After saying that, he saw Weng Chai taking a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked towards Wu Feng, and then he let out a loud shout. The sound of the call was shocking and deafening, as if it was ringing in people's ears, making people unable to help but cover his ears. With Weng Chai's shout, the black air that had originally contracted into his body suddenly surged again, which seemed a little stronger than before, as if a drop of thick ink fell into the clear water, constantly rendering it. For a moment, the black fog evaporated and the evil aura was extremely fierce, and the entire mass grave suddenly became a little colder.

The Weng Chai narrowed his vicious eyes, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and began to slowly walk towards the place where Wu Feng fell. Every time he took a step forward, the black air on his body spread out and drifted around. The black air was mixed with countless evil spirits and ghosts. If an ordinary person glanced at it, he would be frightened to the flow of shit and urine.

Wu Feng was lying beside a tombstone, his whole body trembled violently, and he coughed violently, and balls of black blood clots sprayed out of his mouth. A smiling face turned into a pig's liver-like color, and his expression was extremely painful. In the palm that he guessed right with Weng just now, Wu Feng naturally used 100% of his strength to exert the feminine palm he learned to the extreme. He thought that his palm would be able to break the bones and tendons that the sword master in front of him were smashed into a ball of paste. Unexpectedly, the sword master's magic power was very strong, and it was so high that he could not imagine. The sword master just went to

He staggered a few steps later, but he was beaten away by his palm. Not only that, the Yin Evil Qi surrounding the head master was infected by his body through the contact of his body, and he wanted to seize his three souls and seven spirits. This pain was really unbearable. It was fine. Wu Feng felt that his tendons and veins were also shocked, and the true energy was flowing backwards, and the Dantian was hot. For a moment, he could no longer accumulate any strength, but the Yin Evil Qi had already spread through his palms and instantly penetrated into his body.

Although he was in pain, Wu Feng still gritted his teeth and stood up. He looked forward in a trance, but when he saw the surrender emitting endless black aura, he was walking towards him step by step, as if the soul-catching ghost sent a ghost to demand his life. After several life and deaths, Wu Feng never felt the same sense of crisis and oppression as today. When he fell to the Soul Cliff, he did not make him helpless.

The situation was already at stake. Wu Feng gritted his teeth, reached into his arms, and held the corpse-burning magic ruler in his hand. When his hand touched the small red dot at the end of the corpse-burning magic ruler, he saw that the corpse-burning magic ruler suddenly shone red, and the dark body instantly turned into transparent white again. The black air surrounding Wu Feng's body was sucked completely by the corpse-burning magic ruler in the blink of an eye.

When the corpse-subduing ruler sucked the evil spirit on Wu Feng's body, Wu Feng suddenly felt much more relaxed, but the dantian was still hot and could not use any force. It seemed that the palm was really hurt by him after fighting.
Chapter completed!