The joyful sound of swords, the roars and screams of corpses. ┗26nbsp;23┛ intertwined into a unique melody in the gloomy city of the dead, constantly impacting every nerve of everyone.
Fuzzy figures frantically attacked the monks guarding the platform. They screamed in agony, and along with the monks who were blown into powder, they composed tragic poems on the originally empty streets.
Everyone tried their best to attack the enemies around them. At this moment, they had forgotten everything else. They could only buy Wuming more time by fighting non-stop and blooming brilliant magic.
People around you are not harmed.
In just half a stick of incense, more than half of the Zhong family monks were killed or injured, and only about twenty of them were still fighting.
But just when everyone thought that their souls would be buried here like everyone else in the next second, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, and then there was a loud noise.
Everyone looked back and saw that on the platform, the huge iron tree shattered into pieces and turned into countless black iron pieces, dissipating in the air. In front of the flying iron pieces, there was an old man with white hair all over his head.
The man in black robe knelt weakly on the ground, holding a long red sword tightly with one hand and stabbing it into the ground. He used the sword to support his body to prevent himself from falling down.
"His7e7e7ehis7e7e7e7e"
As the iron tree disappeared, a terrifying wind suddenly rose up, emitting a shrill scream. All the blurred figures were shaken violently. After a moment, there was a bang, and they turned into flying ash, creating disgusting clouds.
The stench disappeared on the long street.
The corpse hanging on the iron tree stared with sinister eyes, staring at the nameless person on the ground, and screamed incessantly, like the curse of a ghost, but also like the cry of an innocent soul.
"Bump...bump...bump!"
Bursts of explosions were accompanied by screams, intertwined with pieces of iron flying all over the sky. All the corpses hanging on the trees exploded, and immediately turned into black shadows and penetrated onto the huge platform.
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"Wu Ming!" Chen Feng was the first to react. He flashed wildly and came to Wu Ming. He grabbed Wu Ming and then shouted to the people behind him: "Everyone get out of the city!"
After saying this, Chen Feng held Wuming under his arm, turned into a divine rainbow and rushed towards the outside of the city. Everyone else followed suit, grabbed the monks who were still alive around him, and flew towards the outside of the city.
The howling wind swept across the entire City of the Dead, like the end of the world, and soon turned into a huge black whirlwind, steaming up, connecting the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked back and saw that in the huge black whirlwind, countless corpses that were originally wandering in the city were sucked straight in, and then seemed to be minced by huge windmills, and turned into countless minced meat. The scene was horrifying.
Extremely human.
Without the obstruction of the vague figure, everyone moved very fast. It took only half an hour to fly out of the Capital of the Dead, and the Capital of the Dead behind them was also turned into ruins in the huge whirlpool.
Everyone was dumbfounded at the shocking scene before their eyes! Chen Feng, however, had no time to pay attention to the things in the city. He placed Wuming gently on the ground, and then directly put the blood-drinking sword into its scabbard.
"Wu Ming, you, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Wang Simiao strode to Wu Ming, looked at Wu Ming's old appearance, with tears in his eyes, and asked loudly, but Wu Ming gave a dry look.
Her lips tried hard to say something, but no sound came out.
"Boss, boss, what happened to Wuming? You, please save her, I beg you, please save him!" Wang Simiao was covered in blood, and big drops of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he held Chen Feng's arm hard.
, said pleadingly.
"Si Miao, don't worry, I, I will do it!" Chen Feng looked down at Wuming's wrinkled face and long silver hair, his heart pierced.
Although Wuming and I have only known each other for less than a few months, they are friends who live and die together. We have been in the soul land through life and death, and our lives depend on each other. And for his current condition, he cannot escape the blame. If he hadn't let him
If he went to attack the iron tree, maybe he wouldn't pull it out and drink blood. If he hadn't asked him to attack the iron tree, maybe he wouldn't have become like this!
Pulling out the Great Return Pill, Chen Feng fed it into Wuming's mouth without hesitation, and then released a trace of spiritual thought into Wuming's body, only to find that the Great Return Pill had no effect at all on Wuming's injury.
"If one doesn't work, just two! You eat it, Wuming, you eat it!" Chen Feng had tears in his eyes and his lips trembled slightly. He had experienced too many lives and deaths, and the disappearance of every friend around him was a big surprise to him.
It is said to be a great torture.
One by one, the fragrant golden Great Return Pills were put into Wuming's mouth. Everyone looked at Chen Feng silently, and there was a dead silence in the air!
Suddenly, a wrinkled and dry hand grabbed Chen Feng's wrist, and then Wuming opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing a pair of pupils that were already somewhat dilated.
"Boss, boss! I, I may not be able to go on with you. If you drink blood, you will drink blood. This is my fate. I can't escape it. You, you don't have to worry about me, no...
Stop wasting the Great Return Pill!"
The hoarse voice came from Wuming's mouth, intermittent, making it difficult to hear clearly, but Chen Feng still shook off Wuming's hand as stubbornly as a child, and put the Great Return Pill into Wuming's mouth: "Wuming, no, don't give up,
Just eat it, you will be fine, you will be fine!"
