Chapter 1686

Twisting Thorn Saint Talisman

The masked man took the jade slip. After checking it for a while, a cold smile appeared on his face. He said in a low voice, "Feng Lei Wuji and Jiang Binghan are both seriously injured. Their cultivation base has also dropped. Now that we know where they are cultivating in seclusion, our chances of obtaining the Saint Talisman are not small."

"After all, these two are old monsters who have lived for many years. You can't let your guard down. We must obtain the Wind Thunder Saint Talisman and the Ice Fire Saint Talisman," Yan Tianwei said in a low voice.

The masked man nodded. He took a step in the air and disappeared from Yan Tianwei's sight.

Wind Thunder City was filled with a decadent atmosphere. As the patriarch of the wind branch of the Wind Thunder Clan, Feng Ruji was constantly dispatching his clansmen to rebuild Wind Thunder City.

At this moment, in an extremely secluded courtyard of the Wind Thunder Clan, there was an insignificant small temple. In this small temple sat an ordinary statue.

A ghostly figure silently arrived in front of the small temple.

This person wore a ghost mask and stared indifferently at the small temple in front of him. He murmured in a low voice, "Such an ordinary small temple is actually the place where Feng Lei Wuji is cultivating in seclusion. If it wasn't for the Goddess's guidance, I'm afraid I wouldn't have suspected this small temple."

The devil masked man's eyes revealed a pensive look. He was very clear that the wind and thunder had created a space within this small temple. If he wanted to enter this small temple, he would have to use a special hand seal to open the small space inside.

As for the method to open the small temple, Goddess Yan Tianwei had naturally divined it with her great ability.

At this moment, the five fingers of the devil masked man's right hand quickly pointed out. Suddenly, a blood-red array pattern appeared on his fingertips. He quietly inserted the array pattern into the statue in the temple. Immediately, a gray vortex appeared between the statue's eyebrows. The devil masked man quickly disappeared into the vortex.

This was a gray world. Other than the gray color, there was only a gray lake that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the center of the lake was an island that was hundreds of meters wide. On the island stood a pavilion.

At this moment, inside the pavilion, a middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was like a torch as he stared at the man in the devil mask and coldly asked, "Who are you?"

The masked man sneered, "Wind and Thunder Inanimate. I came here today for the Wind and Thunder Saint Symbol on your body. Give it to me, or you won't be able to keep your life."

Feng Lei Wuji's complexion was gloomy, but there was a ball of fire burning in his heart. He was already unhappy with the battle with Jiang Binghan. Now, there was actually someone who dared to ask for the Wind Thunder Saint Symbol in front of him. At this moment, Feng Lei Wuji's body was filled with killing intent.

"Die!"

In an instant, Feng Lei Wuji took out the Wind and Thunder Saint Symbol. His speed was as fast as lightning, and he appeared behind the masked man. His right claw reached out, aiming for the masked man's vital point.

The man with the ghost face mask sneered. Suddenly, a terrifying black vortex appeared behind him. This vortex was like a black hole. It had an extremely terrifying suction force. The right claw of the wind and lightning Wuji was directly sucked into it.

Puchi!

Feng Lei Wuji's pupils shrank. He wanted to withdraw his right hand, but it was too late. The black cyclone suddenly closed and crushed his right hand. Deng!

Deng! Deng!

Deng! Feng Lei Wuji quickly retreated. His pupils shrank as he stared at the masked man in front of him. He stared at the black cyclone behind the masked man and asked in shock and anger, "Who are you?"

"Feng Lei Wuji, you have been seriously injured in the battle with Jiang Binghan. Even your cultivation has fallen to the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm. Even if you rely on this broken Wind and Thunder Saint Symbol, how much strength can you display?

Today, you are destined to die. "

The masked man laughed wildly. Countless black cyclones erupted under his feet. His speed was even faster than teleportation.

Feng Lei Wuji's face was filled with fear. He retreated again and again. At the same time, he formed a seal with both hands, planning to leave this place.

But soon, his face turned ugly. This small world he created was shrouded in strange black cyclones. The exit was blocked by the black cyclones, and he couldn't teleport out.

"You can't get out. You are really pitiful!

As the ancestor of the Wind and Thunder Family and a peerless expert of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, you have fallen to such a state. Perhaps you don't know that you are being used as a tool? "

The masked man walked over step by step. His tone was full of arrogance, but there was also a trace of pity.

Feng Lei Wuji's eyes flashed. He suddenly recalled the ins and outs of everything. His heart turned cold. The timing of the Icefire Family coming to the Wind and Thunder Family was too coincidental. What was more coincidental was that Zhuowen had both the Icefire Saint Symbol and the Wind and Thunder Saint Symbol.

This coincidence caused Feng Lei Wuji to instantly feel that something was wrong.

