Peerless Taoist

A soft sound was heard and Qian Feng's body instantly trembled. A trace of disbelief flashed across his eyes.    

That flying sword directly pierced through his throat, and it was so deep that it penetrated his bones!    

"Attack together. He has many methods. Don't give him a chance!" Fu Changqing shouted loudly, and at the same time, pointed his finger at the flying sword.    

Around him were dozens of flying swords.    

At this moment, these flying swords did not hold back at all and flew towards Qian Feng.    

"Pooh, poof, poof, poof!"    

A series of sounds of flying swords piercing into his body rose and fell, and Qian Feng's body was directly pierced through into sieves.    

"Hehe, this old man is best at soul refining. I would like to see what's the difference between the soul of an emissary from the Heaven Realm and those from the lower realms."    

Among Master, there was a skinny old man with a hunched back.    

This skinny old man's face was extremely sinister. Anyone who took a glance at him would feel very uncomfortable in their hearts.    

This man exuded an evil aura from inside out.    

The thin old man stretched out his hand, and his pitch-black finger lightly hooked at Qian Feng's corpse.    

Instantly, Qian Feng's corpse opened its mouth, and a wisp of emerald-green soul shot out from within.    

This soul's appearance was still Qian Feng's, but there was a pained expression on his face. When he saw the skinny old man, it was as if he had seen a fierce tiger or a wild beast. He turned around and prepared to escape.    

"A soul in my hands, how could I let you go?"    

The skinny old man muttered to himself and ignored the ruckus caused by Qian Feng's soul. He easily put his soul into a black jar.    

Dong! Dong! Dong!    

A series of violent slapping sounds rang out from within the urn before it gradually began to calm down.    

The thin old man frowned and said, "Didn't expect that you would only be able to persist for such a short period of time? I thought that there would be some difference between the people of the Heaven Realm, but it turns out that this is all there is to it."    

Qian Feng's aura could no longer be sensed in the surroundings.    

This academy genius from the past had completely died here.    

This scene was all seen by Young Master Tian.    

He originally wanted to help, but he didn't expect Qian Feng to lose so quickly.    

The main reason was that Qian Feng kept bragging about how powerful he was. Over time, Young Master Tian also believed him.    

Since Qian Feng dared to flaunt himself like this, it meant that he indeed had some ability.    

However, contrary to Young Master Tian's expectations, Qian Feng was a trash.    

Qian Feng was simply not a match for this group of cultivators from the lower realms. Instead, he was easily defeated and lost his life.    

"Trash, a group of trash. Why would I believe this trash, causing me to be in danger?" Young Master Tian was filled with regret.    

However, right now, he didn't want to lose his life here for nothing.    

"Fu Qi!"    

Young Master Tian immediately summoned Fu Lu.    

As soon as this Fu Lu appeared, a dragon's roar immediately erupted from within.    

This was also a beast talisman.    

What was sealed within was not an ordinary Demonic Beast's soul, but a pure-blooded dragon.    

Fu Lu, who was written using the most essential blood of the dragon race, could contain a tremendous amount of magic power. He could even faintly feel a trace of the soul pressure of the dragon race when they were still alive.    

With this pressure, it could quickly increase Fu Lu's power.    

"Not good, he still has other means!" The cultivators of the lower realm couldn't help but feel shocked when they saw this, and they all stepped forward to stop him.    

However, this was the life-saving treasure Tian Boyan had left for Tian Boyan. How could it be so easily broken?    

In an instant, the blood-red dragon soul drilled out of Fu Lu's body and broke through the barrier.