Chapter 380: Myriad Phenomena: Funeral of the Soul!

And this purplish-brown arrow, which seemed easy to block, actually caused a visible black crack to appear in the space along its path!

"Damn, that woman really is a Venomous Poison Body; I said how could that girl absorb the Netherworld Poison Flame unharmed!"

Seeing that long arrow with a hint of danger, Lue Feng Zunzhe cursed silently.

Although he was in a soul state, facing such deadly poison, he also dared not be careless.

Although his soul power was heavily depleted, he still dared not neglect to block it.

Therefore, the earth-yellow flame on his sword surged again.

The surging Wind Fury Dragon Flame blazed fiercely on the energy sword.

The astonishing heat scorched the surrounding space, severely distorting it.

"Phantom Shadow Sword Technique: Extreme Wind!"

Meanwhile, as the former just made a move, Lin Feng, who had been watching from the side for a long time, had already prepared himself.

Only to see him quickly form a seal with both hands, a tremendously overbearing soul power burst forth from between his brows!

Immediately thereafter, he drew forth the dragon qi from deep within his body, merging it with his soul power.

"Hum!"

Amid the surge of his soul power and dragon qi, a strange sound wave erupted, rapidly spreading outward.

In the blink of an eye, this strange fluctuation swiftly struck Lue Feng Zunzhe.

At the moment this seemingly harmless sound wave contacted him, Lue Feng Zunzhe's technique motion paused slightly.

And as his motion halted, the technique he had just condensed instantly turned to nothing.

Furthermore, as he relaxed, the soul power that had been suppressing those deadly poisons suddenly diminished by half.

The deep-seated purplish-brown deadly poison promptly surged out in large amounts.

Immediately, a sharp, intense pain suddenly transmitted from within Lue Feng Zunzhe's soul.

And his somewhat illusory form suddenly took on a purplish hue.

"Damn, it's a sound-wave battle technique that can harm the soul. Moreover, something else seems to have been added."

After a brief pause, Lue Feng Zunzhe suddenly snapped awake and loudly cursed.

At this moment, the black long arrow released by Xiao Yixian shot straight toward his forehead.

"Damn, it's already too late to release a technique to block it."

Cursing inwardly, Lue Feng Zunzhe gritted his teeth and his figure vanished instantly from the spot.

The next instant, his even more illusory figure abruptly appeared several hundred meters away.

Relying on his inconceivably terrifying speed, he perfectly dodged Xiao Yixian's all-out strike.

Seeing this, Lin Feng and the others couldn't help but frown.

"As expected of a Dou Zun who takes 'Lue Feng' as his title, this speed is simply unbelievably fast."

Seeing the former instantly dodge Xiao Yixian's technique, Lin Feng's mouth twitched with a hint of bitterness.

Despite preparing so many means in advance, they still couldn't take down Lue Feng Zunzhe.

Indeed, anyone who can cultivate to the Dou Zun realm possesses an excellent trump card.

However, the rapid surge in speed just now obviously consumed a tremendous amount.

"Hmph, I doubt you can use this trick many times."

Gazing at Lue Feng Zunzhe, Lin Feng coldly snorted in his heart.

At the same time, the killing intent in Lue Feng Zunzhe's gaze toward Lin Feng also increased slightly.

Although the latter's soul power is only around Seventh Grade High-level, even compared to his current self, it is somewhat inferior.

However, the greatest threat the former poses to him is his ability to unleash a sound-wave battle technique that directly harms the soul.

For him, who lacks a physical body, this is undoubtedly a tremendous threat.

Most importantly, he has now seen through Lin Feng and the others.

They fundamentally intend to wear down his soul power through a war of attrition.

And as his soul power dwindles, his strength will surely continue to decline.

When they finally have enough confidence to annihilate him, that will likely be the time of his demise.

"Cough cough~"

Suddenly, Lue Feng Zunzhe, whose face bore a faint purplish tint, clutched his chest and began to breathe rapidly.

Immediately, he hurriedly used his soul power to carefully examine every part of his soul.

Finally, he discovered that mass of purplish-brown toxin within his body.

At this moment, it had completely broken free of its restraints and began to rampage wildly within his body.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng now somewhat reluctantly touched his storage ring.

Although he was extremely reluctant to part with the Seventh Grade Peak-level soul of the Toad Elder.

But under these circumstances, he had no choice but to use it.

Speaking of the Imperial Lotus, he also couldn't catch up to his opponent, making it extremely hard to inflict damage.

Only the soul-harming battle technique obtained from Protector Wu could possibly wound him.

Next, Lin Feng flicked his storage ring and took out a jade bottle tightly wrapped in Falling Heart Flame.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng gripped the jade bottle tightly and suddenly shattered it into fragments.

Inside, the soul of the Toad Elder instantly gained freedom.

"Hahaha, I, the old man, have finally left that damned ghostly place."

After the Toad Elder appeared, he hurriedly fled toward the distant sky.

However, Lin Feng would not let the former escape.

Only saw him stretch out his hand; an iron chain shot forth swiftly, piercing straight into the former's back.

"Ah! You bastard, you dare treat this old man like this again!"

This Soul Hall's iron chain, specially used to capture souls, naturally possesses formidable power against spiritual bodies.

As soon as it struck the former, a miserable wail instantly echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Immediately afterward, Lin Feng pulled the toad old man's spiritual form back.

Then he swiftly extended his palm, grasping the toad old man's crown.

Immediately, the aged face on his hand suddenly began to writhe rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the toad old man's soul transformed into a broad illusory head, hovering before Lin Feng.

The face of that head was filled with anguish.

It appeared as if he were currently enduring some unusual torment.

As soon as the illusory head resembling the toad old man appeared, waves of low, eerie wailing sounds suddenly rang out.

This stretch of sky suddenly became filled with relentless dark winds, making one's whole body feel chilled.

Immediately following, a strange, dense black radiance burst forth from Lin Feng's palm.

After that black radiance appeared, it immediately poured entirely into that head.

As the black radiance frenziedly poured in, the illusory head also rapidly expanded.

In merely the blink of an eye, it expanded to several meters in size.

As the head expanded, the anguish on its face became much clearer.

The strange, miserable soul cries seeped out faintly from within, spreading along the dark wind.

"Forest of Myriad Manifestations: Soul Funeral!"

With Lin Feng's stern shout falling, the volume of that illusory head suddenly surged again, swelling to tens of meters in size.