Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1486: Casting a spell and being contaminated by evil spirit
  Feng Tianming's muscles all over his body bulged, veins appeared, and his fighting spirit surged to the sky. Mana poured into the long sword from the palm of his right hand, and the silver long sword buzzed and swayed slightly.

He danced out ten sword energy in a row, and the sharp edges swept up, making the sound of breaking wind.

The sharp sword energy approached the black shadow's facade. A pure black long sword appeared in the black shadow's hand. With neat movements and a flash of his body, he easily shattered ten sword energy coming from different directions. His feet stayed in place. It didn't move even half a minute.

Seeing that his attack did not harm the black shadow at all, Feng Tianming's eyes burned with anger and he did not flinch. Instead, he became more willing to fight and rushed straight towards the black shadow, "I'll kill you!"

"Feng Tianming!"

Feng Tianming paused. He seemed to hear someone calling his name. He was about to find out who was calling him, but the dark figure with the face of "Feng Changyang" in front of him raised the corners of his mouth at him, as if he was laughing at him. For a moment, , Feng Tianming felt that he could see nothing except the black shadow in front of him.

He continued to rush forward, golden waves flowing around him. The black shadow in front of him also attacked him. A pale hand stretched out from the black robe. It hit the wrist of his right hand holding the sword very fast. The force was so strong that he lost his sword and dropped it. There was a "ding" sound on the stone ground.

The hand was very flexible, wrapping around his wrist and moving upwards. With another pull, his right hand was twisted behind his back and he couldn't get free. "Let me go!" Feng Tianming raised his left hand and hit him backwards with his elbow. The black shadow behind him seemed to have had a premonition and accurately avoided the blow. At the same time, his left arm was also clamped tightly.

Feng Tianming was shocked, gritted his teeth, and struggled hard, thinking that even if he self-destructed his cultivation, he would die with this monster!

"Tianming! Feng Tianming!"

Feng Tianming heard someone calling him again. The voice was very clear, as if it was ringing in his ears.

"Wake up, Feng Tianming!"

That's right, this voice was what sounded in his ears. It was the black shadow behind him, and it was Zhang Yan's voice!
  He stopped struggling, but his eyes were still black. He could feel the breath of the person behind him, and asked: "Zhang Yan?"

The person behind him quickly answered, his tone still calm and steady. Seeing Feng Tianming stop struggling, the strength in his hands became smaller, "It's me, what happened to you suddenly?"

After hearing the reply, he was sure that this was Zhang Yan. He calmed down and began to review what had just happened, "I don't know what happened. I was walking behind you and felt it was difficult to breathe. Suddenly you disappeared and everything was dark. , and then I saw the demon with Feng Suyang’s face, I didn’t expect it to be you.”

Zhang Yan understood the situation and said, "It seems that you have been in an illusion. When I walked to the back, I also felt a little short of breath. It seems that there is something wrong with the air here. It should be that someone cast a spell and was contaminated by the evil spirit." Qi." He was okay because he was protected by Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan reminded him that there was a problem with the air, and asked him to activate Yu Qing's mind cultivation skills and at the same time use his own magic power to filter the evil spirit mixed in the air. After he did this, he felt much smoother. Just when he was about to tell Feng Tianming to pay attention to the evil spirit, Feng Tianming lost control and attacked him.

It seems that Zhang Yan's early stage of immortality made him more able to withstand it, while Feng Tianming's middle stage of human immortality was not as good as his, so he was hit instantly.

Zhang Yan felt a similar evil spirit again. This time, it seemed that the strange beasts in the mine were indeed related to the evil spirit that attacked the tribe.

(End of this chapter)