Ancient Dragon Spell

A supreme phantom was slowly released.    

It was a phantom playing the zither.    

The illusionary figure sat with his legs crossed. A string trembled slightly, but a soaring murderous intent turned into a tangible light. Like a Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing Heart, it condensed in the void.    

"Guqin God phantom! Primordial Bloodline... Junior Brother! Are you crazy?! "    

Senior brother Long shouted angrily.    

Among the Peak Masters, many of them had Primordial Bloodline in their bodies, and Xian Ye's Primordial Bloodline was the bloodline of the Zither God.    

That illusionary figure was incomparably vast. Although it appeared ordinary, it actually carried a terrifying killing intent. Once it attacked, it was as though a catastrophe had occurred.    

"Clang!"    

Elder Lin Yue's pretty face was filled with anger. As he waved his hand, a huge sword shadow appeared behind his head.    

"Xian Ye, I have tolerated you for a long time!"    

"Humph!"    

Elder Huang Xiang moved his back and a huge shadow was released slowly. It was a terrifying divine elephant.    

"Hahaha..."    

Looking at the elders, they were all standing on the side of the peak of the Buddha. It was as if Xian Ye had gone completely crazy. His mouth let out a crazy laugh. His laughter was filled with hatred, madness, and endless killing intent.    

"Qin Feng... You have my disciple's aura on you. The Hand of Qingming is an incomplete piece. It was originally a Mid Earth Grade Martial Skills, but because it was badly damaged... As for this Hand of Qingming... I only gave it to Mu Chenglin alone. On your body... Why do you have this Hand of Qingming's aura?!"    

"What?!"    

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the elders couldn't help but change.    

They looked at each other, not knowing what to reply.    

Naturally, they knew about the Hand of Qingming.    

This was an incomplete piece that Xian Ye had obtained in the past. It was obscure and difficult to understand. If one wanted to cultivate it, it would be extremely difficult. And according to what they knew, Mu Chenglin was the only one who had cultivated this Hand of Qingming.    

Ji Mie's expressionless face moved slightly. He smiled bitterly in his heart.    

He had already felt that Mu Chenglin's disappearance was related to Qin Feng, but he never thought that this feeling would be so accurate.    

"What a joke!"    

Shui Wuhen strode out with big steps.    

A cold smile appeared on his face.    

"Elder Xian Ye, you must be joking... What is the strength of my peak of the Buddha, Junior Brother Qin? Even now, he is only a True Spirit Stage level 5. How is he compared to your Qi Tianfeng, Mu Chenglin? According to what I know, Mu Chenglin is a True Spirit Stage level 8. Do you think this realm is like playing house, and you can play with it as you wish? You have no confidence in your own disciple, and there is a gap of three realms between you and him. You think you can kill him just because you have a cultivation base of three realms?"    

After saying this, the elders began to nod their heads slightly.    

"You..."    

Facing Shui Wuhen's question, Xian Ye's face couldn't help but distort.    

However, what should he say?    

If he was certain of this matter, wouldn't that mean that his disciple was a useless person? He was actually killed by a puny True Spirit Stage level 5.    

However, none of them knew that Qin Feng had the combat strength to defeat a True Spirit Stage level 8. Furthermore, Qin Feng had once killed Hall Master Canghai, who was at the eighth level of the True Spirit Stage!    

Of course, this was because his opponent was cultivating the demonic path. The Demonic Qi on his body was completely suppressed by Qin Feng's evil eye.