After Yang Feng left the winery, he went straight back to his cave secret room.

After opening all the restrictions in the cave, Yang Feng sat cross-legged.

I completed two tasks in one breath. Although the tasks were not difficult, I was so tired.

Now that there is three days to rest, we can refine the wine that Elder Yan drank.

As a result, Yang Feng closed his eyes not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly marked, and the storage bracelet in his hand trembled without any signs.

Before Yang Feng could do anything, a black light flashed by, and the long black sword flew out automatically, immediately turned into a black shadow, and flew towards the distance, with a very fast speed.

Because everything happened too suddenly, Yang Feng did not stop him as soon as the sword flew out, but immediately pinched the magic trick.

A series of green lights immediately appeared in the secret room, blocking the way of the black long sword.

The black light on the surface of the black long sword suddenly flashed, making a roar like a beast. The black sword light flickered and easily cut apart the green light, but the speed also slowed down.

Yang Feng emitted golden light throughout his body, and the treasure wheel of time emerged instantly. The golden light spread out, instantly covering the surrounding ten meters, covering the black long sword inside.

The speed of the long sword suddenly became slower again, and it was more than three times slower at once. Then an invisible suction force flew backwards in a roll of wind and landed in Yang Feng's hand.

Buzz!

The black long sword made a trembling sound and kept struggling, but in Yang Feng's hands, he could no longer break free.

When Yang Feng saw this, he frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Du Mo is dead. The black long sword that originally belonged to him has been carefully refined by Yang Feng over the years. How could this happen today?

Yang Feng's thoughts kept turning, and the next moment, his huge spiritual sense explored the black sword.

Then Yang Feng's face became gloomy, and the black long sword actually completely broke away from his control, and an invisible force appeared inside, blocking his spiritual sense from continuing to invade.

Yang Feng snorted coldly, and a light flashed between his eyebrows.

A more powerful spiritual power surged out wildly, turning into a translucent sword light. After a blur, it slashed into the black long sword.

With a crisp sound, the sword light easily cut open the invisible force.

Yang Feng's spiritual sense immediately entered the black long sword, passed through the layers of restrictions inside the black long sword, and soon reached the deepest part of the restrictions. A flash in front of him actually appeared in a black space.

There are countless black patterns everywhere, like dense spider webs, condensed into a huge and complex formation. The center of the formation is a black altar.

A twisted black light appeared in the altar and flickered, and the surrounding formations kept flashing as if they were echoing.

Yang Feng was shocked when he saw this.

After Yang Feng obtained the black sword, he had refined it and his spiritual sense had come here.

But the formation here was not so complicated at that time, probably only one-third, and it did not have the momentum it is now. I am afraid that the current appearance is the true face of the Black Sword core ban.

His eyes turned and he looked at the black light.

The black light seemed to feel something. In the flash of light, a hazy face appeared and looked at Yang Feng.

The face is blurred, but only a pair of eyes are slightly clearer, thin and long, shaped like a blade, and a look of anger and arrogance appearing inside.

Seeing this, Yang Feng felt aroused his heart.

Although this face cannot be seen clearly, it is definitely not Dumer.

After a moment of thinking, he suddenly realized in his heart that the owner of the black knife was not Dumer, and it was probably the thing Dumer borrowed from that person.

Although he had carefully sacrificed this sword, if the original owner of the Black Sword had any means to hide it, he would naturally not be able to sense it.

"Not good!" Yang Feng's expression suddenly changed.

The owner of the black long sword suddenly activated the mark in the blade at this moment, probably in sensing the specific position of the black sword in order to retrieve it.

If this person is really asked to come, it will be a big trouble.

When Yang Feng thought of this, he let out a long whistle.

The next moment, a crystal light flashed over the black altar, and a huge translucent sword shadow appeared, slashing towards the black light.

The blurred face also roared, and in a flash it turned into a crystal black chain, which was somewhat similar to the magic chain of the earth. It drew towards the sword shadow, and the two collided fiercely!

With a "click", the black chain was cut into two pieces by the sword shadow, and then a "bang" sound turned into countless black lights and drifted away.

All array patterns in the black space immediately stopped flashing and returned to calm.

At the same time, the black long sword stopped trembling, and the surface light dissipated, looking extremely gentle, and seemed to have been completely refined.

However, Yang Feng did not show much joy on his face at this moment, and he turned his mind to look at the black altar.

