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Chapter 471 Spirit Beast Riot
"Before the pen falls, you still have a chance to regret it." Ma Feifei looked at the exhausted back and said in a deep voice.

To be honest, Ma Feifei didn't really want Feng Yiming to be an endorsement slave. It wasn't because he had any opinions on Feng Yiming, nor did he want to save Feng Yiming. It was because Feng Yiming was different from Li Bieli. Many honors, once he becomes an endorsement slave, it will be a stain that can never be washed away for him.

Of course, it would definitely be beneficial for Miracle Bookstore. Even Chu Sheng, who is recognized as the most powerful on the mainland, is willing to be a book slave, and his reputation will definitely increase by then.

It's just that Ma Feifei thinks this way of increasing his reputation is unnecessary, and he is not a person who likes to pretend.

"Also ask the owner to write!" Feng Yiming's voice was calm and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Hearing this, Ma Feifei stopped persuading him, and motioned Zhang Yunji to stand beside him with the interspatial bag containing the spirit crystal, and took a deep breath.

'Hu~'

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Yunji dragged the space bag containing the spirit crystals and began to float out wisps of gas spirit crystals, pouring them into the ballpoint pen on Ma Feifei's right hand.

'boom~'

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the originally clear weather was instantly overwhelmed by black clouds, and the clouds in the sky kept rolling and roaring.

'boom! '

The muffled thunder sounded again, Ma Feifei opened his eyes, stretched his right hand forward, and pointed towards Feng Yiming's back.

'Pfft~'

The pen directly passed through Feng Yiming's back, and Ma Feifei could clearly feel that the pen tip was being resisted. Obviously, this stroke directly pierced the bone.

Different from Li Bieli, Feng Yiming's body is naturally aging, and his body's functions have been exhausted for more than 500 years. In fact, according to normal conditions, the lifespan of an ordinary Lingsheng Ninth Stage practitioner should be around 500 years. Between [-] and [-] years old, Feng Yiming was able to forcefully live for [-] years, obviously he used some kind of method.

But although this method can extend Feng Yiming's lifespan, the body's functions cannot be changed. This body is no different from a mummy.

"Huh~" Ma Feifei exhaled lightly, calmed down, and began to burn the entire "Eight Arrays" on it.

During the process, Feng Yiming didn't make any sound, even if it pierced his skin, he was extremely tenacious.

The sudden and inexplicable phenomenon in the weather in August made the practitioners in Watanabe Town a little confused, but when they saw the lightning flashing across the magical bookstore, everyone was suddenly stunned.

"Someone has become a copy slave again." A practitioner watching the copy of Journey to the West ten miles north of the town sighed when he saw this scene.

"I heard that Li Bieli has already arrived in the country of Yan, and all the obstacles he met along the way are his enemies." The practitioner beside him couldn't help but said at this time.

How high is Li Bieli's cultivation?Originally, he was just a practitioner of the fifth stage of the Lingzong, but after becoming a book slave, his strength was unfathomable, and even the leader of the Lingzong was beaten to death by him.

"If it wasn't for the high price, I would have wanted to be a book endorsement slave." Another practitioner said enviously.

"Yeah... Gaining power but losing freedom at the same time, the price is too great." Everyone sighed.

Just when everyone was lamenting the new endorsement slave, several figures covered in blood suddenly ran out from the outside of Jiuchong Mountain.

"Help me..."

"Whoosh~"

As soon as a cultivator finished speaking, a huge claw suddenly sprang out, grabbed his leg, and dragged him back forcefully.

"Ah~~!"

The miserable and desperate cry startled all the practitioners outside Zhenbei, and everyone turned their eyes from the Miracle Bookstore, looking at all this suspiciously.

"what's the situation?"

"That claw just now was terrifying!"

"That cultivator should have a spiritual master, but he couldn't resist and was dragged away."

"This is the outskirts of Jiuchong Mountain!"

"Brother, what happened?" A practitioner covered in blood managed to escape and was asked by a practitioner on the side of the road.

This cultivator's cultivation base has the sixth stage of Lingzun, and his strength in Watanabe Town can be considered to be above average, but at this moment his face is full of horror and despair, his entire right arm is broken, and his clothes are broken. It was covered in dark red blood.

"I don't know why, but the spirit beasts in Jiuchong Mountain suddenly rioted, and many high-level spirit beasts ran out of it, killing anyone they saw, and many people have already died." The face of this cultivator was full of panic and fear, He was also trembling when he spoke, obviously because he had just experienced a scene that made him terrified.

"Spirit beast riot?" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, this is a rare event!For 3 years in the Canglong Continent, there has never been a riot of high-level spirit beasts. These high-level spirit beasts have extremely high intelligence and a sense of independent territory. Let alone running to the outskirts of Jiuchong Mountain, they are where they are. That heavy mountain will not run around at will, and stay in its own territory honestly. As long as you don't mess with them, there is no danger.

"Could it be that someone deliberately provoked them?" Some practitioners speculated.This kind of high-level spirit beast leaving its own territory will only appear when it is provoked.

"Didn't the Magical Bookstore release the task of hunting spirit beasts to obtain orange shards? Maybe someone wants to fish in troubled waters." Everyone discussed.

But the broken-arm practitioner shook his head with a wry smile: "Why do you fish in troubled waters? They are all dead. Just as far as I saw, four great figures of the spirit emperor died at the hands of those spirit beasts, let alone practitioners in the realm of spirit kings and spirit kings. All those who run slowly are all dead!"

"Hiss!" Hearing the words, everyone gasped, none of the great figures in the Linghuang realm escaped a catastrophe, and died in Jiuchong Mountain!

Before they could react, a long howl suddenly came from Jiuchong Mountain: "Roar~"

A big man flew towards them quickly. This big man's cultivation had already reached the ninth stage of Linghuang, but at this moment, his body was covered with scars, his clothes were ragged, his hairpin fell off, his hair was scattered, and he was in a mess.

"Hey~"

A huge slap stretched out from Jiuchong Mountain, and grabbed that big man. It was so fast that it was about to grab that big man in the blink of an eye.

"It's over!" Everyone felt a chill when they saw this scene, thinking that there was no way for him to escape this palm.

But at this moment, the big man clasped his hands together and made a formula, and an auspicious cloud formed under his feet in an instant.

"Whoosh~"

Xiangyun dragged his whole body, and instantly turned into an afterimage, pulling away the distance from that palm.

"Riding the clouds and riding the fog!" Everyone exclaimed, this great man actually cast a supernatural spell when he was about to die, and successfully let him escape!
"Roar~!"

The big man managed to get out of the range of Jiuchong Mountain, the palm could only give up the pursuit, and there was an unwilling roar from the depths of Jiuchong Mountain, and he withdrew the chasing palm with a 'swish'.

(End of this chapter)