Qiankun Gourd

Seeing the white lightning attacking at him like lightning, Ye Feng did not dare to be negligent. He immediately made a hand gesture, and a small ball intertwined with lightning appeared in front of him.

The small ball interwoven with lightning made crackling sounds all over its body, and at the same time, its size grew rapidly, becoming as big as a wellhead in a moment.

"Go!" Ye Feng shouted softly, and the small ball intertwined with lightning shot out instantly, attacking the white lightning.

There was a bang!

The small ball intertwined with lightning collided with the white lightning in an instant, making a bursting sound.

As soon as the two collided, Ye Feng and the Thunder Beast were both knocked back at the same time. After being more than ten feet away, they had to circulate their magic power to stabilize their bodies.

After this operation, the two of them were actually evenly matched.

"Your thunder-attributed skills are indeed powerful. If your cultivation level is the same as mine, I might not be your opponent."

"You are too kind, my friend. Your lightning-attributed skills are also amazing. I admire you very much!"

"How about this, if you can take one more blow from me, I will let you pass this level!"

The Thunder Beast saw that Ye Feng had powerful magic power and thought that if he insisted on fighting, both sides would suffer losses, so it would be better to decide the outcome in one battle.

"Please!"

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the magic power of the Thunder Beast in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul appeared, and white electric light crackled around its body. Then he opened his mouth wide, and a pillar of lightning shot out and attacked Ye Feng.

Ye Feng made a hand gesture and a long sword wrapped with purple electric arcs appeared. It was Ye Feng's Thunder Sword Technique.

The lightning sword flashed and shot out, attacking the white electric light on the opposite side.

There was a loud bang!

The two collided with each other in a moment, making a cracking sound, and the lightning sword and the lightning light were simultaneously blasted away and disappeared.

Ye Feng and the thunder beast flew backwards more than ten feet at the same time again.

"Haha! No more fighting, no more fighting! Your thunder-attributed skills are not inferior to mine, and your cultivation is still lower than mine, so I have lost."

The thunder beast sat down on the ground, cross-legged and meditated to regulate its breathing, as if a lot of its magic power had been consumed.

Seeing this, Ye Feng also sat cross-legged, took out the little fox, drank a sip of spiritual water, and began to regulate his breathing.

An hour later, both of them recovered their magic power at the same time.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist!"

Ye Feng clasped his fists and bowed slightly, then a flash of light appeared around him and he disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, Ye Feng appeared in the hall on the eighth floor.

At this time, in front of the eighth-floor hall, a black-robed man in the late Nascent Soul stage was floating cross-legged. He had a ghost head mask on his head and demonic energy was entangled behind him.

He is a magic cultivator.

Seeing Ye Feng appear in the hall, the demon cultivator slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh? What's going on? Someone actually made it to the eighth floor, and he's a human cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage?"

The demon cultivator was a little surprised and muttered to himself.

"Boy, you are no match for me, so you'd better admit defeat quickly!"

The demon cultivator stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly.

"I have come here so I don't have the courtesy to admit defeat! We will know who wins and who loses only after the fight!"

Ye Feng lightly tapped his feet and floated in the air.

"Haha! You are so arrogant, kid. If that's the case, I'll let you have a taste of pain."

After the demon cultivator finished speaking, he stood up and waved his robe sleeves lightly. A black skull suddenly flew out from behind him. As the black skull flew out, its body grew rapidly and in a moment it turned into a skull about ten feet tall.

The skull opened its mouth wide and a stream of demonic energy shot out, attacking Ye Feng.

Ye Feng pointed his finger, and the Lanyuan Sword spun out and attacked the black evil energy.

The black demonic energy swirled around and actually trapped the Lan Yuan Sword in it. The Lan Yuan Sword began to struggle slightly, and Ye Feng suddenly lost contact with the Lan Yuan Sword.

At the same time, the spiritual light on the Lanyuan Sword gradually dimmed under the influence of the evil spirit, and soon disappeared.

Ye Feng wanted to take back the Lanyuan Sword, but it was too late. The Lanyuan Sword shattered with a crisp bang.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"My Blue Abyss Sword"

The Lanyuan Sword that had accompanied him for decades disappeared in an instant, making Ye Feng heartbroken.

He is truly worthy of being a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. His strength is so formidable. Coupled with the magic techniques he practices, he is even more difficult to deal with.

"Hehe! Just bring out any treasures you have. I'll be waiting for you!"

The demon cultivator's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Ye Feng intently. He wanted to see how this young man in front of him could reach the eighth floor.

Ye Feng retreated several steps in fear, but quickly calmed himself down.

Woohoo!

The huge skull seemed a little impatient, as if it wanted to swallow Ye Feng immediately, and made a strange sound.

"The opponent's demonic energy is very strong. It seems that I can't use magic weapons to attack. I can only try the Xuandao Demonic Art."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng started to practice the second level of the Xuan Dao Magic Art. Then, a black light shone around him, and a huge black shadow appeared behind him.

This phantom had his eyes covered with a black cloth and had four huge arms.

"Demon God's Dharma Image?"

The demon cultivator's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this scene, and he took two steps back, but he quickly stabilized his body.

"I was shocked! It was just a shadow of a demon god. If you have already practiced this technique to the ninth level, I would still be a little afraid.

But if you only cultivate to the second level, I won’t take you seriously.

"

Ye Feng was seen through by the opponent at a glance, and he immediately lost his confidence. It seemed that the second level of the Xuan Dao Magic Art was not enough to threaten the opponent.

But there is no other way but to try.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng pinched his hands together, and a stream of black demonic energy suddenly shot out from his hands, attacking the black skull.

The black skull controlled the black demonic energy and attacked Ye Feng's black demonic energy.

In a moment, the two black evil spirits collided with each other, making a strange sound of devouring each other.

Oh oh oh!

After about a quarter of an hour, Ye Feng's black demonic energy gradually weakened and was about to disappear completely.

Ye Feng opened his mouth wide, and the demon shadow behind him also opened his mouth wide at the same time. A horrifying black monster flew out from the demon shadow's mouth. The black monster opened its mouth wide and rushed towards the two demonic auras.

He swallowed both evil spirits in one gulp.

"What can a mere two-level demon god function do to me!"

"go with!"

Seeing this, the demon cultivator sneered and pointed.

At the same time, the black skull opened its mouth and rushed towards the monster, and then a huge suction force swept towards the monster.

The monster seemed to have encountered some natural enemy and wanted to escape, but it couldn't. It was swallowed by the black skeleton in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Feng felt a sharp pain in his chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out. At the same time, the shadow of the demon behind him dimmed a lot and soon disappeared.

"Boy, your magic skills are not yet mature enough!"