Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 355: Battle with the Phantom Abbot

"The cultivation level of the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation?"

Ye Feng was shocked when he heard this, but then he decided to ask for it.

"Thank you, two senior brothers. No matter what, I will give it a try!"

Since the opponent had great magical powers, Ye Feng did not invite them to accompany him. After bowing to them, he left Yihong Courtyard and turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Seeing that Ye Feng was determined to go, the two did not try to stop him. The Phantom Zen Master had a strange temper and was not as easy to talk to as the two of them, so it seemed that they did not want to go together.

Ye Feng flew through the air, but before he got close to the Illusion Temple, he was stopped by a group of monks in black robes.

"Donor! The front is where my Phantom Temple is located. It's not easy to pass!"

An old monk holding a Zen staff bowed with one hand.

"I'm here to look for Abbot Phantom, please ask him to come out and meet me!"

Ye Feng put his hands behind his back and spoke rudely.

"Please forgive me, the abbot is in retreat and it is not convenient to see guests!"

The old monk said.

"Humph! If he doesn't see me, I will turn your Phantom Temple upside down!"

Ye Feng waved his sleeves, and a powerful magic power swept towards these people, shocking them and making them retreat.

"Senior! Please don't embarrass us. We are just following your orders!"

Seeing that Ye Feng had profound magical powers, the old monk changed his arrogant attitude and bowed respectfully while speaking.

"In that case, I'll just charge in!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, a sword light suddenly flew out from his body and killed these monks.

Puff puff puff puff!

After several sounds were heard, these monks screamed and died on the spot.

The highest cultivation level among these people is only in the late Jindan stage, and they are no match for Ye Feng at all.

Hearing the screams from this side, another group of black-robed monks flew over from a distance.

"You thief, you dare to kill my people from the Phantom Temple, you are courting death! Kill them!"

A burly bald monk shouted coldly, and a golden sword suddenly flew out from his hand. After the sword flew out, it spun around, and its body grew rapidly, and after a moment it grew to about 70 or 80 feet long.

The huge long sword slashed towards Ye Feng with a whoosh!

Ye Feng smiled slightly and grabbed the giant blade with one hand. He grabbed it with force.

There was a sound of "crackling"!

The giant blade shattered immediately.

"ah...?"

What kind of magical power was this? He crushed a top-grade magical weapon with just one hand. Everyone was so scared that they stood there in shock.

"court death!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and a green sword light flew out again, killing these people.

Puff puff puff puff!

In a moment, everyone died on the spot.

In the distance, a large number of black-robed monks flew towards this side.

"Master Phantom, why don't you come out to see me? If you don't come out, I will kill all your disciples!"

Ye Feng mobilized the powerful magic power in his body and transmitted his message throughout the Phantom Temple.

"You all stand down!"

An old voice suddenly came, and in a moment an old monk wearing a black cassock and holding a black Zen stick appeared not far from Ye Feng.

"My fellow Taoist, you have a strong murderous aura! Let me save you!"

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited scriptures silently. Black cross-shaped runes flew out from the old monk's hands and attacked Ye Feng.

Whoosh whoosh!

"I think you, old monk, have even more murderous intent than I do!"

Ye Feng pointed his finger and a long sword wrapped in purple electric light appeared not far away. It was the Thunder Sword Technique.

The purple electric light crackled and shot out with a whoosh, attacking the black cross runes.

Bang bang bang!

There were collision sounds, and those black cross runes were broken one by one by the purple sword.

The purple sword went straight towards the old monk.

The old monk pointed the black Zen stick in his hand forward, and a black light shot out.

Bang!

The purple sword collided with the black light, causing the energy to spread to all directions, and then the figures disappeared.

"You are only at the late Nascent Soul stage, yet you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me!"

The old monk immediately raised the black Zen staff in his hand. The black Zen staff spun around and smashed towards Ye Feng hard.

Ye Feng waved his robe sleeves, and thirty-six green swords flew out, forming a beautiful arc and attacking the black Zen staff.

Bang bang bang!

The attack on the black Zen staff made a spitting sound.

The black Zen staff hummed, and black air shot out in all directions, attacking the thirty-six green swords.

They were all smashed into pieces by the small green sword.

Ye Feng's mind moved slightly, and the thirty-six small green swords suddenly transformed into a giant green sword about ten feet long, which chopped fiercely at the black Zen staff.

The black Zen staff also grew rapidly, and after a moment it turned into a huge Zen staff about ten feet long.

The two collided instantly, and with a loud bang, an earth-shattering sound was heard.

Ye Feng's body trembled slightly, and he retreated several steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Really amazing, worthy of being an old monster in the early stage of transformation!"

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

"Where did this kid come from? He was able to take my attack. Even a cultivator in the Quasi-God Transformation Stage would not be able to take it.

It was really not easy for him, who was only at the late stage of Nascent Soul, to take it on.

It seems that if there is no treasure on the body, even if there is any opportunity!"

The old monk thought secretly in his heart.

Bang!

Another loud noise was heard, and the giant sword and the Zen staff were shaken back and returned to the hands of the two men.

The old monk had no intention of giving up. He immediately took off his black robes and threw them into the air.

Then the black cassock emitted a bright black light, and countless black rays of light shot towards Ye Feng.

Whoosh whoosh!

These black lights are as dense as raindrops!

A blue sword formation appeared in front of Ye Feng, and then thousands of sword lights shot out at the same time, attacking the black light.

"Fellow Daoist! We have no grudges against each other, why do you want to kill my disciple?"

Seeing that he couldn't defeat Ye Feng for the time being, the old monk shouted coldly.

"Humph! They don't know how to appreciate your kindness. Don't they deserve to die?"

Ye Feng said coldly.

"Daoyou is making a far-fetched argument!"

The old monk once again raised the black Zen staff in his hand. The black Zen staff flew onto the black cassock and stood upside down.

The black cassock and the black Zen staff began to spin rapidly at the same time, instantly transforming into a black pagoda.

The pagoda smashed down on Ye Feng with lightning speed.

This attack was comparable to that of a low-grade spiritual treasure. Ye Feng did not dare to be negligent and immediately sacrificed a small purple tripod in his hand.

After the purple small tripod flew out, it grew rapidly and met the black pagoda.

"Is this... a spiritual treasure?"

The old monk saw the grade of the purple tripod at a glance.

"You really have a treasure, no wonder you dare to trouble me.

But you have the wrong person."

The old monk smiled coldly and waved his sleeves. A black bowl flew out. After the black bowl flew out, it emitted a black light and instantly became huge, turning upside down towards Ye Feng.

This bowl is also a low-grade spiritual treasure.

On the other side, the black pagoda and the purple giant tripod collided with each other, and there was a huge explosion. Both of them were shattered on the spot.

Ye Feng's mind moved slightly, and a small blue sword turned into a blue light and shot out, heading straight for the black bowl.

Bang!

The blue sword attacked the black bowl, and the black bowl shattered with a snap.

"Impossible, impossible! Your little sword and my alms bowl are both low-grade spiritual treasures. It is impossible for my alms bowl to be defeated by you."

How could he know that although Ye Feng's Sea Spirit Sword was a low-grade spiritual treasure, with the nourishment of the small gourd, its power was almost the same as that of a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

How could his bowl be a match for him!