He looked at Ding Daqin with suspicious eyes, and everyone dispersed with their own thoughts.

Zhang Zhifeng flew away with Shen Zhong. He actually didn't like to have interactions with too many people, but this time in order to save the two women, he had to rely on the power of others, and it would not be possible to rely on himself alone.

Hidden in a small hill not far from Fotou Mountain, looking at the messy and chaotic Fotou Mountain from afar, Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but sigh. The strength of the cultivator is so terrifying...

Last time, a group of cultivators fought against the first-class peak master Huang Helan, and everyone was afraid of it, but they still caused such terrible traces. This time they were going to deal with a real holy master, and they were fighting for life, and no one would stop at all!

Zhang Zhifeng shook his head. After this war, it would be difficult for Fotou Mountain to be saved, not to mention whether this mountain could be saved.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the master of the holy realm is a legendary figure, and he is definitely a dragon that cannot be seen. Ordinary cultivators will be honored if they can see the master of the holy realm once in their lifetime, but Zhang Zhifeng and his group of people gathered together to destroy the holy realm...

In the vast ocean of mind, the thoughts never stopped for a moment. Even if the war is about to come, Zhang Zhifeng is still constantly calculating.

His powerful consciousness, which was far from the imagination of a first-class master, was constantly guessing any changes in the war in his heart, and the battle scenes simulated in his mind were also constantly deducing.

There were too many changes in the battle, and even Zhang Zhifeng had difficulty deducing it when he knew little about the other party. But he didn't seem to care, and he frowned slightly and kept thinking.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, Zhang Zhifeng began to become alert. Three hours after the sunset is the time to go to fight against the Saints. He most does not understand where Ding Daqin got such accurate information, but Zhang Zhifeng had to choose to believe him.

Thinking of those two pairs of blue eyes, the eyes that he had never dared to look at and had to avoid, Zhang Zhifeng blushed at his previous cowardice, but at the same time, a sense of sweetness grew in his heart.

He smiled quietly and suddenly thought of the current situation of the two women, his face darkened, and his old face with a layered wrinkle and a terrible murderous intent was overflowing.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Zhang Zhifeng turned his gaze to Shen Zhong. He was about to scold the other party and then condemn him before leaving, but he was surprised to find that he had been squatting aside and looking at his latter in fear. He had already started practicing by himself at some point.

He shook his head with a wry smile. Zhang Zhifeng was too lazy to talk to him anymore. When the war came, he had his own way to limit Shen Zhong's actions.

Looking at the full moon in the sky, Zhang Zhifeng silently counted the time in his heart, while constantly adjusting his state.

The opponent is a master of the Holy Realm. If his companion dies, he may be able to save him using the holy medical skills, but if he is negligent, it would be easier to die among the master of the Holy Realm and no one can help him.

Time flies, and with the rise of the full moon in the sky, three hours pass by quietly like flowing water.

"It's started!" Zhang Zhifeng shouted in his heart. Suddenly, a fiery force seemed to be burning in his body. The creativity has been lost. This rushing blood is full of passion!

But Zhang Zhifeng had to remain absolutely calm. He deeply understood his purpose - to save people!

With the highest level of hiding skills, Zhang Zhifeng slowly leaned towards the Buddha's head. As for Shen Zhong and Jinzi, they were already trapped in the mountains by the nine-color divine light shield he set. Without the help of the spirit of the alien treasure, Zhang Zhifeng could not use much of the nine-color divine light, but it was still easy to trap someone.

In fact, it is difficult for Zhang Zhifeng to be seen, because masters usually use breath sensing to judge the surrounding situation. However, Zhang Zhifeng has no skills now, and there is no such difficult-to-hide fluctuation in his body. What he did was just to take a strange stealth path, which was simple for him who had talented flying combat skills.

He arrived silently at the top of Fotou Mountain and quietly stopped among the rocks on the top of the mountain. Zhang Zhifeng didn't know whether Ding Daqin and others had arrived or where they were. He did not use bone touching techniques. After all, his opponent was a master of the holy realm. Who knows if the other party could feel the investigation of bone touching techniques?

Sitting quietly behind a huge rock, Zhang Zhifeng even stopped breathing, as if he was a stone, and he was not angry any more.

"Yan, will you definitely come?"

Looking at the bright full moon in the sky silently, Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but feel a little confused.

At this moment, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. Under the bright moonlight, several figures slowly floated from afar. They turned their backs to the moonlight. Zhang Zhifeng looked over with his naked eyes and felt that these people were like bats, with flesh wings behind them. With their wings spread, they all had a momentum of stepping on the moon. It was not majestic, but strange and gloomy!

Zhang Zhifeng remained silently and kept silently reciting calm.

His mind power was very powerful, which gave him the terrible ability to control emotions. However, when some emotions deep in his heart were aroused, the boundless soul power became an uncontrollable flood.

Now this is the case, Zhang Zhifeng leaned against the rock, but one of his palms had already been pressed into the rock!

