Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique-Chapter 356 - 8 Soul Soldier

Chapter 356 -8 Soul Soldier

“Who is he? Is he really a figure from 80,000 years ago?”

Lin Feng was very shocked.

The wildman-like man treaded toward the distance.

Lin Feng quickly followed, wanting to strike up a conversation.

But the wildman-like man mysteriously disappeared without a trace, as if he vanished into thin air.

“How could he disappear?”

Surprised, Lin Feng wondered what kind of method this was. The man was clearly just before his eyes, so how could he suddenly vanish without a trace? This shook him; what kind of ability was this? Could it be Void Traversing?

“Eh, Donor, it’s you, what a coincidence!” At this time, a familiar voice came from beside his ear. Lin Feng turned his head and saw it was Wuliang Taoist.

“So it’s Taoist,” Lin Feng said as he greeted with clasped hands, “Did Taoist just see that Wildman Senior?”

“A wildman? Is there a wildman here?” Wuliang Taoist looked around and muttered, “Besides you and me, is there a third person here?”

A slight movement crossed Lin Feng’s heart. What was going on? Was it only he who saw the Wildman Senior? Did Wuliang Taoist not see him?

Wuliang Taoist said, “The Ancient God Demon Battlefield is about to open. I think if we enter it together, we’ll definitely become an invincible pair, sweeping away all before us.”

Lin Feng eyed Wuliang Taoist with some suspicion. This Wuliang Taoist gave Lin Feng a rather unreliable feeling, and besides, he once bought his Supreme Treasure, the Devouring Sky Vase, with fifty thousand Gold Coins.

This Fuck Daoist had been scheming all along to take it back. He wouldn’t be trying to set a trap for himself, would he?

“Look, a dragon…”

Lin Feng pointed into the distance.

“Where? Where?” Wuliang Taoist stretched his neck to search for the “dragon” Lin Feng mentioned, but he saw nothing.

“I’m saying…” Wuliang Taoist was about to express his dissatisfaction when he found that Lin Feng had already run off without a trace.

“We’ll see how it goes,” Wuliang Taoist cursed fiercely and turned to leave.

Rumble, rumble…

The prohibitions outside the Ancient God Demon Battlefield were dissipating.

Finally, in the afternoon of that day, the prohibitions of the Ancient God Demon Battlefield fully disappeared.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…” Immediately following this, numerous cultivators rushed toward the Ancient God Demon Battlefield like lightning.

“The Fire Qilin fellow also doesn’t know where he went, never mind, I’ll go in alone. When I come out, I’ll wait for him in the town he mentioned.”

Lin Feng also soared toward the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

“Whoosh.”

But at that moment, a cold light swept over, and more than a dozen arrows shot towards Lin Feng.

These arrows were all Magic Arrows, containing extremely terrifying piercing power.

Lin Feng’s expression changed slightly; someone was ambushing him.

Swoosh.

Lin Feng summoned the Black Dragon Sword and hacked down more than a dozen times in quick succession.

The Magic Arrows were cut down by Lin Feng.

“Youngster, you really do have a big life,” a sneering voice came. A dozen cultivators came sweeping over from afar, the speaker looking at Lin Feng with a face full of murderous intent.

Seeing this person, Lin Feng could not help but sneer. It turned out to be Zhangsun Wuji. Previously, in the Fire Dragon Cave Mansion, Zhangsun Wuji’s subordinates had attempted to kill Lin Feng but were killed by Lin Feng instead. More than twenty lives were lost, and due to the collapse of the cave mansion, they had to leave quickly, but animosity was established.

“Are you ready to die?” Zhangsun Wuji, holding the Battle Spear, strode forward, emitting a cold aura.

“I think it’s you who should be prepared to die…” Lin Feng said indifferently, holding the Black Dragon Sword, ready to make a move.

But suddenly, his pupils contracted abruptly.

He saw an old man among Zhangsun Wuji’s group.

The old man was skinny and looked very ordinary, but when Lin Feng saw him, he felt an extreme sense of danger.

This feeling was exactly like the one he had when facing the green-robed Old Demon.

“Yin Yang Realm!”

Lin Feng gasped sharply, turning and rushing into the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

To remain in this place where Zhangsun Wuji had the prowess of the Yin Yang Realm was courting death.

“Boy, where do you think you’re going?” Zhangsun Wuji called out coldly, quickly giving chase.

“Ah, the lad actually noticed my cultivation level…” The elder was mildly surprised.

He turned to an old servant, hunched beside him, and inquired, “Kun Nu, do you have any idea who that boy is? How did he come to have issues with Wuji?”

The elder identified as Kun Nu replied, “The young master mentioned something before, saying it started back in the Fire Dragon Cave Mansion.”

“I see. Take a few men and follow Wuji, make sure nothing happens to him. If Wuji cannot cope, you know what to do,” the elder instructed.

“This old servant understands.” The old servant bowed and quickly led several experts to follow suit.

…

Swoosh.

And Lin Feng had already entered the Ancient God Demon Battlefield.

It was a world enveloped in black mist, emanating a chilling breath.

This must be the black mist world that the Fire Kirin had spoken of; a decidedly dangerous place, fraught with soul soldiers.

Ordinary soul soldiers were no match for the Fire Kirin when it had its divine power.

But to a cultivator of Lin Feng’s level, they were undeniably a deadly threat.

He rapidly moved deeper, but the world shrouded in black mist was immensely vast.

Creak! Creak!

Suddenly, Lin Feng heard the sound of something chewing. He moved towards the source of the sound.

Not far away, he saw four figures shrouded in darkness, wrapped in black mist, each of them crouching over a corpse, seemingly feasting on the flesh.

More than a dozen corpses lay on the ground.

“Soul soldiers?”

Lin Feng’s heart pounded; he could feel an eerie and terrifying aura from those four engulfed in black mist, the kind that made his flesh crawl.

Lin Feng quietly retreated, not daring to attract the attention of the soul soldiers.

Being surrounded by four formidable soul soldiers would make escape significantly challenging.

Quickly leaving that area behind, Lin Feng continued deeper. In a valley, he saw over thirty cultivators trapped by three soul soldiers.

The soul soldiers could release black mist, which shrouded the cultivators.

“Ah, no…”

Screams of agony filled the air; the more than thirty cultivators clutched their heads, crying out in misery.

“What’s happening?” Lin Feng’s scalp tingled; these soul soldiers had cunning methods.

Swoosh…

As the cultivators were screaming, the three soul soldiers charged forward, their sharp claws piercing through the chests of one cultivator after another. In an instant, the group of more than thirty cultivators perished.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and headed off into the distance; the place was too dangerous. The soul soldiers were bizarre and he needed to leave this black mist world quickly, or he would be in serious trouble.

But not long after, Lin Feng ran into trouble.

A soul soldier appeared silently behind him, its sharp claws stabbing towards Lin Feng.

Feeling the cold breath from behind, Lin Feng swiftly moved to the side.

Thump.

The soul soldier’s sharp claws drew blood, leaving four gashes on Lin Feng’s left shoulder.

But this was already lucky; had he been a step slower, that strike would have pierced through his chest.

Lin Feng leaped out a dozen meters and looked at the ambushing entity, his expression changing. It was a soul soldier.

The soul soldier let out a ghastly laugh, extending its blood-red tongue to clean the fresh blood off its claws, an unspeakable aura of creepiness and terror.