Standing on the platform was a figure three or four meters tall, wearing ancient armor, his movements were a little stiff, and his body was as dry as if there was no moisture in his body.╔y╗

Ye Feng stood not far away and looked at him with a smile.

The tall monk was very surprised. He knew very well how much force the attack was used.

Although he did not use all his cultivation, he used seven or eight points of strength. In his opinion, this blow could definitely completely destroy Ye Feng into powder.

Just as his palm was about to hit Ye Feng's body, he suddenly felt a force that was not weaker than him appeared in front of Ye Feng.

The tall monk was also a monk who had grown up after countless battles. At the sudden pressure, he immediately understood that this was Ye Feng's reliance. He immediately increased the attack force and applied all his spiritual energy to force him to the opposite side.

When the tall monk's palm was printed on the opponent's palm, he felt a hard feeling, as if his palm was not hitting the human monk's palm, but hitting a hard piece of wood.

After all the broken pieces disappeared, the tall monk found that the guy standing in front of him was not a human at all. To be precise, he is not a human monk now, but a zombie!

The entire venue was silent inside and outside, and they all stared at the venue with wide eyes.

"What kind of monster is this!" A monk from Zhongzhou did not recognize the skinny monkey as a spiritual beast, and asked the monks around him in surprise.

"It seems like he is an ancient zombie."

"Why, it's incredible that the dead guy can still have such cultivation."

"The world of cultivation is so big that everything will happen. What is this? It's so rare."

Zhongli Yege immediately felt relieved and always believed that Ye Feng would have a backup plan. Who would have thought that this guy had not seen him for several years and had no idea where he got such a powerful bodyguard from. It was so shocking.

"I just said that my cousin would not lose to that guy." The happiest thing was Zhen Xuetian. Out of trust in Ye Feng, Zhen Xuetian never believed that Ye Feng would be defeated by anyone.

"Ye Feng, don't think that a powerful spirit beast can fight against me. You will definitely be killed today." The tall monk was so angry that he couldn't accept such resistance in a small place like Zhongzhou.

A spear appeared in the hands of a tall monk. He felt that the body of the thin monkey was different from that of the monkey. It was unwise to directly fight against the thin monkey. He took out the weapons and used them to deal with the thin monkey.

The short monks and the Wushuang Sect below were nervously staring at the platform that no longer existed.

"You can't beat the thin monkey even if you use weapons." Ye Feng was quite relieved about the thin monkey. In the world inside, the thin monkey had the fastest cultivation speed. After obtaining the strange Fang Yu of the Demon God, the thin monkey's cultivation speed was increasing day by day. Now he has reached the stable state of the soul refining stage, and he is ready to reach the peak state.

"Soul destroys the world!" The spear in the hand of the tall monk shook out a ray of light, and the dazzling light was like a dazzling sun suddenly appeared in the space.

A destructive aura rushed straight to the thin monkey.

There was no sign of expression on the skinny monkey's shriveled face.

"Good come!" The thin monkey screamed, rushed forward in the dazzling light, and used his palms to directly attack the tall monk.

"Boom!" The space trembled, and the attack of the tall monkey was colliding firmly with the palms of the thin monkey. The attack wave generated made the monks nearby unsteadily stand. Those with slightly worse cultivation were knocked away by the attack wave, flew backwards far away, and then landed on the ground.

Ye Feng knew that such an attack must be extremely powerful. He stayed away from the battle circle before the two took action, and led the three women who were still watching the battle out of the battle circle to avoid being attacked by the aftermath.

"Cousin, where did you get this big guy? It's so amazing." Zhen Xuetian was extremely excited. After being so stuffy for too long, he could finally vent his depression in his chest.

"This is a subordinate I got during a trial," Ye Feng explained.

After a head-on confrontation, the tall monk found that the zombie was not weak at all, and the consequences would not be very good if he fought hard like this.

"Viewing the Wizard!" The tall monk took out a colorful circle and walked towards the thin monkey.

This colorful ring is a restraining magic weapon that can tightly hold the monk inside and then quickly become smaller until the monks inside the colorful ring are strangled to death. If the monk is trapped by the colorful ring, there is absolutely no room for struggle.

The thin monkey didn't dare to be careless, and stared at the colorful circle without turning his eyes, and then a black light spit out from his mouth, rushing straight towards the colorful circle.

"Puff!" The black black light wrapped the colorful circles in it.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the black light turned out to be a black water arrow, which was suspended in the air to form a huge black water ball, and the colorful circle was wrapped in black water balloons.

The most strange thing is that the black black water arrows are constantly swallowing the colorful circles, and soon a black black film is formed on the surface of the colorful circles.

The colorful light in the colorful circles is gradually covered by black black.

"Ah!" the tall monk shouted. This magic weapon was controlled by him through his spiritual sense. Now he has gradually felt that the connection between the spiritual sense and the colorful circle is getting weaker and weaker, until he completely lost the connection.

