Undoubtedly, Chen Feng felt a sense of happiness. Even if he was walking, he had a steady stream of secret power entering his body. His harvest was equivalent to the hard work of ordinary secret masters for three or four days.

Wu Gang praised the behavior of ghost-eating beasts, saying that the more powerful ghost-eating beasts are, the more beneficial this trip will be to everyone.

At this time, the passage became wider, but it became very simple. The square bricks under your feet had completely disappeared, the loess was gone, and only gravel was left. The four people walked to the depths of the fog again.

"Huh? Someone is fighting ahead!" Although Chen Feng asked Minghun to follow him, his secret consciousness was far above ordinary secret agents, and he practiced the secret technique of sensing, which was very sensitive to the fluctuations of secret power. Therefore, although he did not see or hear the situation ahead, he still felt it.

Wu Gang glanced at Chen Feng with a little confusion, wondering why Chen Feng was so sure.

Everyone walked forward for more than ten steps. Wu Gang suddenly stopped, put his palm on the ground, and quietly felt it and said: "Someone is fighting in front of him. However, it is not like a battle between secret agents, but like a battle between secret agents and some monsters are in full swing."

After Wu Gang finished speaking, Xiao Long and Xiao Ling looked at Chen Feng in surprise, wondering why he could feel it before Wu Gang. Even Wu Gang was surprised. The reason why he could feel the battle ahead was because of the secret technique in his hands. Chen Feng had such at such an accomplishment at a young age, and he really should not be underestimated.

Everyone continued to walk more than ten steps and finally heard the explosion of the secret attack and the harsh hissing sound.

Chen Feng glanced at Xiao Ling and said, "You might as well put away the ghost-eating beast first."

Wu Gang also nodded and said, "Everyone is careful. We are just as strong as we are careful of being taken care of by others."

When Xiao Ling heard this, she took out the black bottle again and called the ghost-eating beast in. During this period, the ghost-eating beast was a little reluctant and made several moves to go ahead to take a look. It probably felt the breath that attracted it in front. Xiao Ling looked weak, but she had absolute control over the ghost-eating beast, and the ghost-eating beast also had a good impression of her. Therefore, although the ghost-eating beast was reluctant, she still obediently got into the bottle at Xiao Ling's request.

In front are three secret masters fighting a monster alone.

Chen Feng and others still have an impression of these three secret masters, who rushed into the fork with Chen Feng and others and then left straight away. As for the monster, wearing a black robe and holding a long fiery red fork in his hand, it looked much more powerful than the fork of a ghost-eating beast. Its head horns were black, his face was blood-red, and his eyes were blood-red, and there was a faint flame. His feet were hanging in the air, and every time he moved, it brought a hint of dark wind.

The three secrets are middle-aged men, as if they were Wu Gang. One of them held a handful of snow-white beads in his hand and threw them out from time to time. Once they touched the monster, ice would explode, making the monster's movements stiff. The other two were using the ice arrow secret technique to take the opportunity to attack.

The three secret masters discovered Chen Feng and others, but they all looked at it without making a sound, and they were concentrating on fighting the monster. The monster's long fork was very strong, and they were all limited by the freezing of the three people. The accuracy and speed were greatly lost, and they were always passively beaten. However, the ice-type secret technique has a great restrictive effect, but for the secret disciples' magic, the lethality is extremely limited and it is impossible to hit the monster in a short period of time.

After looking for a while, Xiao Long asked Xiao Ling: "Junior sister, what is this monster in front of you?"

Xiao Ling whispered: "It may be a ghost king." Neither Chen Feng nor Wu Gang expected that Xiao Ling could recognize the monster.

Xiao Ling was slightly shy under the gaze of Chen Feng and Wu Gang. After a while, she added: "The Ghost King has a ghost pill in his body, which is a great tonic for the secret agent. However, if it is not for practicing the secret technique of death, it is impossible to take it directly, and it needs to be sacrificed and refined."

The Ghost King was always at a disadvantage under the fierce battle between the three secret masters. If the secret masters' secret masters' secret power was inexhaustible, the Ghost King would eventually fall. The Ghost King's spiritual intelligence has been opened. Although it is not high, he has some judgment on the current situation, so he has changed his tactics.

It suddenly stopped moving, resisted several ice arrows, and suddenly the black fog on its body surging, as if it was boiling. Then, a string of harsh sounds came from its mouth.

The sound is constantly changing, intermittent, sometimes high or gentle, sometimes like a hidden dragon roar, sometimes like a lonely boat and a woman crying, which makes people feel confused.

"Ghost King Killing Sound!" The one among the three secret masters holding the snow-white beads exclaimed, "Cover your ears and keep your mind!"

Although he covered his ears at the first time, his warning was a little late. The Ghost King's voice suddenly changed, the treble and bass intertwined, and the change speed was significantly accelerated, which directly poured into everyone's eardrums.

When Chen Feng heard this sound, his head was also "buzzing", and the flow of blood and secret power became a stagnant. However, Chen Feng, who had experienced the invasion of the secret nightmare, had obviously much stronger resistance. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and the bluestone also emitted a faint chill, stabilizing his mind. Therefore, although Chen Feng was in pain, he could still support it.

The secret person who covered his ears was very close to the Ghost King. Although he had made some preparations, he was undoubtedly more painful than Chen Feng. His head was covered with sweat, and his muscles were exposed. He supported him for a while and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to avoid being affected by the Ghost King. He just didn't know how long he could last.

As for Wu Gang, Xiao Long and the other two secret masters rolled on the ground with their heads in their arms. The Ghost King's voice kept piercing into their minds like a dagger. The eyes of the four of them were red. Wu Gang was a little far away and his mind was still a little clear. Xiao Long's cultivation was too weak, and like the other two secret masters, they were already spitting sticky saliva and could not bear it soon.

Just a ghost king killing sound can easily reverse the situation.

Perhaps it won't take long before the two secret masters, Xiao Long and Wu Gang, will die one after another. In the eyes of the Ghost King, the rest of the people are naturally not troubled. At present, it has only used sound wave attacks, and there are other means that have not been used.

However, there was one of the people present who was not affected at all. That was Xiao Ling. The harsh voice of the Ghost King seemed to her that it did not exist.

However, although Xiao Ling was not affected, she was stunned for a moment when facing the situation in front of her, probably wondering why she was not affected, but then she became panicked and was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Seeing her senior brother's indignation, she hurried to support Xiao Long, but was pushed away by the confused Xiao Long.
Chapter completed!