After biting the wronged soul king's shoulder, a terrifying resentment poured into Ye Feng's body.
Just like taking a big gulp of cold beer on a June day, Ye Feng felt that the pores all over his body were opened.
"Cool!"
Those eyes full of blue light were full of greed, and Ye Feng used his right hand hard.
"Bang!" The struggling Soul King collapsed and turned into a surge of resentment, blending into other Soul Kings.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
One by one, the innocent ghost kings let out sharp roars, just like the hooting of night owls.
Compared to Ye Feng, Duanlang and Li Jiancheng were much more tragic.
Facing countless injustice soul kings, Duanlang's face was as pale as paper. If there were only one or two injustice soul kings, he would still have the confidence to kill them, but there were too many injustice soul kings now.
"Fight!"
Biting his steel teeth, Duan Lang took a deep breath, and the crimson fire sword in his hand suddenly rolled out a roll of blazing ripples.
"Roar!"
Faintly, a violent roar sounded, as if it had transcended time and space and descended into the world of mortals from ancient times.
“Bah!!!”
With Duanlang as the center, dozens of wronged soul kings burst into pieces, and a round of crimson flames swept away in all directions like a raging tide.
Not far away, Ye Feng suddenly turned his head, and his eyes filled with blue light seemed to be able to see Duanlang's current state through the layers of the Wounded Soul King.
Duan Lang held swords in both hands, with a look of madness on his face. Behind him, a phantom of a fire unicorn actually appeared.
Rumor has it that the Fire Qilin Sword is made from a fire Qilin scale and contains the soul of the Qilin.
"Hoo ho ho!"
His chest rose and fell violently like a blower, Duanlang's eyes were full of exhaustion, and he moved towards the edge of the bone boat.
However, there are too many wronged soul kings on the bone boat.
As soon as Duanlang moved, countless wronged soul kings rushed towards him again like moths to a flame.
Almost instantly, Duanlang was once again surrounded by a dense crowd of Wronged Soul Kings.
As for Li Jiancheng, there were four talismans suspended above his head. Runes like tadpoles flew out from the four talismans. Each rune exuded the blazing power of the sun, resisting the evil spirit.
King's attack.
Although the two of them used their trump cards to temporarily resist.
However, facing so many wronged soul kings, death is only a matter of time.
On the contrary, it was Fu Hongxue, holding a blood knife, and the aura on his body became more and more powerful. Every enemy soul king who rushed towards him would be cut in half by a bloody light, and the continuous and majestic resentment was swallowed up by the blood knife.
Looking at the current state of the three of them from the corner of his eye, Ye Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a devilish smile.
"This is simply my blessed place!"
The strength of these wronged soul kings is not weak, each of them is comparable to a first-level warrior. Facing so many wronged soul kings, even the strongest masters will suffer from hatred.
However, Ye Feng is a zombie, and the Wrong Soul King's strongest method of resentment is not only ineffective against him, but has the effect of nourishing his body.
"Roar!"
With a low roar, Ye Feng grabbed an enemy soul king with his backhand and stabbed the opponent's neck with his white fangs.
Suddenly, a violent resentment poured into Ye Feng's body.
"System, why do I, the Devouring Wrong Soul King, have no zombie experience and evolution points?"
"Only by swallowing blood can you gain zombie experience and evolution points!" the system replied.
"What a pity!" Ye Feng glanced at the dense crowd of Wrong Soul Kings. If these Wrong Soul Kings could turn into zombie experience and evolution points, then he would be able to break through to at least the fourth generation of zombies.
"Although the Wrong Soul King cannot bring zombie experience evolution points to the host, it can strengthen the host's body!"
"Really?"
"Eye of data!"
Host: Ye Feng (fifth generation zombie, immortal flying corpse!)
Strength:79(87)
Speed:80(88)
Physique:82(99)
Charm:40!
Zombie experience evolution points: 150/20000!
Zombie points: 70!
Items: Thousand-year-old mahogany sword, thousand-year-old hanging coffin, steel magnetic gloves, blade wings, a pot of old wine!
Kung Fu: Blood River, Blood Dark Hand!
Talent: Nightmare Eyes!
Looking at the current body data, Ye Feng grinned and entered the zombie state. His various data were greatly improved. If he entered the second zombie form, he believed that all the data would be broken.
"That, that is?"
Suddenly, Duan Lang's shocked voice sounded in Ye Feng's ears.
Holding the Fire Lin Sword, Duan Lang looked at Ye Feng not far away in shock, and said in a voiceless voice: "Ye Feng, you, you are actually a zombie?"
Duanlang's eyes were full of shock, and he was almost bitten by an injustice soul king.
Hearing Duanlang's exclamation, Ye Feng turned his head sharply.
Duan Lang was shocked. In his eyes, Ye Feng's face full of monster aura had a weird smile, especially those blue eyes, which seemed to turn into a huge whirlpool, trying to turn the face into a huge whirlpool.
His mind was tugging at it.
"Roar!"
At this moment, the phantom of the fire unicorn behind Duan Lang suddenly roared, and the power of the rolling sun swept across all directions.
"Ding!"
"Side mission three: Conquer Duanlang and Li Jiancheng. Mission completed. Reward 300 zombie points! Mission failed. Take back the blade!"
Listening to the system prompts in his mind, Ye Feng couldn't help but frown. It was almost impossible to conquer Duan Lang and Li Jiancheng. Both of them were arrogant people. I was afraid of killing them.
Nor will I surrender to anyone.
"boom!"
With a backhand slap, his dark nails flickered with strange lines, and he directly slapped away an innocent soul king. With an evil smile on his face, Ye Feng slowly walked towards Duanlang.
Watching Ye Feng walking step by step, Duan Lang had a creepy feeling. The innocent soul king could not stop Ye Feng's pace at all.
"Oh no!"
Duanlang's face was full of bitterness, and at this moment, he couldn't escape at all.
A strong smell of blood poured into Duan Lang's nose, and the right hand holding the Fire Lin Sword trembled slightly.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Hearing heavy breathing, Duan Lang looked at Ye Feng who came to him with a playful smile on his face, his voice was hoarse, "Ye Feng, let me go, I, Duan Lang, owe you a favor!"
"Do you think it's possible?"
The dark corpse energy rolled out, and the innocent soul king seemed to be frightened and began to retreat.
As the Wrong Soul King retreated, Duan Lang's pressure was greatly reduced, but his muscles tensed up as he stared at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, don't force me, even if I can't kill you, I can still seriously injure you!"
"hehe!"
Turning his eyes, Ye Feng looked at the Fire Lin Sword in Duan Lang's hand, "The Fire Lin Sword contains the power of the sun, and it is indeed very capable of restraining me. But, do you think you can still exert some of the power of the Fire Lin Sword in this situation?"
able?"
"What about me?"
Suddenly!
Li Jiancheng's voice sounded, and his face was as pale as snow, and the four talismans above his head were also dim. He walked step by step to Duanlang.
"Add you?" Ye Feng raised his eyelids and stared at Li Jiancheng, who had a cold face and wary eyes, "It doesn't look like he's qualified either!"
After saying that, under the surprised gazes of Li Jiancheng and Duan Lang, Ye Feng showed a bright smile, and then slowly backed away, and the dark corpse aura that shocked the surrounding Wounded Soul King also disappeared.
"Woooooooo!!!"
At the moment when the corpse energy was completely gone from Ye Feng's body, countless wronged soul kings pounced on Li Jiancheng and Duan Lang.
