The seriously injured body came crumbling in the dark and cold forest. It was that of a white-haired woman.

Votting out a mouthful of blood, the white-haired woman knelt heavily on the ground. The clothes on her chest were hit by the crescent moon sickle just now, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white scenery.

But she couldn't care about this, because she knew that the pervert had already followed and noticed that she was faking her death.

"Your Majesty Weiwei, where are you...?"

The perverted voice sounded nearby and got closer and closer.

After all, we are chasing him.

"It looks like Your Majesty Weiwei Mian was injured. She bled a lot. It must be very painful, right?"

The man with the Crescent Scythe noticed the blood stains at his feet. Following the direction of the blood stains, his eyes stayed deep in the grass ahead.

"You have to hide well, the game has just begun."

The crescent-moon sickle detached itself from the shoulder and slashed forward.

"Whoosh!"

The patch of grass was cut off in an instant, and the grass clippings flew away, revealing the white-haired woman's covered face.

"found it!"

Stepping out with his front foot, the crescent-scythe man grabbed him out.

…

Luo Feng's five senses expanded, but he found that they were not as outstanding as before.

Because of the interference of the golden soul energy in this world, and because he could not develop the golden soul path well, the five senses were greatly disturbed.

If he were in his own world, his five senses could easily search any corner of the universe.

This also made Luo Feng feel some gaps. His powerful abilities were limited here, and he also understood why the Qihuang ancestor had reached the limit of human beings and could not become a top existence in this high-latitude world.

A large area of ​​blood overflowed in an open space, and the white organs on the ground were soaked in sewage, creating a strange and fishy smell.

"Are you late?"

In the open space over there, a white-haired woman with dull eyes was lying in the muddy water, with a huge gash opened in her lower abdomen by a sharp weapon.

Those organs are hers.

Luo Feng came to the white-haired woman and found that she still had a breath left, but it was about to be exhausted.

Luo Feng covered his nose and helped him up with one hand.

"It's a pity that our world is different. My ability is limited and I can't save you."

In the two dimensions of the world, it is obviously unrealistic for Luo Feng to save the white-haired woman.

Suddenly, the white-haired woman's cold hands grabbed Luo Feng's wrist, and her pale lips spoke a language that Luo Feng could not understand.

Her eyes were full of fear, as if she wanted to tell Luo Feng extremely important information.

Luo Feng shook his head and spoke his own language.

"I don't know what you're talking about. How about you write it out by hand and I'll find someone to translate it?" Luo Feng pointed to the ground.

The white-haired woman nodded. She was very smart and understood what Luo Feng meant, and wrote two words on the soft muddy ground.

Then she completely lost her life and closed her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Luo Feng sighed helplessly, feeling that the golden soul path in the white-haired woman's body began to dim.

"It's a pity, but don't waste it. While it's warm, you can use it for me."

As he said that, Luo Feng grabbed his hand on the white-haired woman's proud curves.

Suddenly golden light exploded, and Luo Feng began to use the characteristics of the emperor's blood to directly and forcibly peel off the complex and powerful golden soul path of the white-haired woman.

Soon the golden soul path of the white-haired woman was completely absorbed by Luo Feng. Luo Feng felt the incomplete parts in his body, which seemed to have been greatly repaired, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Absorbing such a high-level golden soul path is simply getting twice the result with half the effort. But it's a pity that such a beautiful beauty died like this. Don't worry, I will avenge you when I have the chance."

Luo Feng stood up and planned to bury the white-haired woman on the spot.

Suddenly, at this moment, Luo Feng's facial features became gloomy, and a leaf fell on his shoulder, like a kiss from the god of death.

Luo Feng put his hands in his pockets and turned around, only to see a black figure squatting on the treetops watching all this with a strange smile.

It is the crescent sickle man.

"Look who I waited for. I thought it would be someone from the Jinwen clan, but it turned out to be you."

The man with the crescent-moon scythe jumped down from the treetop, walked step by step with the blood-stained scythe on his shoulder, and talked to himself.

