed a lot of Chen Feng's energy.

Not far ahead, energy fluctuations broke through the sky, the sound of a dragon's roar echoed, and the red clouds were swept away, leaving behind specks of golden light.

Chen Feng took out a Dragon Swim Fruit and swallowed it in two bites.

The pure energy washed through his body, cleansing his blood vessels, instantly replenishing his deficiency. His spiritual power was boiling, his aptitude was improving, and his bloodline factor was slowly changing with a breath.

Another Great Prestige of the Heavenly Dragon was unleashed.

After the opponent retreated dozens of meters, he roared and charged towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's expression changed, realizing that his strength was still lacking.

Even though he unleashed a powerful attack, it also consumed a huge amount of his spiritual power. Although its power was not weak, it was still lacking against a Nascent Soul peak cultivator.

"At least it's a fusion technique!"

A greedy expression appeared in the man's eyes. Chen Feng's two attacks made him feel shocked and terrified.

If his strength was slightly weaker, he would probably be suppressed and beaten.

A technique that could make a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator erupt with such power must have a high rank.

"Kill him, seize this secret manual, and then I will take on the great responsibility of the world!"

His greedy thoughts surged in his mind, and his spiritual power became even stronger, intending to deliver a fatal blow.

The wind and clouds changed, and a burst of demonic sound came from the sky.

The man in the robe paused for a moment, and a clear shout came from the air, gradually approaching.

"Daring, come and die!"

Sheng Linmei appeared and attacked with all her strength.

The power of Soul Formation was fully displayed, shaking the heavens and earth.

"Heavenly Demon Sect's representative saintess?!"

"You can't attack me!"

"Unless you want..."

"I want you to f*** off!" Chen Feng couldn't bear it anymore. He unsheathed the sword box in his hand, and the power of seven magic swords shocked the sky, one sword after another.

A huge sword appeared out of thin air, pressing down on the earth with its oppressive force.

It slashed heavily towards the man in the robe.

"Blade of Annihilation, slash!"

Sheng Linmei drew her sword, and the man in the robe, who was momentarily distracted by Chen Feng's intimidation, had his head cut off by a single sword.

Another thunderous strike came from the sky.

It struck the Nascent Soul that was about to Astral Project, sending it back.

"Imprison!"

Chen Feng waved his hand, combining the power of thunder and the power of ice, forming a cage that enveloped the man in the robe.

"Mei'er, severely injure the Nascent Soul cultivator in the formation!"

"Remember, don't really kill him, just half-dead. If possible, seal his Nascent Soul as well."

Sheng Linmei nodded silently, and with a wave of her hand, she pulled out the struggling fierce venerable from the formation.