The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Kuang Feng was stunned. He didn't have time to think about why the Holy Son would attack him, and quickly retreated.

Unfortunately, Meng Wan suddenly attacked with swift and violent movements. Although he reacted quickly, he was still a step slow.

Meng Wan's fist was like a meteor, hitting him hard in the face.

With a loud "crack", Kuangfeng's nose was broken, blood splattered everywhere, and the whole person flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Meng Wan did not stop there. Her figure followed closely behind like a ghost and kicked out, hitting Kuang Feng in the chest.

The kick was so powerful that it shattered Kuangfeng's sternum and caused a large amount of blood to spurt out of his mouth.

"Why, why?"

Kuang Feng struggled, his eyes full of disbelief, "Sir Saint, did I do something wrong?"

Meng Wan said nothing, but attacked silently, with fists raining down on him.

A strong sense of unwillingness burst out from Kuangfeng's eyes. He roared angrily and staggered away under the dense rain of punches.

His fear of Li Potian's strength made him unable to muster any desire to resist, and the only thought left in his mind was to escape from this place.

Meng Wan sneered and raised her hand to grab the other person.

If she couldn’t spare Xue Wuya, could she not spare a quasi-saint son of the power flow?

Kuangfeng had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight against "Lord Holy Son".

The intense fear made him only able to exert 70% to 80% of his strength.

In addition, he was no match for Meng Wan, and after fighting for more than ten rounds, he was defeated.

A trace of strong resentment and unwillingness flashed in Kuangfeng's eyes. He gritted his teeth and took out a dark green umbrella-shaped magic weapon, casting a spell towards the green umbrella while muttering something.

"The sky is round and the earth is square, command!"

The dark green umbrella was immediately opened, protecting him tightly. Even Meng Wan's fist was blocked by the spinning umbrella.

"Interesting, it's actually a real magic weapon."

Meng Wan stared at the green umbrella above the other person's head for a second longer, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand to grab the madly spinning umbrella.

When Kuangfeng saw Meng Wan grabbing the umbrella with her bare hands, he was a little panicked at first, but after seeing that she tried several times and failed to break the defense of the green umbrella, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He suppressed the resentment in his heart, slowed down his tone, and persuaded "Li Po Tian".

"Sir Saint, if you want to kill a ghost, I will help you catch it. Why bother with me?"

"This umbrella is quite unique. I don't think you have ever used it before."

Meng Wan looked at the green umbrella with a smile, looking very interested.

Kuang Feng lowered his head and said nothing. The green umbrella was his life-saving device. Now the Son of God, for some unknown reason, had taken some wrong medicine and insisted on fighting him, so he could only take out the treasure at the bottom of his box.

"Don't want to say it? Forget it."

Meng Wan shook her head regretfully, raised her hand, and the power of illusion spread out invisibly, and then she punched the dark green umbrella fiercely.

The umbrella surface sank deeply, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the umbrella ribs were actually broken by this punch!

Kuangfeng's eyelids twitched wildly and he looked up in disbelief. He glanced at the broken umbrella ribs, hurriedly folded the umbrella, and fled into the distance.

Meng Wan let out a light "tsk" and leisurely chased after him, easily taking the life of Kuangfeng, who had completely lost his fighting spirit.

After Kuangfeng died, a pure and powerful soul power poured out from his body and was easily absorbed by Meng Wan.

Feeling the comfort and desire emanating from her soul, Meng Wan licked her lips contentedly.

The benefits of killing ghosts are indeed greater than killing people!

Under normal circumstances, after a cultivator dies, his soul power will directly dissipate between heaven and earth.

Even if there are secret techniques or special spiritual weapons, the soul power that can be left behind is extremely limited.

But now, perhaps it was the mysterious altar that gave Kuangfeng the identity of a "ghost". After his death, his soul power did not dissipate at all, and all of it became Meng Wan's trophy.

After thinking about it for a moment, Meng Wan broke open Kuang Feng's storage ring and took out the dark green umbrella from it.

With a gentle shake of the hand, the umbrella opens smoothly.

The twenty-four ribs are neatly distributed under the umbrella, so how could there be any signs of breakage?

It turns out that the ribs of this umbrella have never been broken from the beginning to the end.

The strong wind was just an illusion, which made it mistakenly think that the umbrella ribs were broken.

Meng Wan folded the umbrella and threw it into the sea of ​​blood without changing her expression.

The moment the dark green umbrella was thrown into the sea of ​​blood, it immediately created splashes dozens of feet high on the calm sea surface.

The sea of ​​blood rolled with huge waves, trying to assimilate the umbrella.

A green light shone from the dark green umbrella, like a natural barrier that blocked the blood in the sky...

Meng Wan only took a quick look inward, then looked away and told the Heart-Eating Bug to continue looking for the ghost.

Compared to a person who has no power to resist, a ghost who has retained all his combat power is undoubtedly more dangerous.

But benefits and risks often coexist. It is a rare opportunity to increase soul power, so Meng Wan naturally chose to hunt ghosts.

During the remaining time, Meng Wan took Fat Bear and ran around in the secret realm, and two more ghosts died in her hands one after another.

It was not until the countdown was completely over and she was teleported to the third floor that she stopped hunting with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Meng Wan raised her eyes and looked around, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The difference from before was that this time, she was not teleported into the wild, but into an independent and closed room.

It was more like a cell than a room.

The room was not big and had no doors or windows, only a small opening about one foot square at the top.

There was a dim light coming down from inside.

Just as Meng Wan was looking around the room, that ethereal voice rang out at the right moment.

"Due to the excessive number of deaths in the previous two trials, the third round of trials has begun ahead of schedule. Please find the exit of the room and find a way to escape."

Isn't it possible to see the exit of the room at a glance? Why do we still need to look for it?

Meng Wan raised her eyes and looked upwards. At this moment, a huge roar came from above, almost blowing the whole room apart.

Immediately afterwards, a fat and pointed tongue squeezed out from the skylight above, bringing with it a gust of fishy wind and stinking rain, sweeping towards Meng Wan below!

What the hell?

Meng Wan held her breath and quickly ducked to avoid it.

The tongue seemed dissatisfied that it didn't catch its prey, and it stirred throughout the room as if to vent its anger, shaking the bed, tables, chairs and other furniture.

While dodging, Meng Wan glanced at the tongue out of the corner of her eye and her expression froze slightly.

In just a short while, the originally intact bed and tables and chairs were corroded into a pile of black residue by the saliva of this monster!

What's more troublesome is that the disgusting saliva is gathering more and more on the ground and will soon spread to where she is hiding!