"I underestimated you just now, you despicable guy, what did you do to the body of the noble Wei Wei Crown of the Golden Pattern Family?"

Of course Luo Feng didn't understand. He just smiled and tilted his head to look at the other person. When the other person was one meter away from him, Luo Feng pointed at the words left by the white-haired woman on the ground.

"Are you asking me what she wrote?"

Luo Feng nodded.

"You don't understand even if I tell you, which country are you a Golden Soul Path Warrior from?"

The man with the Crescent Scythe discovered that Luo Feng was not even a Golden Soul Path Master, but he had just witnessed with his own eyes that the other party had absorbed the Golden Soul Path from the genius of the Jinwen Family.

This is so weird.

"It stands to reason that the little golden soul path master does not have the talent to develop the golden soul path. You are not normal."

Luo Feng didn't understand and just laughed.

"But it doesn't matter. Although I didn't catch a big fish, you are worth studying."

"Hehehe..." A strange laugh followed the corner of the crescent-moon sickle man's mouth. Suddenly there was a flash of cold light. The crescent-moon sickle broke the rain curtain and landed on Luo Feng's neck. It was a diagonal slash.

Come, follow the same method and cut off Luo Feng's head.

But...he didn't know what his dangerous move meant.

He was laughing, and so was Luo Feng.

The so-called Golden Soul Path Great Emperor's World Warrior in Luo Feng didn't even have the qualifications to let him take a second look.

The power of the eternal realm cannot be used, but the abnormal physical skills of Emperor Blood are still there, even sword skills...mental power...

The twisted crescent sickle stayed within an inch of the skin of Luo Feng's neck and was forcibly controlled in place by the power of his spirit.

Luo Feng was still smiling, but the man with the Crescent Scythe was stunned.

His weapon was grabbed by an invisible force and his body could not move at all.

What made him feel the most horrified was that even though he mobilized all his soul power, he couldn't move even a little bit.

Luo Feng was still laughing. It was a provocation. As a powerful person in the eternal realm of the universe, he faced the provocation of the Golden Soul Path Grand Master in a strange high latitude.

"You're looking for death!" The crescent-scythe man was enraged by his success.

Status and identity are reversed. Luo Feng is the leader of this game and he is the prey.

He gave up his weapon and used his body movement as fast as lightning. He saw the man with the crescent scythe stepping straight into the one meter range of Luo Feng and grabbing Luo Feng's neck with one hand.

Luo Feng curled his lips, and the hot blood exploded like flowers.

Beautiful and weird.

The arm of the man with the Crescent Scythe was crushed to pieces by the power of the spirit.

"suck!"

The man with the Crescent Scythe shrank his eyes, took a breath of cold air, raised his foot and struck Luo Feng's temple unwillingly, like a thunder.

"boom!"

The storm roared away on the side of Luo Feng, cutting off a large area of ​​forest...

But Luo Feng's head didn't even tilt, and he actually faced the blow forcefully.

But the crescent sickle man's entire foot was broken.

"Monster!" The man with the Crescent Scythe quickly retreated with one leg. The severe pain and fear of death made him gasp for air.

On the other hand, the monster in his mouth just wiped the mud from his cheek and still looked at him curiously.

At this moment, the golden soul path of the Crescent Scythe flashed slightly.

A cold voice sounded in his head.

"What's going on over there? I've detected that you were seriously injured."

"Stop making such a fuss, I might die here," death came to an end, but the man with the crescent scythe was smiling, almost ferociously.

"What do you mean?"

"I encountered a monster here."

"monster?"

"A person, but a monster who doesn't look like a human in any way."

The other party was obviously stunned, and immediately said, "I will ask the people nearby to support you immediately."

"By the time you support me, my body will already stink. Just cut off contact here. If I don't contact you later, it means I have sacrificed. The last important message is given back."

"You say," the other party replied after a long silence, accepting the tragic ending.
Chapter completed!