Volume 1 Chapter 86 Next time we meet, it's your death date!

  The windmill's snowy rage burst forth in a deafening roar, like thunder that shook the mountains and split the earth.

  He's a meditation force 2.0, the soul of Jindan Secret Realm, facing only a few three-holy-fu realms that haven't been reached by ants, and yet he has lost twice in a row, this kind of insult is even more unbearable than being slapped in the face! Let him, the killer team leader, lose face.

  Boom! —— He struck out in an instant, a palm strike coming, the cold and gloomy spiritual energy blowing against his face, instantly freezing the surrounding air into thin ice sheets. Just a moment later, the chill around him suddenly intensified, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky, merging with the thin ice and palm wind to form a whirlpool half the size of a person. Countless icy blades rotated along with the whirlpool's direction. If his physical body were to be drawn in, it would immediately disintegrate into countless blood droplets.

  "Frost Blast Annihilation Second Form: Frost Howl!"

  The terrifying power contained in the whirlwind caused several high-level assassins behind him to sweat on their foreheads, retreating tens of meters, and changing color: "This Zhuo Yifan's strong meditation power, facing such oppression can still respond calmly, absorbing a spiritual stone really brings him such great benefits? I didn't expect Lan Ran to give him such a terrifying defensive soul technique."

  Hoo-hoo-hoo!

  The windmill's body was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, its hands drawing circles, as if practicing Tai Chi. As the icy storm took shape, its eyes shone with an ominous light, and it let out a more ferocious howl: "A mere outsider ant, you can force me to use my Blizzard Annihilation Technique Second Style? You're the first! And also the last!"

  His hands moved in a circular motion like lightning, suddenly wrapping around the storm, and with a loud whoosh, he pushed out a burst of green light from his palm. The storm flew rapidly towards Zhuo Yifan, and with just a slight movement, a terrifying chill seemed to freeze one's blood, causing Leishi and Lanyu'er to shiver with cold, but this was not real coldness, rather it was the spiritual illusion created by this move "Violent Snow Howl".

  Even if you cover yourself with ten layers of quilts, you can't help but shiver from the cold. If they were to remove the "Shura no Te" defense, both of them would immediately hallucinate, thinking that they had been frozen into ice blocks and couldn't move. In the end, they would be sliced into a pile of minced meat by the icy storm's blade.

  The cold wind blowing around was emitting a sharp, witch-like whistling sound. The snow-covered windmill was eerily laughing in the biting wind, as if it had already seen the scene where Zhuo Yifan's defense would be broken and he would be torn to shreds.

  "Mokusei Soul Secret Art: Tōjin no Jutsu!"

  This attack was ferocious, finally making Zhuo Yifan's complexion change slightly. He also went all out, and after a long whistle, the magic pupil lightly rotated, weakening the speed of the Ice Blade Storm. From this, many changes were seen, and then he pinched his spiritual key, and his meditation power surged towards the surroundings like a mighty river.

  Hehehe! Several vines rose high from the ground like wooden pillars.

  "This... " The sturdy and supple vine made Takashi's eyes gleam, and he quickly thought of the answer.

  "The newly absorbed Heaven and Earth Spirit Stone is of Wood attribute, strengthening the power of Tendril Binding Technique!"

  Zhuo Yifan secretly thought in his heart that he was too lucky, and casually absorbing a spiritual stone had brought him such great benefits.

  With a spiritual glance, I observed that the power of Fujin no Jutsu had indeed increased, its strength at least two to three times greater than before.

  "What?!" Fengche Xue stared in shock at the thick vines that suddenly sprouted from the ground, his eyes wide with amazement. He was speechless, having never seen anyone control objects directly with their mind before, and he couldn't believe that Zhuo Yifan's move was actually a soul technique usually imprinted on weapons!

  "What on earth is this move......" Including Rakushou and Leishi, everyone was shocked.

  "How can these vines possibly emerge from the ground out of thin air? And they're so thick!" The several high-level assassins not far away were also shocked, their tone filled with incredulity. This power seemed to have already exceeded their understanding of soul techniques.

  "Damn it! This power..."

  Feng Chui's face turned extremely ugly as he cursed, and all that could be seen was Zhuo Yifan's fingers moving slightly, and the vines seemed to have been given life, one after another rushing towards the icy blade storm, against the trend of the storm, countless wood chips flew in, also offsetting the impact of the storm.

  Rumble!

  By the time the storm hit "Shura no Te", most of its power had been neutralized, and Shura no Te was able to withstand it completely.

  Result...

  Zhuo Yifan and three others are still unscathed!

  Feng Chui was shocked, the momentum of the Golden Elixir strongman suddenly burst out, and he actually wanted to urge the last two palms of "Violent Snow Shocking Soul" and "Violent Snow Hell".

