Chapter 718 The Third Dragon Scale

Ye Feng grinned and started the battle without saying anything. Tang Chuxue also inspired a black crow to help. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ

This time, the ghost face did not split into two to deal with them.

Perhaps it was afraid that the power would be too dispersed and Ye Feng would bombard it with palm power and it could not be formed, and then let the two young men and women escape again.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and even Ye Feng's energy reserve was a bit overwhelmed.

The key is that if it goes on like this, there is no way to completely kill this monster.

No matter how many pieces Ye Feng cuts it into with the Burning Moon Blade, or even blows it into slag with the "Thunder Fire Bomb", it will take less than a moment for the white mucus to stick together again.

How can it be completely killed?

Ye Feng not only thought about what Yuan Ling said, this thing is soft all over, and it does not have the resurrection spirit bones like bone beasts. Then, what kind of energy drives it to move?

"He can speak human language, and he calls me old man. He sounds like a human warrior..."

"But a warrior cannot survive in the underground dragon tomb for so long... A ghost? Could it be..."

Ye Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and made a judgment in his mind.

The guy who controls the white mucus may be the spirit ghost left by an ancient master. It is no wonder that it cannot be killed completely without being hurt by swords and guns.

Since he has made a conclusion in his mind, Ye Feng decided to give it a try for the time being.

Fortunately, in terms of mental power, both he and Tang Chuxue can be regarded as experts.

At this time, the white mucus turned into thousands of threads, and rolled towards Ye Feng like tens of thousands of long snakes. Ye Feng took a step back, sneered slightly in his heart, and in an instant, he concentrated his mental power, and activated the spiritual secret method "Soul-catching Needle", which also turned into thousands of threads and stimulated the white mucus.

The tens of thousands of long snakes rolled back instantly as if they were burned by fire. Although Ye Feng stood still, there was an extremely violent scream in the passage.

The whole pile of mucus gathered together, turning into a ball and then into a strip, and the screams were endless.

"Huh? Xiao Feng, this thing is afraid of mental attacks?" Tang Chuxue asked with doubt in her eyes, looking at the scene in front of her.

"Yes, if I am not mistaken, its body should be a spiritual body... My soul-capturing needle is too low-level and may not be able to kill it. Chuxue, you try it!" Ye Feng also sighed.

Tang Chuxue nodded and activated the offensive moves in the "Heart Control Method". In an instant, the mucus that burst out screams suddenly sprayed in all directions like crazy, and under the attack of Tang Chuxue's mental power, it didn't take long for the white mucus to no longer maintain a specific shape and collapsed to the ground with a splash.

A dragon scale floated up, and appeared in the air with the death of the mucus, and was grasped by Ye Feng in his palm.

"The third one!"

He said excitedly.

"We got the first one in the dragon bone area, and we got one in the dragon head area and the dragon tail area. Does that mean that the remaining two will appear in the dragon scale area and the dragon claw area?" Tang Chuxue imagined.

Ye Feng also felt that this was very likely, but whether it was true or not was unknown.

At this time, he wanted to ask Yuan Ling, but he didn't know where the old guy had gone.

After entering the underground dragon tomb, Ye Feng found that Yuan Ling was always elusive. It seemed that this place was also a place of opportunity for it.

The two retreated from the dragon tail area and explored a new passage along the dragon bone area. After killing many bone beasts along the way in this passage, they soon came to a new dragon head area.

There was a faint sound of Yuan Qi collision in front of them. Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue followed the sound and saw a large area in the passage ahead.

On the field, a young monk with a mustache on the corner of his lips was fighting with a man who used fists, a disciple of Qianniaozhai, and a group of metal puppets.

The man who used fists should be a disciple of Jiugongxuan. The boxing he used was powerful and fierce. Ye Feng could tell at a glance that it was a move from the "Jiugong Bajiquan".

The Qianniaozhai disciple beside him brought a bear-shaped monster. Together, their strength was not weak.

As for the young monk, he must have come from Benlei Temple, one of the seven holy places.

Among the seven holy places, the unique Benlei Temple is only slightly inferior to Tianji Temple in overall strength, firmly occupying the second place. Shi Guanghua, an elite disciple of Benlei Temple, is also a super master who is one of the four little geniuses.

At present, these three warriors from different sects should seem to have formed a team to unite to fight the metal puppets that appeared here. Of course, their purpose is to get the things on the round table next to them.

Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue's eyes lit up.

The two luck beads sealed in the round platform are blue-purple in color, and their extraordinaryness can be sensed from afar.

This grade has surpassed the blue color, and has a tendency to turn blue. This luck bead alone is worth more than 20 million.

This is the first time Ye Feng has seen such a high-level luck bead in the Tianlong Secret Realm, and there are two of them!

Of course, the more valuable the treasure is, the more powerful the puppet guarding it is. There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to swallow these two blue luck beads, you have to pay the price of defeating the guards who besiege them.

When the two approached, there were already a lot of black iron puppet fragments on the ground. Ye Feng roughly estimated that there were about twenty or so.

But black puppets were easy to kill, and the silver puppets were much more difficult to deal with than black puppets.

At this moment, the three people on the field were fighting with several silver puppets, especially the young monk, who was fighting three silver puppets alone. He also used a black long stick in his hand, and he was not at all inferior to the three silver giant sticks.

As for the other two, they were more than one step behind. Perhaps these two people also had the strength to defeat a silver puppet, but fighting two at the same time still put them under great pressure, and they were about to give up.

Seeing outsiders approaching, the disciple of Jiugongxuan responded breathlessly and asked for help: "Two Taoist friends, we all belong to the Yuanwu righteous way. Please help and hold one puppet. I, Di Shijian, will reward you handsomely after I kill the other one."

Ye Feng glanced at him. The man was tall and had a rough face. He used a pair of iron fists to fight against two silver puppets. Every punch made a loud "bang bang bang bang" sound, making the silver puppets stagger, but they could not be broken.

On the contrary, he himself had to suffer heavy blows from the giant stick from time to time.

This made Ye Feng's heart tremble. After all, Ye Feng had personally experienced the hardness of the silver puppets...