Ye Feng was under attack from both Mo Feng and Mo Bing, and was struggling.
Two fists are no match for four hands, Ye Feng decided to start from Fengmo's weakest point and kill him first.
Since the Thunder Sword was cultivated into a magical weapon, its attack power has skyrocketed. It contains the divine power of the ancient gods' bloodline, making it almost indestructible.
The Thunder Sword was like a golden meteor, breaking through Mo Feng's defense of strong winds and passing through his shoulder socket.
Mo Feng was hit by a sword, and it was not just as simple as piercing his shoulder.
He felt a burning pain in the wound.
Generally, when injured by ordinary weapons, the wounds will gradually heal under the protection of magic energy.
But this time, the wound pierced by the Thunder Sword continued to ooze blood and was difficult to heal, which made him feel strange.
Moreover, a burning energy penetrated from the wound to his internal organs. Wherever it passed, it felt like fire. The pain was so severe that he almost couldn't breathe.
This human body is too bad.
He complained about his body and hurriedly activated the magic energy in his magic core to repair the wound, but the effect was not obvious and he turned pale with pain.
"Mofeng, come here, let me take a look at your injuries."
Seeing that Mo Feng was injured, the magic wizard gently raised his bone staff, and a black gas came out of his bone staff and stuck tightly to Mo Feng's wound.
The magic wizard felt the fairy spirit in his wound, which was incompatible with the magic element. Moreover, there was an energy in the fairy spirit that made him uncomfortable. He thought it was the fairy spirit and did not take it seriously.
Mofeng's injuries did not get better despite the help of the magic witch, and even tended to get worse.
Mo Feng knew that he was injured by the immortal weapon, so he felt like he was being burned by fire.
"Damn it, this kid is so young, but he's using a magical weapon. I don't have a weapon that suits me, so we're at a disadvantage."
The witch said with disdain: "With me here, you don't have to worry about the magic weapon."
The black gas released from the magic witch's bone staff was like thousands of small hands, soothing Mo Feng's wounds, greatly reducing his pain and gradually healing his wounds.
"No wonder you can't heal yourself. He used an immortal weapon. After hurting you, the immortal spirit will erode your magic essence. But I have magic to deal with immortal spirits. I have saved thousands of demon brothers who were hurt by immortal weapons."
The witch's magic power was quite strong, and she drove out the fairies in Mo Feng's wound, allowing Mo Feng's wound to heal.
"Thank you for saving my life, witch."
While Wu Mo was treating Mo Feng's injuries, Mo Bing was facing Ye Feng alone. He was nervous and worried, fearing that Ye Feng's Thunder Sword would kill him to death.
Of course Ye Feng would not miss the opportunity. There were three demons facing him, one of which was a powerful witch. If he had dealt with the two demons long ago, they would attack him together, which would make it even more difficult for him to resist.
The spiritual shield on Ye Feng's left wrist protected him from the ice blade, so he could focus all his energy on attacking.
Ye Feng's blood rushed throughout his body, driving the Thunder Sword. His divine power circulated rapidly and was injected into the Thunder Sword.
If you can get rid of one person, the threat to yourself will be reduced.
Ye Feng did not use Gui Wuya's move of wind and rain, as that would disperse his divine power. Ye Feng wanted to go all out and concentrate all his strength to destroy the magic wind or magic ice.
He used the Nine Swords to Merge into One, and the light of the Thunder Sword he shot out became dim, but the power increased dozens of times. It contained a large amount of the bloodline power of the ancient gods.
The magic witch had just healed Mo Feng's wound when he suddenly felt a familiar energy coming from Ye Feng. It was the kind of energy that made him terrified, the power of the ancient god's bloodline.
Five thousand years ago, he fought with the God of Ice and Snow here, and the blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere. He had been defeated by this powerful divine power more than once.
After five thousand years, he seemed to have forgotten this power, but when he sensed it again, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the hand holding the bone staff trembled.
He was shocked that the source of this divine power actually came from Ye Feng, who was at least at the intermediate level of the Real Star.
He was shocked that Ye Feng had the blood of the ancient gods, but after thinking about it carefully, he was relieved.
As a mortal, Ye Feng was able to travel through the four realms of immortality, immortals, demons, monsters, and the underworld, and open the barrier between the immortality realm and the human world. Unless he was a Daluo Golden Immortal or had the blood of a god, it would be impossible for a mortal to achieve this.
He sensed that the divine power released by Ye Feng was not too strong. It did not reach the level of the God King he met five thousand years ago, and could not even reach the Xu Yue realm of ordinary ancient gods. This made him feel a little relieved.
However, in his surprise, he forgot to protect Mo Bing who was facing Ye Feng alone, putting Mo Bing into a dangerous situation.
Ye Feng's nine swords became one, and although it seemed that the sword power was a little weaker, the strength was secretly increased by dozens of times.
What Mo Bing didn't expect was that after he dodged Ye Feng's fierce attack, he felt a deafening thunderclap above his head.
A bolt of lightning as thick as an electric snake struck down from the sky and hit the Ice Demon on the head.
Seeing the lightning striking down from the sky, Ye Feng was secretly excited. His own subsidiary attacks had never been very strong.
When the Thunder Sword was first refined, Thunder Stone was added. When the Thunder Sword was still a spiritual weapon, although it had lightning attributes, the lightning attack attached to it was very low and relatively weak.
But today, this lightning was enough to knock Mo Bing unconscious.
A dazzling and powerful bolt of lightning struck Mo Bing's head, knocking him dizzy and causing his eyes to roll back. The ice blades in his hands also fell to the ground with a crash.
At the moment when Mo Bing was dizzy, the thunder circled around Mo Bing at a rapid speed, so fast that it created a phantom.
A black shadow flashed across Ye Feng's palm, and a powerful breath of death spread silently around.
The underworld talisman in the soul-gathering order has been spinning rapidly, forming a small black hole in the middle, which has connected with the underworld. From it, the screams of ghosts and wolves howling can be heard from the underworld.
The Soul Gathering Order was pressed tightly against Mo Bing's chest, and a black light penetrated into his body, like a huge devil's claw, tightly grasping the devil soul inside Mo Bing's devil core.
Mo Bing felt a pain in his chest and opened his mouth as if he wanted to make a sound for help, but found that he could not make any sound.
He felt that deep in his magic core, a wisp of demon soul was draining out from his pores under the influence of a powerful suction force.
The moment the demon soul was sucked away, the demon core in Mo Bing's body shattered into pieces and he fell down.
Originally, that was the body of an old man, and it was entirely because of Mo Bing's evil spirit that stimulated his blood and controlled his body.
At this time, Mofeng and Mowu remembered to save Mobing, but Ye Feng's thunder formed a violent storm, blocking them and Mobing.
The magic wizard then understood why his brothers disappeared without a trace and no magic soul could be felt at all. It turned out that they were all sent directly to the underworld by the Soul Gathering Order.