Above the canopy, there was a deathly silence.
The shrill scream from before still seems to echo deep in the soul of every Chan Sect immortal.
Lu Ya The "corpse" lying straight on the ground, and the red-skinned gourd beside him that fell from mid-air, its light disappeared and became plain and simple, formed an extremely weird and absurd scene.
Dead?
Essence of Li Fire, the demon clan prince, the notorious Daoist Lu Ya, was just scared to death like this?
The minds of Daoist Burning Lamp, Guang Chengzi and others were buzzing and going blank.
They would rather believe that they were bewitched by some unprecedented illusion than believe that the scene in front of them that subverted their knowledge for millions of years was real.
However, in this dead silence, changes occurred again.
Lu Ya, who was lying on the ground and should have died, suddenly twitched violently.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes!
In those eyes, there is no longer any madness and malice, only a kind of pure and endless fear derived from life instinct, like a mouse seeing a cat!
Fake death!
This guy was actually using Art of Feigning Death to Escape just now, trying to get away with it!
This idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.
Lu Ya jumped up from the ground. He didn't even dare to look at Qin Feng. His eyes were fixed on the red gourd that fell not far away.
That is his last resort, his last trump card!
As long as he can take back Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, he still has a glimmer of hope!
Lu Ya tried his best to use the magic formula, and Spiritual Sense rushed out crazily, trying to recall his own Destiny Magic Treasure.
"Come back!"
He roared hysterically in his heart.
The red-skinned gourd lying quietly on the ground indeed trembled slightly, as if it had sensed the call of its owner.
Lu Ya's eyes instantly burst out with a hint of ecstasy about the aftermath of the disaster.
However, his ecstasy only lasted less than a moment.
One hand, without any warning, gently grasped the red-skinned gourd from afar.
It's Qin Feng.
He didn't even move, he just stood there and raised his hand casually, as if to pick up an insignificant pebble from the ground.
Buzz!
The red-skinned gourd that was trembling slightly just now, trying to respond to Lu Ya's call, seemed to have received some irresistible supreme order from Life Origin the moment Qin Feng raised his hand.
It shook violently, and all the struggle and hesitation disappeared without a trace in an instant.
A whoosh!
The red-skinned gourd turned into a stream of light, ignoring Lu Ya's frightening call that almost spurted blood. It was as obedient as a pet called by its owner, and fell steadily into the hands of Qin Feng.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
Daoist Burning Lamp's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Guang Chengzi and others opened their mouths so wide that their jaws were almost dislocated, and the expressions on their faces completely solidified into funny statues.
Force... to seize the treasure?!
How is this possible!
That's Immortal Slaying Flying Knife! It's Lu Ya who used his own essence and blood Primordial Spirit to sacrifice the precious treasure of countless yuanhui!
Except for himself, even if the saint came in person, it would be impossible for him to take the control of the magic weapon away from him so lightly!
How on earth did this man do it?!
"No--!!"
Lu Ya finally let out a desperate roar.
He watched helplessly as his greatest reliance and last hope fell into the hands of others so easily. That feeling was ten thousand times more painful than killing him directly!
Qin Feng got the gourd and was not even interested in taking a second look.
He was playing with the murderous weapon in his hand, which was enough to make countless Primordial World and countless Great Powers frightened. His expression was like playing with a low-quality toy bought from a street stall for three pennies.
Then, under the horrified gaze of Lu Ya, a mysterious, yet overbearing power of chaos slowly poured into the red-skinned gourd from Qin Feng's palm.
Poof.
A soft sound.
The sound was as light as poking a small hole in the paper.
But when Lu Ya heard this soft sound, it was as if an invisible giant hammer of chaos had hit Primordial Spirit hard!
"Pfft--!"
He suddenly arched his body and spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with Primordial Spirit fragments. His face instantly became as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.
He stayed inside Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, and the unbreakable mark of Primordial Spirit that was bound to his life was, at that moment, forcibly erased and crushed into nothingness by that overbearing and irrational force!
It's over.
Completely finished.
The greatest reliance was taken away and refined so easily!
The ultimate fear originating from the depths of his soul, at this moment, finally completely overwhelmed all anger, unwillingness and humiliation.
Lu Ya's brain has stopped thinking.
Only the last and only thought remained.
Escape!
The further away the better!
Never see this man again!
Lu Ya didn't dare to hesitate at all. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly and burned all the remaining essence and blood in him!
Boom!
His body turned into a ball of dazzling golden flames in an instant, which was actually his true body, the fire of Three-legged Golden Crow!
The next moment, this ball of golden flames turned into a red-gold rainbow that tore the sky apart, and with a speed that surpassed light, surpassed Spiritual Sense, which could be called the fastest in his life, he fled towards the horizon desperately without any hesitation!
The speed was so fast that it even left a long-lasting scorched black trail in the void, as if even the space was burned through it!
Seeing Lu Ya running away in a hurry, even exerting all his strength to feed himself, Qin Feng didn't even have the interest to catch up, and just curled his lips.
He weighed the red leather gourd in his hand, and finally withdrew his gaze from the distance, slowly scanning the canopy above the group of stunned Chan Sect immortals.
Daoist Burning Lamp, Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi...
All Chan Sect golden immortals, the moment they came into contact with Qin Feng's gaze, were like frogs being stared at by poisonous snakes. Their whole bodies froze, and they were instantly enveloped by an icy chill from their scalp to the soles of their feet.
No one dared to move.
No one dared to speak.
They could only watch Qin Feng, like the owner of a trophy, wantonly playing with the notorious Immortal Slaying Flying Knife that originally belonged to Lu Ya.
That feeling was like an invisible knife hanging over each of their heads, and it could fall at any time.
"Go back and tell Yuanshi."
In this deadly silent confrontation, Qin Feng finally spoke.
His voice was still calm, and there was no hint of joy or anger, but it was like thunderbolts striking the hearts of every Chan Sect immortal.
"If you want to play, I'll accompany you."
Boom!
Hearing this, Daoist Burning Lamp's pupils shrank sharply, and his brain instantly went blank.
He... what is he talking about?
He was actually calling the saint by his name!
How dare he say that he wants to play with the saint?!
This is no longer arrogant!
This is the most direct and naked provocation to Heavenly Dao Saint, an immortal who holds the power of heaven!
Before they could recover from this earth-shattering declaration, the second half of Qin Feng's cold and indifferent words had already reached their ears.
"But next time, it won't be as simple as grabbing a magic weapon."
These words were like a basin of ice water coming from under the Nine Netherworld, poured down on the head of the bag, instantly chilling all the golden immortals present from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads!
Next time, it won't be as simple as grabbing the treasure.
What is that?
It's life-threatening!
Naked, unabashed, death threats!
And it was aimed at their entire Chan Sect, including even that aloof saint!
After saying this, Qin Feng seemed too lazy to look at their faces that were twisted with fear.
He waved his sleeves, and a soft but irresistible force instantly rolled up the San Xiao Sisters behind him.
The next moment, under the gazes of all the Chan Sect immortals, as if they had seen a ghost, the figures of the four people slowly faded out of thin air, and finally disappeared completely in place.
It's like it never appeared.
All that was left was a dilapidated canopy, magic weapons in a mess on the ground, and a group of the Chan Sect immortals who had their souls completely sucked away and were stunned.