In the altar, there is a mark that looks like text but not text, looks like painting but not painting, emitting a faint light of inspiration.

"Natural mark!"

He snorted coldly, and with a urge to do so, a transparent sword shadow flashed over the altar again, and a sharp sword shadow appeared, slashing hard on the mark.

Bang!

The transparent sword shadow bounced back like a stone.

The natal mark just trembled slightly and immediately returned to its original state, as stable as a rock and indestructible.

Yang Feng's face was slightly dark, his eyes were flickering, and he did not continue to attack, but directly took back all his divine thoughts.

He looked at the long black knife in his hand and his expression became gloomy and gloomy.

Just as Yang Feng's divine thoughts invaded the black long sword and wanted to erase the marks, a black giant crane hundreds of feet in size was spreading its wings forward with its wings spreading up and down.

The crane is covered with black iron feathers, but the feathers on its head are golden, like a golden crown. The black flames appear on the surface of the feathers on its body are faintly visible, especially the black flames on its two wings are rich, and it condenses around its wings to form two larger black fire wings.

The giant crane flapped its wings quickly. Every time it swung, it teleported forward and flew hundreds of miles away, which was astonishingly fast.

A big man in yellow robe who was nearly meter tall and had a yellowish complexion was sitting cross-legged on the back of the black crane.

A yellow array flag was floating around the man, with more than a hundred poles, and yellow lights burst out, forming a yellow magic array of dozens of feet in size, flashing lightly and slowly moving.

He made gestures with both hands, and countless yellow runes flew out of his hands. After circling in the air, they sank into the magic circles around him, as if they were performing some secret techniques.

There was a "bang" sound!

The yellow formation shook violently, disintegrated and shattered, and a rod of the formation flag flew everywhere.

The big man's face turned pale a little and opened his eyes.

"Damn it!"

The big man narrowed his eyes, shot out two cold lights, and shouted softly.

With one hand, all the flags scattered around him circling and gathering back, sank into the sky spirit cap and disappeared.

"Master, can't lock that person's position?"

The black giant crane suddenly opened its mouth and made a sharp sound.

"Hmph! It's just a little bit short, but I could roughly sense the direction of the boy's position. Dumer, that trash, died and even lost my fairy-slaughtering blade." The big man snorted coldly.

"Dume is just a playboy who relies on his master. How can he compare with your master?" Ju He said with some disdain.

"No matter what, the Immortal Slaughter Blade is my natal immortal weapon. You must not make any mistakes. If I had known that I would not have believed that boy Dumer's one-sided words and borrowed this treasure from him." The big man said with some regret.

"Speaking of this, Yang Feng is really lucky. Not only was he not dead back then, he has also killed Du Mo in turn. But now that the master has taken action, as long as he finds that kid, he will still want to kill him." The black giant crane smiled flatteringly.

"I don't know what secret is hidden in this kid, but it makes Dumer so persistent. I'm very curious! In short, I can't let that old ghost know, otherwise I'll have nothing to do."

The man said coldly, his yellow robe was swollen, and a huge aura emanated.

The air nearby was buzzing and trembling, making a series of crackling sounds.

The black giant crane sensed the terrible aura emitted from the big man's body. His head lowered, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his speed increased a little.

...

Yang Feng looked at the long black knife in his hand, and as his thoughts turned, his hands suddenly moved their ten fingers together, and he quickly started to make gestures.

The dazzling green light suddenly burst out from his hands, turning into large green runes, falling on the black knife.

The black knife suddenly showed green rune patterns on the surface, and more and more, and in a blink of an eye, every place of the black knife was everywhere.

The black long sword suddenly turned into a long blue knife at this moment, and no trace of breath was emitted.

This is a treasure sealing technique he learned before, which can be specially used to seal magic weapons.

After doing these, Yang Feng took out another long black box. This object was obviously a treasure. The surface was filled with a flash of inexplicable aura.

He put the black long sword in, then took out a few seal talismans and stuck them on the black box.

Yang Feng looked at the black box in his hand and frowned slightly.

Although he had imposed so many seals, he was still unsure of being able to completely isolate the perception of the original owner of the knife.

In other words, if this thing continues to stay by your side, there is still a risk of being come to you.

Although I don’t know what the relationship between this sword owner and Dumer is, I must be enemies, not friends.

I don’t know what special means the man used to refine this knife, which made the mark in it so stubborn.
Chapter completed!