"Bang, bang, bang …"
Every time the Skeleton Warrior's thick white bone broadsword slashed at the body of the Broken Finger Zombie, it was as if it had hit an iron wall. Every time the Broken Finger Zombie punched the Skeleton Warrior, it was as if it had hit a stone mountain. Both of them had extremely strong defenses and had self-recovery abilities. This was a war of attrition to begin with. It all depended on who could hold on and who had the stamina.
"Pay attention to adjust your position!"
Du Feng secretly gave orders to the male and female Ghost Emperors inside the White Bone Banner, telling them to adjust their positions during the battle to avoid being accidentally injured by the Death Ray. As for him, he was still condensing energy, and even his head was hurting from the swelling.
"Go to hell!"
A purple pillar of light shot out. After leaving the vertical eye, it immediately became as thick as a bowl. Almost at the same time as it shot out, it hit the body of the Broken Finger Zombie. It didn't even have time to react before a hole the size of a washbasin appeared on its body.
This guy was quite tenacious. He didn't even explode after being hit by the Death Ray. Not only was it not easy to recover from his injuries, but it was also not easy to do so. This was because the things shot by the Death Ray would be completely destroyed. After losing such a large part of its body, the Cultivation instantly fell from the ninth level of the Heaven Seizing Realm to the fourth level.
"Creak, creak …"
The Skeleton Warrior's body wriggled, and the severed fingers actually reassembled, forming a smaller Zombie with severed fingers that could continue to fight the Skeleton Warrior.
Damn, he didn't even die! Du Feng was also shocked to the point of choking. In order to shoot out this Death Ray, he was exhausted, but the Broken Finger Zombie was still alive. Fortunately, its Cultivation had declined and it was no longer a match for the Skeleton Warrior. When the bone blade slashed at its body, it could only leave a white mark. Now that the blade looked at it, flesh and blood immediately flew everywhere. In a short while, it was chopped into pieces, as if it was meat on a chopping board.
The broken fingers that flew out wanted to crawl back and continue to reassemble, but they were all killed by Du Feng alone. This Broken Finger Zombie was too terrifying. If he didn't destroy all of its broken fingers, he would be able to revive endlessly.
"Huff …"
After all the severed fingers were destroyed, Du Feng retrieved the White Bone Banner and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Frankly speaking, the battle this time was a bit difficult, but fortunately, they won in the end.
Last time, he used the demonic technique Northern Dark Blood Moon to kill the Zombie with a severed finger. This time, Du Feng didn't dare to use it. Because he had recently refined the White Bone Banner, the demonic aura on his body was already very dense. If he were to use demonic techniques again, he was afraid that he would lose his mind and be unable to control himself. At that time, he would become a homicidal maniac. No matter how high the Cultivation level was, it would be meaningless.
If he wanted to capture the Ghost Emperor alive, he still had to go to the third level. He recalled that he had to use his Silver Dragon Sword to drill a large hole in the ground to reach the third level. This time should be no exception. The only difference was that the Silver Dragon Sword had become the Fire Dragon Sword. Moreover, the Great Sun Flame on it could effectively restrain the evil Yin Qi of the Devil's Den.
Du Feng first sat cross-legged on the ground and adjusted his condition before standing up again. He leaped high into the air and spun like a top. The Fire Dragon Sword was in front of him and behind him, drilling down rapidly like an electric drill. The distance between the second level of the Devil's Den and the third level was indeed very far. He didn't know if the distance between the second and third levels of the real Hell was the same.
The feeling of drilling down was similar to drilling through thick cowhide and beef. There was a certain degree of toughness, and the resistance was very strong. After working for a long time, he felt his hand loosen, and a faint light appeared in front of him.
Damn it. Although he was already mentally prepared, Du Feng was still disgusted. This time, the black tree was thicker, and the area of the tree crown was also larger. All the branches that extended out had sharp, blade-like thorns growing out of them. Every thorn had a person pierced through it. The thorns pierced through the back of the head and then came out from the mouth. These people were bleeding non-stop, but they didn't die.
That's right, he once again came to the third level of the Devil's Den, the Hell of Iron Trees. Although it was his second time here, he still wasn't used to it. There were enough enemies on this level, but to Du Feng's disappointment, their Cultivation was at the peak of Void Sea Realm Level 9, and they hadn't reached the level of the Ghost Emperor. It was a blessing in disguise. With such a large number of enemies, if they were all low-level ghosts, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
The characteristic of the third level of the Devil's Den was that there were especially many enemies, and each of them was holding a demonic weapon sharp blade. However, the current Du Feng was not the same as before. He wouldn't be chased everywhere like before. He still needed the Pterosaur to carry him to kill those Living Dead.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
The first-stage True Essence Cannon and the second-stage True Essence Cannon of the bronze mechanical men bombarded indiscriminately. The White Bone Banner released hundreds of thousands of small skulls, which were more than the number of Living Dead. Du Feng didn't even need to do anything. He just relied on his advantage in numbers to bite them all to death.
It felt so good. Last time, he was suppressed by the opponent's advantage in numbers and had to escape in such a sorry state. This time, he finally had his revenge. Looking at the bare iron tree, Du Feng was still waiting for it to bloom.
"When the iron tree is full of silver flowers, all living beings will be saved."
This time, Du Feng didn't collect those demonic weapons. Although their materials were indeed very good, in order to go to the next level and be teleported out by the Realm Gate, he had to leave all the demonic weapons behind. As expected, small silver-white flowers bloomed on the iron tree.
On the pitch-black iron tree, the small silver-white flowers had a special kind of beauty. When all the silver flowers bloomed, the sharp blades on the ground began to fly back, inserted into the tree branches one by one, fused with the silver flowers, and disappeared.
The thick iron tree also gradually began to fade. First, it became translucent, then transparent, and finally disappeared without a trace. A large hole appeared on the ground. He looked down, thinking about whether to jump down or not.
The fourth level of the Devil's Den corresponded to the Mirror of Retribution Hell. What awaited him down there couldn't be many mirrors, right? If that was the case, how could he fight it? Could it be that he could break the mirror? Forget it, how would he know if he didn't go down? Du Feng steeled his heart and jumped down from the hole in the ground.
This jump took much longer than he imagined. After falling for a while, he still hadn't reached his destination. What the hell? Could it be that his luck was so bad that he directly fell from the third level to the eighteenth level? The distance from the third layer to the fourth layer of the Devil's Cave was really long. After a while, Du Feng's eyes lit up again, and he finally landed on solid ground.
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