  "Feng Que was actually forced to this extent, that's the killing move he used to deal with Bao Jia Long!" The several high-level killers in the back were shocked and outraged. They were originally helping Feng Che Xue, but they didn't expect that in the end, they could only watch from the sidelines as others stole the show. This was undoubtedly a severe humiliation, and each of them became furious, wanting to tear Zuo Yi Fan apart.

  "Hmmph..."

  But at this moment, they were horrified to find that the windmill's throat rolled a few times, and a mouthful of long-suppressed blood spurted out from its body, and its face turned pale in an instant.

  "Wind Team!"

  This scene made the killers' eyes widen, and they surrounded him in terror. How could they believe that a congenital cultivator had actually beaten a Golden Elixir strongman to the point of vomiting blood? No! The opponent had never moved his hands, so how could the captain be injured?

  They soon realized that all of this was due to the strange defensive soul technique! It was only when some of the attacks were deflected back that Feng Chuxue got injured.

  "Get out of here! I have to kill this kid!"

  The subordinate's consolation made Feng Che's face lose its luster, he wiped away the blood with one hand, and his eyes burned with anger.

  Rumble...

  The Blood Moon is about to reappear in the sky, and it's also the craziest time for the spiritual beasts. The fight between Feng Chui Xue and Zhuo Yi Fan has surprisingly caught the attention of the spiritual beasts. A thunderous roar came from the northwest, with at least three hundred spiritual beasts judging by the grandeur of the sound.

  "Violent Dragon Beast Tide!"

  "Hurry up!"

  The howls of the spirit beasts made Yue Shi and Lan Shuang'er extremely vigilant.

  Zhuo Yifan was also drenched in sweat as he stared at the scene, his mind racing with thoughts and ideas. He had suffered a shock. However, deep down, he was excited because he had managed to withstand the attack of a Golden Dan cultivator who had transcended one realm with his 3.0 mental power and late-stage Innate Spiritual Realm cultivation. The power of mental energy was indeed supreme! Although he couldn't kill him this time, Feng Chuxue's injuries were not much lighter than his own. However, if they continued to fight, Zhuo Yifan wouldn't be able to gain any advantage either.

  After all, his opponent was still a Golden Elixir Secret Realm cultivator.

  "Let's go, Leishi and Shuang'er!"

  Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan no longer hesitated and decided to head deeper first and then plan for the long term. He didn't know what would happen if he didn't arrive on time, but from Aizen's tone, he could still vaguely sense a kind of danger, one that was even greater than facing the Red Shadow!

  "Zhuo Yifan, leave your life behind!"

  How could the great captain of the assassination squad let an ant from the Innate Spirit Realm escape under his own hands? If this gets out, how can he still show his face?! Feng Chui Xue naturally couldn't accept this reality!

  "I want you dead!" A fierce gaze shot over, and a cold knife appeared in his hand. The air shook, and a chill burst forth, causing the temperature to drop by 50-60 degrees instantly. This scythe imbued with icy spirit was extremely terrifying!

  "How dare you! Fengche Xue, this time I won't settle the score with you. Wait until my cultivation reaches a higher level. Next time we meet, it will be your death!"

  "Shura's Hand!" Zhuo Yifan swiftly formed the spiritual seal.

  Whoosh!

  A pair of hands covered in mysterious symbols, conveying the power of ancient times, "whooshed" twice, inserted behind Zhuo Yifan's back, with five fingers spread out, and transformed into a huge wing over ten meters wide, revealing the deepest dark power in the universe, transforming Zhuo Yifan into a magical existence.

  This pair of wings transformed from the Shura's hand was many times stronger than the spiritual wing formed by the late-stage Great Perfection of the Three Mystical Realms, and with just a slight flutter, the cold icy air emitted by the scythe actually began to dissipate under the pressure of the "Shura's Hand" that had transformed into wings.

  "Go!" Zhuo Yifan stood in mid-air, one hand grasping Leishi and the other Blue Twin, his back to the Windmill Snow. His eyes pierced through the faintly visible "Shura's Hand", with a hint of wanting to kill Feng Chuxue.

  Boom!

  In an instant, a strong gust of wind arose, and in a flash, it flew out thousands of meters away.

  "What a speed! I didn't expect that this giant hand, which was originally used for defense, could be used in such a way. That old man, Lan Ran, actually gave him a soul skill of this level? If he continues to cultivate it, I'm afraid I'll be left far behind." Feng Chui Xue clenched his fist tightly, and had initially wanted to chase after him, but after seeing Zhuo Yi Fan's speed, he didn't dare to act rashly anymore, deciding instead to focus on recovering from his injuries.

  "Zhuo Yifan, you just wait, even if you get the protection of the Divine Court, I will kill you, and no one can stop me!"