626: C626 Soul Power

C626 Soul Power

At this moment, the golden patterns on the ground suddenly lit up and formed a pillar of light, isolating Zhao Feng from the outside.

Seeing this scene,

Zhao Feng was happy, he never thought that this thing would be able to save his life.

"Humph!" But after so many years have passed, I do not believe that you still have a bit of strength left. Today, I will break through you. "

As he said that, the crying sound became louder. Zhao Feng only felt his hand being pulled up and was thrown towards the light pillar.

With a bang, the color of the light pillar dimmed a little bit. Zhao Feng was also knocked more than ten meters away.

Looking at this scene, the grayish-black Meatball coldly snorted. "That's all. After so long, he was once able to trap my formation.

"Right now, I can even break into the Qi Cultivating Stage. Today is the day I will leave this place."

Clang! A sound that sounded like the morning bell and evening drum sounded. Zhao Feng only felt that his mind was empty.

Immediately after, the force that bound him vanished.

He was completely free.

Zhao Feng was stunned.

He looked towards the direction where the voice came from, only to see Wei Ying holding a small golden bell. Her face was pale, but she was looking at him with a face full of happiness.

"How is it? Zhao Feng, are you free now? "

"Impossible, this is a treasure used to guard the mountain of Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. Even I fear it. How can a mere mortal control it?"

Previously, when Wei Ying relied on this to escape, he could still assume that it contained the remnants of an expert's power. After being kicked by Wei Ying, it was activated.

But looking at it now, it was completely different!

The grand Immortal Sect's treasure, was actually controlled by a mere mortal. Even though Meatball had lived for several thousand years, they had never seen such a thing.

Zhao Feng frowned and felt that something was wrong. He quickly walked to Wei Ying's side and took the small bell from her hand. "Your situation isn't right. How do you feel now?"

Wei Ying's face was pale and she seemed to be on the verge of collapse. In addition to the small golden bell in her hand and the spiritual energy fluctuations that constantly came from it, Zhao Feng was able to detect that something was amiss.

"I'm fine, I'm just a bit sleepy. Zhao Feng, don't worry about me, let's quickly leave this place..."

As Wei Ying was speaking, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell to the ground. Zhao Feng was beside her. He hurriedly supported her and carefully observed her body condition.

"Kid, how about we make a deal? You let me out and I'll save her, okay? "

The black Meatball trapped in the golden pattern spoke to Zhao Feng upon seeing this.

"Shut up. Be quiet."

Was he upset? What sort of existence was this Meatball playing with? If not for it, Wei Ying wouldn't have done this. Moreover, she would have really saved this thing.

He probably wouldn't save Wei Ying either, so the first thing he did was most likely …

Just kill him and Wei Ying.

Feeling Wei Ying's continuously weakening aura, Zhao Feng set his gaze on the small golden bell beside him. It was precisely this that Wei Ying used to fall asleep.

Just what was this thing? Wei Ying's mortal body could actually control it.

Zhao Feng held onto the thought of giving it a try and started to shake the golden bell. The bell that was like the morning bell and evening drum, which made people feel enlightened once again rang out.2

However, Zhao Feng's face was deathly pale. Just now, when he was shaking the golden bell, he realized that a part of his soul had been sucked out.

In other words, what was needed to activate this golden bell wasn't a Vital Spirit, but the soul of a person.

He was a cultivator, and his soul was much stronger than an ordinary person's. Driving this golden bell had nearly drained half of his soul energy. How could an ordinary person like Wei Ying be able to withstand such a consumption?

Once his soul force was exhausted, he would become a living dead man, with only a living shell remaining. However, he would never wake up again.

Zhao Feng's heart went cold. On his side, it didn't matter. Even if he lost half of his soul force, it would slowly make up for it. Although, it might take a long time, ten years, twenty years, or even longer.

However, all of these things didn't matter to him, as they weren't a threat to his life. However, it was different for Wei Ying. After shaking the golden bell, he was able to feel Wei Ying's soul power for a split-second.

At that rate, it wouldn't be long before Wei Ying's soul power was completely depleted.

"Is there anything in this cave that can replenish soul power?"

Zhao Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the Meatball that was not far away.

The Meatball was shocked. It looked at Zhao Feng's pair of scarily red eyes and for a split-second, it felt like Zhao Feng was its own race.

A biting light seemed to flash across his bloodshot eyes.

In this sort of situation, the grayish-black Meatball was unknowingly shocked. In that instant, it even felt a sense of fear.

However, he quickly suppressed this feeling. What sort of existence was he? When he was at his peak, the entire Immortal Cultivation Sect wasn't a match for him.

How could a small Qi Cultivation stage make him feel such a threat?

"Humph!" Something to replenish the soul, I finally understand why this mortal can activate the treasures in the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect. To actually use the soul power in order to use this thing, it actually required soul power.

That's not right! "When those old guys used it, why …"

As he said this, he didn't continue.

But Zhao Feng suddenly seemed to have grasped onto some hope. When those old guys used it, why...?

What exactly was the meaning of the following words, did he need to use his soul force, or did his Crimson Flame Immortal Sect have some sort of thing that could replenish his soul force that he could use without any limits?

Zhao Feng didn't know, but in this kind of situation, he had to give it a try.

Previously, he had heard the black-robed man say that there was a Crimson Flame Sect nearby.

Thinking about that, Zhao Feng picked up Wei Ying and the little golden bell beside him and walked out of the cave.

The gray-black Meatball looked and became anxious: "What are you looking at? If you want to save that woman, then come and release me. Otherwise, you absolutely cannot save her. "

No matter what the Meatball said, Zhao Feng was not moved. He did not believe a single punctuation mark in the words that it said.

Taking out the map, Zhao Feng found the location of Crimson Flame Sect. Carrying Wei Ying, he dashed all the way there.

In less than three hours, he already saw the entrance to the Crimson Flame Sect.

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