Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1234 Ye Xuan Goes to Battle
Sun He sighed in his heart. The martial artists that appeared out of nowhere in Zhongtian Continent were all stronger than the other. Although Chen Wu Ji's performance was stunning and Zhao Zhan was domineering enough, the current Bei Chan Feng was obviously stronger than both of them!

Is there anyone on our side who can fight against Bei Chan Feng?

Sun He knew that even if he sent his own military men to fight, they would definitely be killed.

I can only blame myself for underestimating Zhongtian Continent. I can only give up the precious land to the other party.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, it seemed that he had to take the stage himself.

The opponent's demonic soul skill not only improves the strength of the physical body, but also brings the speed and strength to an abnormal level.

Looking at the cultivators in Tianwu Continent, they all looked ashen.

Just when Ye Xuan was about to enter the game and Sun He was about to admit defeat, almost all the cultivators in Tianwu Continent thought that they had lost the bet.

Suddenly, a faint flute sound floated out from the group of cultivators on Tianwu Continent...

Hearing the sound of the flute, Ye Xuan's expression changed.

Bei Chanfeng, who had been running wild, brutal, and emitting waves of cruelty, suddenly froze. His face showed an expression of obsession and intoxication. There was even a bit of yearning.

The cruel eyes suddenly became gentle. It was as if he was recalling all the good things he had experienced. The cruelty in his body also dissipated a lot.

The sound of the flute continued to echo in the venue. Bei Chanfeng's eyes became calmer and calmer, and from time to time, he let out a silly laugh.

Ye Xuan and everyone else turned their heads to look.

But among the crowd, a young man was seen rising slowly into the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking indescribably elegant and graceful. He was holding a white jade flute, and the ethereal sound of the flute came from his mouth.

The cultivators of Tianwu Continent looked at each other and couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

It turned out that there was a master hidden among his side.

His admiration for this young martial artist couldn't help but deepen.

"He is the supreme genius of our Southern Region, Song Zhixian!"

"Great! Song Zhixian really took action. I originally thought that he was also afraid of that inhuman guy. You know, Song Zhixian is known as the phantom god of our Southern Region. He is full of illusions and is unpredictable!"

Song Zhixian played the "Fantasy Fairy Song". Although he looked calm and composed, he was actually very proud.

Especially when he heard someone calling out his name, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Song Zhixian is the top prodigy in the Southern Region. He is indeed very powerful in the art of illusion, but he is a cautious person, which is why he did not rush to fight before.

He never fights a battle he is not sure of.

Although Bei Chanfeng is very strong, other people of the same weight may be afraid of him, but Song Zhixian is not afraid at all, because the opponent's intelligence will be greatly reduced after using this demonic soul skill, which is exactly what he wants!

"I am the phantom god of the Southern Region of Tianwu, Song Zhixian. Monster, if I don't take action, do you really think that I, Tianwu, don't have anyone who can deal with you?"

As Song Zhixian played the instrument, he used phantom sounds to make sounds that reached the ears of everyone in this world. It was indescribably elegant.

"Well, since you are so cruel and violent, you must be a murderer by nature. Let me send you to reincarnation."

Song Zhixian let out a long sigh and floated in the sky, his expression seeming as if he couldn't bear to kill.

But he did not hold back at all, and directly used his most powerful killing move with a light shout.

"Illusion Prison Black Cage."

A large amount of black mist suddenly emerged from the sky above the calm Bei Chanfeng's head, completely covering him. From the black mist, there were faint sounds of ghosts howling, as if he had arrived in the Yin Luo Jiuyou, the eighteen levels of purgatory.

Bei Chanfeng was wrapped in layers of black mist, like a ghost, and looked even more eerie and terrifying.

This illusion skill of 'Illusion Prison Black Cage' was activated by the cooperation of Song Zhixian's martial soul. It had many variations and was extremely famous in the Southern Region. It was also because of this skill that Song Zhixian became famous in the region and was named the Illusion God.

"Illusion Prison Seal!"

Song Zhixian made a stroke with his right hand, and a gray mark formed out of thin air in front of him. A gray light flashed, and the gray mark rushed straight towards Bei Chanfeng.

Bei Chanfeng was slightly stunned. He didn't know how to dodge and let the gray mark penetrate his body. In an instant, his body suddenly tensed up. The demonic energy on his body had completely dissipated.

"It's done!"

Song Zhixian was overjoyed. This 'Illusion Prison Seal' could seal the soul of a martial artist, and it really worked.

Now that the opponent's soul has been sealed by me, he can be killed by me at will.

but……

Just as Song Zhixian flew away and approached the opponent, he suddenly saw the demonic light on Bei Chanfeng's body suddenly contracted and released. With a light "pop" sound, Song Zhixian's face suddenly changed. He could clearly sense that the "Illusion Prison Seal" he had cast on Bei Chanfeng's soul had been broken bit by bit.

Not only that. The demonic light continued to expand, like rippling water. Wherever it passed, the wisps of black mist all melted away. In an instant, the "Illusion Prison Black Cage" burst apart and was completely destroyed by the opponent!

Bei Chanfeng showed a ferocious smile on his face.

Song Zhixian was shocked. What was going on? His "Illusion Prison Seal" was suddenly broken.

"Die!" Bei Chanfeng roared and flashed with a claw.

Song Zhixian's hair stood on end in an instant. The opponent grabbed him with his claws. To him, it was like the end of the world and the call of death. How could he avoid such a powerful and close opponent?

Some female cultivators from Tianwu Continent couldn't help but scream and turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Originally, Song Zhixian's elegant and graceful moves made many female cultivators' eyes sparkle, but they didn't expect...

puff!

The sharp claws flashed across Song Zhixian's head, and in an instant Song Zhixian's head was shattered to pieces. He didn't even have time to escape, and was beaten to death!

"Who else!?" Bei Chanfeng shouted violently to the sky.

Seeing how brutal he was, all the Tianwu practitioners changed color. This man was not even afraid of Huan Dao. He had no weaknesses. No one of the same weight could defeat him!
"Too strong! After going berserk, he can kill two great geniuses instantly with just one claw. Who can stop him?!"

"Alas! We are completely defeated! We have countless talented people in Tianwu Continent, but no one can compete with Zhongtian's genius!"

"The gap is too big!"

"Zhongtian has been prepared for a long time, and all the top geniuses are here. I don't have any top geniuses coming here in Tianwu!"

The Tianwu cultivators all sighed one by one. It seemed that the Tianwu Continent was really the worst among all the continents.

All the martial artists were in low spirits, it was not a fight of the same level at all! Why should they continue the competition? The outcome of this third round was already decided, and it was even worse than the previous two rounds!

Sun He took a deep breath and was about to speak.

I can’t get on top of anyone anymore!

If the war continues, not only will the humiliation be greater, but it will also lead to more deaths.

Just when Sun He was about to admit defeat and give up the precious land.

"Ahem, Commander-in-Chief, let me meet him," a young man walked out and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)