Chapter 678: Pulling Out the Silk to Kill the Living

During the flight, Li Fan would occasionally feel the divine sense coming from below, sweeping over him.

However, seeing that Li Fan was just passing by, he quickly withdrew it.

It took Li Fan a cup of tea to reach the outside of the mountain range marked by Shuo Feng.

Like a winding dragon, there are sixteen peaks in the mountain range.

Even through the protective array, it seems that the rich spiritual energy in the mountain range can be felt.

Almost at the moment when Li Fan arrived, a female cultivator in a light yellow long skirt flew out from one of the peaks and came to Li Fan.

"You are the young master's guest, please come this way."

The female cultivator was very respectful and led Li Fan through the protective array and into the mountain range.

Li Fan glanced at the female cultivator leading the way in front of him. It turned out that like him, they were both in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

And here, it seemed that they were just servants.

However, Li Fan did not feel embarrassed, but looked calm and asked the female cultivator about the situation here.

The yellow skirt female cultivator did not neglect Li Fan's strength at all. As long as she could tell, she explained everything in detail.

This mountain range is called Shuofeng Mountain.

That's right, it was bought by Feixue Xianzun and named after Shuofeng. Later, it was a gift given to Shuofeng after he successfully built his foundation.

Although it is called a mountain, it is actually a carefully built cave. The sixteen peaks form a formation, condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The peaks are all made of strange objects containing the laws of heaven and earth. When you are in it, even if you don't practice deliberately. You will be subtly influenced by the rich power of the law, and your cultivation will improve day by day.

Although this cave is extraordinary. But after Shuofeng broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, Feixue Xianzun gave him a villa in Tianquan City.

So Shuofeng Mountain was gradually abandoned later.

Only when he was free would he occasionally come here to play.

Not long after, Li Fan saw Shuofeng in a green dress on the top of the most central mountain.

With his hands behind his back and a calm expression, he stood in the center.

Beside him, there were six Yuanying late-stage cultivators who were attacking him.

They did not use the power of the cave, but simply used magic.

Seeing this scene, Li Fan's eyes could not help but slightly condense.

Strictly speaking, these Yuanying cultivators were not weaklings. Five-element magic, magic weapons and flying swords, and even black arrows that could travel through space and suddenly attack from all strange directions.

But facing these attacks, Shuo Feng did not dodge or evade. He did not even blink.

White light danced, and the strange [Sword] of the sky blocked all the attacks in an instant and bounced them back.

"Boom! Boom!"

The explosions continued, and the six Yuanying cultivators only lasted for more than ten breaths before they were all injured and defeated by their own attacks.

Shuo Feng was also merciless. The injuries of these people were not bad, and one of them even had his body destroyed. It took a while for the power of the cave to reshape his body.

"Too weak, let's change another batch." Shuo Feng's tone was a little cold, and his face was slightly impatient.

The six Yuanying cultivators all looked bitter, but they didn't dare to say much. They bowed and retreated together.

"Hahaha, Brother Shuo, you are so powerful!" Li Fan suddenly laughed and applauded, not showing any timidity because of the other party's momentum.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Li!" Shuo Feng's cold face showed a smile.

The six Yuanying cultivators who were leaving quietly glanced at Li Fan. They didn't dare to stay for long, but guessed Li Fan's identity in their hearts.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Brother Shuo's strength has indeed improved. However, I am not weaker than you!"

"Please teach me!"

Without much nonsense, Li Fan's face turned cold, stretched out his right hand, and pointed at Shuo Feng from a distance.

Huh...

A gust of wind blew by. Shuo Feng, who was originally on high alert, waited for a long time, but nothing unusual happened around him.

His smile gradually disappeared, and Shuo Feng's eyes were slightly cold: "Brother Li, are you teasing me?"

Li Fan's expression did not change at all, and he smiled slightly: "I just realized the magical power, and it's normal to make some small mistakes when I use it for the first time."

"But it's okay, it should work this time."

"Be careful!"

Li Fan's tone suddenly became extremely cold, and he retracted his right finger and tapped again.

"Draw the silk!"

It was still calm, as if nothing had happened. Only Li Fan's voice without any emotion echoed on the mountain peak.

Shuo Feng was about to speak, but he noticed something and his face changed.

One by one, the silk threads were peeled off from the green gown he was wearing.

The green silk traveled in the air, as if it dissolved in water, and disappeared in an instant.

Shuo Feng was about to make a move, but he couldn't help but groaned.

A blood mark appeared on his body in an instant. It was like a sharp blade cutting through the skin, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

In front of Shuo Feng, there was a red thread in the air.

"Thread..."

"Thread..."

The strange sound kept ringing.

Every time it sounded, there was a blood thread in the air. And there was a blood mark on Shuo Feng's body.

But in a blink of an eye, Shuo Feng was covered with wounds and blood.

And Shuo Feng's heart was filled with chills.

Because he was very clear about his own condition, he found that he was not just injured.

But the composition of his body was extracted out of thin air and disappeared!

It was like...

A little man woven entirely by needles and threads was slowly having the threads in his body pulled out!

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, his foundation-building artifact [Sword] did not make any defensive counterattacks!

"No wonder it is called [Drawing Silk]!" Shuo Feng couldn't help thinking.

"If it continues like this..."

In Shuo Feng's mind, a terrifying picture suddenly appeared: his body became smaller and smaller because of the continuous drawing of silk, and finally fell to the ground like a tattered rag doll, wailing and waiting for his own fate.

He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

But his mind turned quickly, but he couldn't find a way to deal with this [Drawing Silk] magical power for a while.

And Li Fan was always pointing in the air, locking Shuo Feng.

There was no intention to stop at all!

"This guy, he will really kill me!" Looking at Li Fan's deep eyes, Shuo Feng was shocked.

"Surrender! I surrender!" Driven by the instinct of survival, Shuo Feng shouted repeatedly.

Hearing Shuo Feng's voice, Li Fan retracted his right finger.

"Puff!" In an instant, it seemed that countless connecting silk threads were broken.

Layers of blood mist burst out from Shuo Feng's body.

"Master!" The yellow-skirted female cultivator was frightened and screamed.

"I'm fine!" Shuo Feng waved his hand and stopped the female cultivator who was about to check.

"Thank you!" Li Fan bowed his hands and said calmly.

Shuo Feng looked at Li Fan with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist, you have magical powers!"

He had to say it with a sincere heart.