His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and Zhang Zhifeng's heart was already full of anger because he had seen two women!

The two blue-eyed and green-eyed beautiful humans, Nanfeng and Qinghun, were covered with broken clothes, and their exposed arms were covered with black scars! It was obviously cruelly abused!

With Zhang Zhifeng's vision, he could see clearly. Unconsciously, Zhang Zhifeng had already clasped the black dagger in his hand. He was not preparing to take action, he was relying on the tight grip of his palm to eliminate his undepressed murderous intent.

The big hand directly held the sharp blade of the dagger, and the knuckles were white because of the excessive force. That is, Zhang Zhifeng could do it, and the person he had definitely cut off his fingers.

The people who came were getting closer, and Zhang Zhifeng could see more clearly. He clearly saw that the two women's collarbones were actually covered with cold iron chains, connecting the two women together.

He turned his head away with a slight dizzy look and ignored the hideous monsters with huge flesh wings. He accumulated all his attention to the young man who was faintly guarded in the middle.

His thin and tall figure stood tall and tall. Even though he was falling down, his eyes seemed to be still looking at the full moon in the sky. For Zhang Zhifeng, who had already investigated, he naturally recognized this young man as a master of the holy realm at a glance.

A master of the holy realm can change his appearance and even his figure. Of course, Zhang Zhifeng would not be so ignorant that he was surprised by the age he showed. He turned his eyes to the two women and observed the master of the holy realm from the corner of his eyes.

If you keep looking directly at the other party, with the strength of a master in the holy realm, you will naturally have a sense of emotion.

The group of people glanced plainly at the eyes of the sky, and stopped slightly in several places. The corners of their mouths raised an almost invisible arc, but did not say anything. Instead, they waved their hand and let the group of monsters with flesh-winged scatter and posed a strange formation.

Zhang Zhifeng knew that someone had already exposed his shadow, but he knew that he and more people had not been seen yet, which made him feel a little surprised. It seemed that the group of masters Ding Daqin had really had some ability! I searched all the 6th, and I believe that I can't find many cultivators who can hide their figures beside the masters of the Holy Realm!

His eyes quietly swept the fast-moving flesh-winged man, and Zhang Zhifeng felt keenly that the world was surging.

Not long after, Zhang Zhifeng understood their purpose.

Yan strode into the venue, and didn't care about the unkind cultivator around him. After laughing at the sky for a few times, he suddenly reached out, grabbed a woman's chin, looked at her delicate face and smiled, "I won't touch you, I want to sacrifice you to my father. I will make you immortal after you die, so I will accompany him forever!"

The two women's delicate bodies trembled uncontrollably. Once this soul shackle that can never be freed is locked, they will always live in endless pain. How could this be a hundred times more miserable than death?

clang!

"Yan" waved his hand and waved a long sword with a white light. Zhang Zhifeng was shocked and almost rushed into the field. It was because Yan was not going to kill, so he finally suppressed his impulse.

Yan's eyes moved slightly, staring at the place where Zhang Zhifeng was. Several cold lights flashed in his eyes, as if Zhang Zhifeng was. Finally, after showing doubt on his face, he walked casually towards the place where Zhang Zhifeng was.

He gently waved the long sword in his hand and waved a shining sword light, and then chopped off his own head in Zhang Zhifeng's incredible eyes.

"Yan" was still walking towards Zhang Zhifeng step by step, but he was a headless man. His head suddenly appeared and suddenly Zhang Zhifeng exploded in the air, shattering into a bunch of powder, dissipating in the air.

Looking at the headless human body walking step by step, Zhang Zhifeng's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, unable to suppress the terrifying feeling in his heart!

With a broken sound of "bang!", a sword light knocked away the huge rock that Zhang Zhifeng had just hidden, but no Zhang Zhifeng appeared.

The headless Yan seemed a little confused. After a slight pause, he walked slowly back into the crowd with flesh-winged wings on his back.

The flesh-winged crowd began to roar strangely, dancing weirdly around the headless flame, rotating.

The headless man stood there, no one knew what he was thinking.

The full energy of heaven and earth suddenly surged around, and the full moon in the sky seemed to suddenly become thousands of times cold, and the field was gloomy for no reason.

The long sword in the headless man flashed away. At the same moment, the flesh-winged people all howled and fell into a pool of blood, but their flesh-winged wings flew high into the sky with a bleak blood light.

The air around the headless man trembled, making a sound similar to anger.

Ao! ~

Amid the deafening cry, a dark light rose from the broken neck of the headless man, and the flesh wings in the air burst together, and blood rain fell on the sky, and Fotou Mountain seemed to be shocked!

"Hahaha……"

A twisted in the night sky. At the intersection of blood rain and black light, a huge grimace appeared in the air. Green horns and green teeth showed an extremely gloomy light. The green face shining with ghost fire was smiling strangely in the air, and shouted at the headless man below: "My good son, I'm sending good things again."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and a red tongue flew towards the two women.

Book.
Chapter completed!