The sick scholar smiled and looked happy.

"It's just a nameless sect.

But when I saw the disciples of the Chiyang Shen Sect coming out, they were not here to travel around, so I followed me.

If you can earn a little benefit, it will be an unexpected surprise.”

"It just so happens that I don't know what they are looking for, but you came to your door."

At this moment, Yu Bingbing and Qiu Yongan suddenly shook their bodies, and their brows frowned tightly, as if they had encountered something in the illusion.

After seeing this scene, the sick scholar's face suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand towards Mu Feng, and his face became a little ferocious.

"Give me the treasure quickly, otherwise you will definitely be tortured to death!"

Mu Feng's eyes also narrowed slightly, and he knew that this was the effect of the sick scholar.

After all, the method that can make people fall into a illusion has been so long, and the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

But it was because he took his pill that he could sink into the illusion and unable to extricate himself.

But the people from the Chiyang Shen Sect are not ordinary cultivators, and perhaps they have other ways to escape from the illusion.

Therefore, the sick scholar became a little anxious. After all, what he planned was not only the wordless golden book in my hand, but also wanted to get a share of the things that Chiyang Shenzong was looking for.

"Do you know what the treasure in my hand is?"

Mu Feng smiled coldly, "Even if you give it to you, can you keep it?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

A gloom appeared in the sick scholar's eyes. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Mu Feng directly. The powerful Shengyuan surged out of his body.

When he rushed to Mu Feng, he suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and a large amount of powder flew out, sprinkling and instantly enveloped Mu Feng.

"Hmph, but I dare to fight me in the early stage of the fourth level of Nirvana?"

He snorted coldly, obviously having great confidence in his poison.

But a golden light suddenly flashed from the poison powder, and a figure instantly broke through the poison powder, reached out to pinch the sick scholar's neck, and pressed him hard to the ground.

The sick scholar was shocked. At this time, Mu Feng made him feel fear that had not come to his heart.

The body exuded a golden luster, and the body was a little stronger than before.

His face, which was originally serious, was now full of majesty, and he was not angry and could do so.

"You... are you?"

He asked in horror.

Mu Feng, who had opened the Immortal Body, smiled coldly, and gradually used force in his hand, pinching the sick scholar's neck into a deep depression. The bones creaked, almost unable to withstand this force.

Mu Feng has now advanced to the early stage of the fourth level of Nirvana, so just by opening the Immortal Thanos body, he can fight against the early stage of the fifth level of Nirvana. If he uses the secret technique to imprint the law, he can fight against the full state of the sixth level of Nirvana! The sick scholar gritted his teeth, and a cold light suddenly appeared on the edge of the folding fan in his hand. The powerful holy element surged on it, and a sharp light was sucked out.

The folding fan looked ordinary, but in fact it was a holy soldier used by a sick scholar. There was actually a sharp blade hidden on the edge of the fan! At this moment, he stabbed Mu Feng's abdomen hard, trying to relieve the current predicament. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Go to die for me!"

But the next moment, he felt that the folding fan was stabbed into a hard thing. He looked down and found that the folding fan was actually grabbed by Mu Feng with one hand?

"I want to kill someone and seize treasures now?

Overestimate one's own abilities!"

Mu Feng snorted coldly, exerted force again on his hand, and the holy Yuan in his body gathered on his palm at this moment, trying to strangle the sick book to death.

But at this moment, the sick scholar suddenly opened his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and a dark green gas spewed out, instantly covering Mu Feng's head.

The original ordinary poison was useless to Mu Feng. In addition, he now turned on the form of Immortal Thanos, and he was invincible and indestructible, but this poison actually made him dizzy for a moment.

For a moment, he subconsciously let go of his hand and blocked him, but let the sick scholar take the opportunity to slip away.

"Damn kid, it turns out that you still have this method hidden, but the sudden surge of power will definitely not last long. I will drag you until these people wake up and see if you can still keep your treasure!"

The sick scholar said viciously, and he found that if he fought head-on, he was no match for Mu Feng at all, and Mu Feng seemed to be immune to toxins, which made most of his methods ineffective.

However, he still has some confidence in his speed. When the people who were dragged to Chiyang Shenzong woke up, no matter whether Mu Feng had ulterior motives or not, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Mu Feng looked at the Chiyang Shen Sect and found that the two elders' eyelids were also beating slightly at this moment, obviously they were about to break free from the illusion.

He looked at the sick scholar again. In just a moment, the sick scholar had already swept more than ten feet away in the direction of the canyon, and his body was as bright as lightning.

“Compared with speed?

Dragon Teng Xian Art!”

In an instant, a powerful holy Yuan poured into his feet, and a rich cloud fog emerged, turning into nine cloud dragons, carrying Mu Feng directly forward.

This is a super Nirvana-level body technique, with extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the sick scholar. His figure was as fast as a light spot, leaving behind shadows along the way for a long time.

The sick scholar was stunned. He only saw a phantom coming from his side. When he came to his senses, he found that Mu Feng was already standing in front of him.

"If you know my secret, you can only ask you to die!"

In an instant, the Qingxiao Sword was held in his hand, and a huge thunder was released in an instant.

The arc jumped around, densely packed, instantly turning into a thunder pool within a radius of 100 meters! The sword technique of thunder! Mu Feng raised the long sword in his hand, and a giant elephant phantom seemed to condense from the countless thunders, and then ran forward wildly, and in an instant, countless sword lights attacked.

"No...no!"

The sick scholar's pupils suddenly shrank, reflecting countless thunderous appearances. He raised the folding fan in his hand, and the holy essence in his body came out frantically and condensed in front of his body, trying to block the attack.

But when the sword light fell, Mu Feng slowly walked forward two steps, and the Qingxiao sword in his hand was put into the space holy weapon.

The sick scholar on the opposite side began to fold the fan from his hand and split it into two halves, followed by his arms, then his head and the entire body.

The sick scholar was killed by a sword, and his whole body of cultivation was empty.

Countless thunders surged up, but in an instant, the corpse of the sick scholar turned into powder all over the ground.

A gust of breeze blew, and the pile of smoke and dust were blown away without any trace.

This person who was deliberately hiding in the team disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!