147. Ninth Prince, you are too arrogant!

Dreaming is a product of the fusion of soul and spiritual power.

Almost everyone has his own dream.

At this moment, the Demon Spirit Master came to Xiao Changfeng's dream with the help of the power of nightmares.

"The power of nightmares, Shape!"

The demon spirit master's consciousness fluctuated, and suddenly a strange red light bloomed in Xiao Changfeng's dream.

This is using the power of nightmares to change Xiao Changfeng's dream.

In an instant, the dreamland turned into a ghost hall.

The Demon Spirit Master stood there covered in black mist.

At this time, the door of the ghost hall opened, and a figure was stepping in.

It was Xiao Changfeng.

"As expected, you have also condensed your spiritual consciousness!"

Seeing that Xiao Changfeng's expression was calm and unhurried, Master Demon Spirit's pupils shrank slightly, confirming his suspicion.

When Lu Jintang told him that it was Xiao Changfeng who broke his evil spirit curse, he already had a guess.

Only those who have gathered their spiritual consciousness can discover the clues to this curse. Otherwise, even the strongest Emperor Martial Realm masters will never be able to detect it.

"You must be the Demon Spirit Master. You are actually quite capable of using the power of nightmares!"

Xiao Changfeng was strolling in the courtyard, coming with his hands behind his back and a casual look on his face, as if he was not surprised by this.

"Hey, Ninth Prince, I have studied you. You are born supreme. When you were born, you were accompanied by a ninth-grade bronze sword soul. You are earth-shattering and your talent is outstanding!"

The Demon Spirit Master laughed like a night owl, but did not immediately take action against Xiao Changfeng.

"It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time, and the bronze sword soul was poached. Since then, you have plummeted and become a trash known to everyone. You are humiliated in Kyoto and can hardly achieve anything."

"But three years ago, you left Kyoto and went to Yin Yang Academy, but I didn't expect that you would be able to recover your talent, start martial arts again, and condense the realm of spiritual consciousness that ordinary people can't touch."

Speaking of this, Master Demon Spirit's eyes lit up and he stared at Xiao Changfeng.

"Obviously, you have a huge secret. Perhaps, this secret comes from your body."

A person who can have a ninth-grade martial soul companion.

And he can recover his talents from desperate situations.

It even condensed divine consciousness.

If there is no secret, the Demon Spirit Master will never believe it.

Therefore, he targeted Xiao Changfeng. In addition to the Lu family and the Queen, more importantly, he coveted Xiao Changfeng's secret.

This was the reason why he did not hesitate to use the extremely precious Nightmare Eyes.

"Yes, it seems that you have made a lot of preparations to deal with me!"

After hearing what Master Demon Spirit said, Xiao Changfeng did not panic at all, but smiled.

"But you know me so well, but I am still very unfamiliar with you. I heard that the master of demon spirits can control ghosts and gods, kill people invisible, and his methods are shocking. Who are you?"

Xiao Changfeng asked with interest.

Xiao Changfeng is also very interested in the demon master who masters the art of curses and can control the power of nightmares.

But what interests him is not the power of the Demon Spirit Master, but his origin.

Whether it is the art of cursing or controlling ghosts and gods, they are all methods used by cultivators of immortality.

Logically speaking, it is impossible to exist in this world of warriors.

The Demon Spirit Master is the first person besides Lu Wenjie that he has met who has condensed his spiritual consciousness and has some basic skills in cultivating immortals.

That's right, it's the fur of cultivating immortals.

In Xiao Changfeng's eyes, the demon master's curse techniques and methods of controlling ghosts and gods were too primitive and superficial.

The true essence of both spells is completely missed.

But even so, in Kyoto, it is already a terrifying existence that makes people fear.

But in Xiao Changfeng's eyes, it was nothing more than that.

"Ninth Prince, there is no need to waste your efforts. You can't guess my origin."

The Demon Spirit Master was not fooled at all and spoke with a ferocious smile. His voice sounded like a night owl in the ghost hall.

"You know you are controlled by me in your dream, but you still look confident. Isn't it just relying on your meager spiritual consciousness? Unfortunately, I have laid a dragnet today, and you can't escape!"

Xiao Changfeng showed a calm and indifferent attitude from the beginning.

The Demon Spirit Master naturally knew what he was thinking.

But since he dares to come, the Demon Spirit Master is also confident of winning.

The power of nightmares is not an ordinary power, but the power of gods that controls dreams and affects the soul.

He guessed that Xiao Changfeng had already condensed his spiritual consciousness, so he specifically used the eyes of nightmare to cast the spell.

Under the power of this nightmare, even if Xiao Changfeng's spiritual consciousness is amazing, he cannot escape.

Certain death!

"Oh? Are you so confident?"

Xiao Changfeng raised his eyebrows and spoke with a half-smile.

"Hmph, although you are amazingly talented, your strength is shallow after all. You don't have the slightest chance in front of me!"

The Demon Spirit Master stood where he was, confident.

In front of him, anything like being born supreme or being a ninth prince is all nonsense.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, maybe I can give your soul a way to survive and allow you to be reincarnated, or you can worship me and become my ghost servant, and you may not have the opportunity to reshape your body in the future! "

The Demon Spirit Master sneered.

He attaches great importance to Xiao Changfeng, knowing that every time the Nightmare Eye is used, it will consume thirty years of his life.

Unless it was a major incident, he would not dare to use it easily.

But this time, in order to deal with Xiao Changfeng, he did not hesitate to use it.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, and then tell me your origins honestly, maybe I will be kind enough to spare your life."

Xiao Changfeng looked calm and spoke in the same way.

"Ninth Prince, you are too arrogant!"

When Master Mo Ling heard this, black mist surged all over his body, and his voice was as sharp as a night owl.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin. In this case, I will destroy your soul, wipe out your consciousness, and then refine your body into a demon puppet. At that time, all your secrets will be mine!"

The aura of Master Mo Ling was getting higher and higher, and everything around him was shaken up out of thin air.

The whole ghost hall suddenly became dark, dark like a ghost cave, and sharp ghost cries and wolf howls appeared out of thin air, and countless black mists came from all directions.

These black mists carried strange power, and even the mental power seemed to be eroded.

If ordinary warriors were here, facing the might of Master Mo Ling like Mount Tai, I am afraid that their faces would have changed drastically.

However, Xiao Changfeng remained calm and showed no fear.

"I thought you had some earth-shattering skills, but unfortunately, I am a little disappointed."

"Your method can also be called controlling ghosts and gods. If you tell others about it, people will laugh their heads off."

"Well, since you are unwilling to cooperate, I can only use tough measures."

After saying that, Xiao Changfeng put his fingers together like a sword.

A bright green sword light flashed in the ghost hall, illuminating the dark and deep hall with a green light.

The sword light soared into the air, from bottom to top, and directly slashed on the body of the Demon Spirit Master.

At this moment, Xiao Changfeng slashed the demon spirit with a sword, just like a god.