"You arranged this?" Feng Lei Wuji took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Old man, your reaction isn't slow. You figured it out so quickly. But, there is no reward."

As he spoke, the masked man jumped up. Suddenly, the black cyclones that covered the entire small world shrank toward the center. In an instant, the entire small world was wrapped in the black cyclones, falling into a pitch-black darkness.

Feeling the endless darkness around him, Feng Lei Wuji's face turned pale. The masked man's aura was terrifying. He had probably reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Even if Feng Lei Wuji wasn't injured, he might not be a match for this masked man.

Wuji Feng Lei angrily roared out, struggling with all his might. But in that deep darkness, his roar seemed insignificant and insignificant …

Outside a quiet small temple, a slender figure slowly walked out of the gray vortex. This person wore a mask. He looked at the statue in the small temple and murmured, "The Wind and Thunder Saint Talisman is in my hands. It's time to go to the Icefire Clan."

The Icefire Clan's security was much stricter than the Wind and Thunder Clan's. In the Icefire Clan's Life Tablet Pavilion, there was a very solemn Life Tablet Pavilion.

On the front of the Life Tablet were the words' Jiang Binghan '. This was the Life Tablet of the Icefire Clan's ancestor, Jiang Binghan.

A black cyclone appeared in the Life Tablet Pavilion. Then, the masked man stepped out. He stared at the Life Tablet Pavilion with cold eyes and said, "This Jiang Binghan is even more ruthless. He actually built his seclusion in his own Life Tablet. If it wasn't for the goddess, I wouldn't have been able to find this place."

After speaking, the devil masked man flicked his right hand and a thumb-sized black vortex appeared on the highest level life tablet. Soon after, he took a step forward and entered the black vortex on the life tablet.

This was a world full of ice and fire. In the center of this world, there was a mountain that pierced the sky. The lower half of the mountain was burning, while the upper half was frozen. At the top of the mountain was an Icefire Palace.

The man with the devil face mask laughed and waved his sleeve. Dense cyclones enveloped the world. At the same time, he flicked his finger and a cyclone shot out, sinking into the Ice and Fire Palace.

Boom!

The Icefire Palace exploded. The Icefire Saint Talisman above Jiang Binghan's head flew out. He stared coldly at the masked man in front of him.

"It seems that brother Jiang has the upper hand in the battle with Feng Lei Wuji. Your injuries are lighter than Feng Lei Wuji's," the masked man said with a strange smile.

Jiang Binghan frowned and said coldly, "You went to Feng Lei Wuji's side?

You were sent by Feng Lei Wuji? "

The masked man smiled faintly and said, "Feng Lei Wuji has no right to order me around. I'm here to seize the Saint Talisman. I just took it from Feng Lei Wuji. Now, brother Jiang, hand over the Icefire Saint Talisman."

"You killed Feng Lei Wuji?" Jiang Binghan's pupils shrank as he said with fear.

"Haha!

What do you think?

But it seems that brother Jiang doesn't intend to hand over the Saint Talisman. Then, I have no choice but to take it by force. "

As he said that, the masked man stepped on the void with his right foot. A black cyclone condensed on his right foot. Then, his speed surpassed teleportation and he appeared behind Jiang Binghan.

Jiang Binghan was not an ordinary person. With a roar, he took out the Icefire Saint Talisman and an Icefire Lotus burst out. Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle in the Icefire World. The aftermath of the battle shook the entire miniature world as if it could collapse at any time.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. The miniature world began to collapse. Cracks appeared on the surface of the Life Tablet Pavilion that represented Jiang Binghan.

"The Icefire Saint Talisman is indeed worthy of its name. Although it is not complete, it can still exert such a powerful force. But this is the end."

The masked man laughed and pointed at his forehead with his right hand. Suddenly, a pitch-black talisman floated above his Tianling Acupoint.

The talisman was pitch-black and faintly emitted a mysterious purple aura.

The moment the talisman appeared, the black cyclones that covered the entire miniature world began to boil. Then, under the effect of the talisman, they gathered together and formed a huge black cyclone in the sky.

The black cyclone was like a black hole. Its power was too terrifying. Just by floating in the sky, it could shatter the void into nothingness.

"The Revolving Thorn Saint Talisman?

You're Old Ghost Situ from the Revolving Thorn Clan? "Jiang Binghan exclaimed with a gloomy face.

The man with the devil mask laughed and said, "Are you talking about Situ Wuyang?

That old guy died a long time ago. It's just that you don't know. This Saint Talisman has been in my possession for thousands of years. "

After speaking, the masked man did not waste any more time. He pressed his right hand down and the terrifying black cyclone fell. Its momentum was too terrifying. It was as if the sky was falling down from the cyclone.

Jiang Binghan roared and exerted all his strength to activate the Icefire Saint Talisman. The Icefire Lotus in the sky grew larger and more terrifying as it faced the black cyclone.