"Wu Ming, you don't want it, you, can you listen to the boss? You, didn't you say you would protect me? You can't give up, I, I can't do it without your protection!" Wang Simiao knelt down in front of Wu Ming with a thud.
Next to him, Wuming's body was shaking vigorously, but Wuming struggled to squeeze out a smile, and reached out tremblingly to touch Wang Simiao's head, but in the end it stayed in mid-air, and then collapsed helplessly!
"Wu Ming!" Wang Simiao roared hard, and immediately hugged Wu Ming into his arms, knelt on the ground and cried loudly, while Chen Feng bit his lips tightly and closed his eyes.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, no one spoke, no one spoke, only the dark wind in the city continued to roar, as if mocking the fragile life of human beings and the ignorance of human beings who dare to set foot on this land!
Asking for love, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked slowly to Chen Feng's side, stretched out his jade fingers and patted Chen Feng's shoulder.
Chen Feng opened his eyes, took a deep look at Qingqing, and stood up slowly. He knew that he couldn't fall down here. There was still a long road ahead. He had already lost a brother, so he couldn't let it go again.
Wang Simiao and Wenqing died here.
"Fellow Taoist A Niu! Don't be too sad. I believe that fellow Taoist Wuming doesn't want to see you acting like this!" Zhong Baiqi sighed and turned to look behind him.
This time, he led more than 300 Zhong family monks into the City of the Dead. In just over two days, he lost all his troops. Only about 40 people remained, and half of them had lost their fighting ability. His mood
Isn't it extremely uncomfortable?
"Friend Zhong Dao, I know!" Chen Feng nodded, looked down at Wang Simiao, who was still crying loudly, then reached out and took out dozens of Great Return Pills in his arms, and stretched them out towards Zhong Baiqi: "These Great Return Pills, let everyone surrender."
Come on, I believe it will be useful to them!"
"Thank you Taoist Aniu for your help!" Zhong Baiqi looked at the Great Return Pill in Chen Feng's hand, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. However, it was not the time to say anything more at this time. He just held a fist at Chen Feng and then took the Great Return Pill.
, and then ### distributes it...
The nameless corpse was buried on the giant peak of the City of the Dead! Looking at the black whirlwind still flying in the city, Chen Feng had mixed feelings in his heart and was extremely upset.
"Why, are you still thinking about Wuming?" Wenqing stood beside Chen Feng silently and asked softly.
"Well, is it really worth it? What is right? What is wrong?" Chen Feng nodded, looked down at the shadow that had appeared at his feet, and asked softly.
"Actually, I can't blame you. Even if you don't come to look for Miss Zhong, I believe you will come here if you follow the map!" The so-called right and wrong of Chen Feng's natural way of asking questions is to ask her, save it yourself.
Miss Zhong, but she took Wu Ming’s life, right or wrong!
Although Chen Feng knew that the question was true, he still felt extremely guilty. He turned to Wang Simiao, who was sitting blankly in front of the unknown grave in the distance, and felt even more uncomfortable.
Wang Simiao, a man with a straightforward and even simple personality, has not experienced too many things. Now Wuming's death is a huge blow to him! It has made his originally active character much calmer.
"Forget it, don't think about it. Since it has already happened, there is no point in thinking about it!" Wenqing followed Chen Feng's gaze, saw Wang Simiao in the distance, and sighed softly to comfort him.
A long sigh came from Chen Feng's mouth. Chen Feng shook his head and walked towards the foot of the giant peak.
The black whirlwind blew in the City of the Dead for three full days before dissipating. During this period, most of the Zhong family monks recovered their fighting ability, and Chen Feng and the other three were basically recovered and prepared to move towards the Palace of the Dead in the deepest part of the city.
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Entering the City of the Dead again, the scene in front of me was completely different from before. I could see that the ground was in ruins everywhere, and the corpses that were originally wandering on the streets disappeared completely. They had obviously been destroyed for three consecutive days.
The huge whirlwind tore everything apart.
With everyone, Chen Feng took the lead to the west of the city, only to find that the previous platform was still standing there quietly, and the iron tree that had originally shattered had regenerated without knowing when, but the iron tree at this time was different from the previous one.
, more than ten thousand times smaller!
"Could this thing grow on its own?" Seeing the iron tree that was just a sapling, Zhong Baiqi was stunned for a moment and asked in astonishment.
Chen Feng didn't answer. Things here were so weird that even if Tie Shu could be reborn, it wouldn't surprise him too much.
After watching for a while, Chen Feng shook his head. Regardless of whether Tieshu would become the same as before, it had nothing to do with him, because with the cultivation of himself and others, even if Tieshu was destroyed again, he would still be reborn.
, what he has to do now is to go to the palace, and he doesn't know what dangers are waiting for him.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked into the distance and saw in the distant sky, an extremely tall giant building, standing between heaven and earth like a god and demon, waiting for the arrival of Chen Feng and others...