The tall monk tried hard to increase the connection between his spiritual consciousness and the colorful circle, trying to snatch the colorful circle back from the black water arrow. However, this black water arrow was too powerful, completely blocking his spiritual consciousness.

"Puff!" The tall monk sprayed out a mouthful of blood, turning into a bright red arrow, flying towards the black water ball. This was the evolution of a stream of essence that he forced to gather.

"Gaha." The thin monkey laughed, and his huge body jumped up from the ground. Two shriveled palms passed through the air, directly intercepting the tall monk's blood arrows, and then hugged his hands into a circle, firmly controlling the blood arrows.

"Hahaha, I haven't drunk the blood of human monks for a long time, especially such a pure and delicious food. Today I've had a great time." The thin monkey sent the blood arrows controlled by his hand directly into his mouth.

"Gudong!Gudong!" The thin monkey swallowed the blood arrow in big mouthfuls, and a smile appeared on his face very rarely, but the strange smile was really scary.

The monks watching the battle in the distance were in a panic. This was too terrifying. The blood arrow evolved from the essence of a cultivator in the soul refining stage was swallowed up!

If you were caught by this zombie, you would not be sucked away from your body and turned into a mummy.

Thinking of this, the monks couldn't help but fight a cold war.

This is the mentality of a person. When facing a strong master, he may not have a terrifying psychological consciousness, but will stimulate the fighting spirit in his body. However, when facing such a scene, it is different. When thinking of himself, he will feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"Ah!" The tall monk screamed this time. After the blood arrow was swallowed by the thin monkey, it hit him very hard, and both his spiritual sense and vitality were damaged.

Then a mouthful of blood spurted towards the ground. This time the blood sprayed out after being severely damaged, and it was not aggressive.

"Tsk tsk!" The thin monkey said with great dissatisfaction: "It's a waste. You're not as good as giving it to me if you have so much blood. It's really a waste to spray it on the ground. You don't know how to save at all. You really deserve to be a great cause for everyone, but you're not ordinary."

The tall monk was almost angry when he was so angry that he sprayed blood again. He was still a zombie, why was his mouth so damaged?

Ye Feng shook his head. After staying with Liu Mang and Wu Liang for a long time in the inner world, he would inevitably be infected with the bad habits of the two, especially the way of speaking, which was too impaired.

Ye Feng didn't think about it. He was a master who was not worth his life. What else could his subordinates have? Even a decent person like Tang Jingtian would often say something that could make people angry, let alone the thin monkey trained by the unscrupulous gangster duo.

This guy seems clumsy, but his intelligence is not low. Anyone who judges people by their appearance will suffer a great loss.

The thin monkey raised his legs straight and stretched out his long arms to grab the tall monk.

"Since you donate blood for free, then you can take care of it today."

"Stop!" A angrily shouted from afar, and the short monk flew towards the thin monkey. Seeing that his companion was seriously injured, he could not sit idly.

"Why, if you suffer a loss in fighting alone, you want to fight in a group, right? You masters have no style at all. Why do you look like a rogue when fighting?" Ye Feng was dissatisfied with a loud voice and stubbornly stubborn monk, but his movements were not slow at all.

"Shake!" A black iron chain fell from the air, and suddenly shone on the head of the short monk.

"I'll move my muscles and bones too!" The big man more than ten meters tall suddenly appeared was Saburo.

This violent maniac has been depressed in the inner world for a long time and has been dissatisfied with Ye Feng, so he has been clamoring to come out for activities.

On the way to Zhongzhou, Ye Feng did not encounter any super powerful spirit beasts. Sanlang didn't fight with pleasure. Those weak spirit beasts couldn't help but fight. One iron chain would turn into a pool of minced meat, which was not enough.

Ye Feng was mainly busy rushing to the road and did not deliberately look for high-level spirit beasts. Saburo's depression would not be mentioned.

Just now, through Ye Feng's consciousness, I learned that there was a battle, and the iron chains in Sanlang's hand rustled. If he hadn't been able to leave the world directly, there would be no matter how thin monkeys were there.

The short monk's body flew in the air, and the focus point that was originally aimed at was the thin monkey, but he didn't expect a monster with a huge wolf head to kill halfway. He quickly changed the direction of the spiritual energy and welcomed Saburo's iron chain.

"Boom!" The ground was shocked, and the iron chain in Sanlang's hand had an intimate contact with the palm of the short monk.

"Bang!" The short monk's body was smashed down from the air by Sanlang and rushed towards the ground.

"Little Tudou, you can't help but fight, it's boring!" Since Sanlang was attracted by the Demon Emperor and could speak, he followed Liu Mang and Wu Liang to learn the skills of using language to subdue the enemy. Now he has achieved some success.
Chapter completed!