It is extremely difficult to kill the Great Lord in the middle star position. Unless the will to merge into the planet is destroyed, otherwise there is an 80% chance of being resurrected. Because of this, the old Taoist Chang Mei sealed this place with the Youquan Blood Demon. With the help of the formation,
First, destroy its will to merge with the planet, only then can we truly kill it.
Of course, for Ye Feng, it is not that troublesome to kill a middle-star master. He can use the power of three annihilations of his fangs to directly annihilate everything about the middle-star master, including the will and the planet that blend together.
soul.
This is also the scary thing about zombies.
It’s better to mess with the King of Hell than zombies!
Meeting the resentful gaze of Youquan Blood Demon, Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, apart from sealing you, what other demons have been sealed by the old Taoist Changmei?"
The Youquan Blood Demon's eyes flashed and he said: "There are quite a few, but I only know of two sealed places. One of them, like me, was a false saint in his heyday."
"Then, let's go!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, and his body disappeared in an instant. Under the horrified gaze of the Youquan Blood Demon, he grabbed his arm and immediately stretched out his right hand. His dark nails showed mysterious and strange lines, tearing apart the sealing barrier.
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"Buzz!!!"
The next second, the figures of Ye Feng and Youquan Blood Demon appeared above the ruins of Shushan Mountain.
"Is the seal broken like this?"
Youquan Blood Demon blinked and glanced around. For a moment, it was a bit hard to accept. After all, the sealed place had trapped him for hundreds of years, but now, Ye Feng just stretched out his hand, and the sealed place was broken. This kind of
The gap made the Youquan Blood Demon feel depressed as he vomited blood.
"Brother, do you need blood to restore your strength?"
"Um!"
"My essence and blood should be able to help you recover to your full body state!"
Ye Feng is now a Zombie Ancestor, a drop of essence and blood is more powerful than the holy medicine of heaven and earth.
"Buzz!"
Seeing the gold-tinged purple blood beating on Ye Feng's fingertips, which seemed to possess spirituality, Youquan Blood Demon's pupils suddenly shrank and his breathing became rapid.
However, Youquan Blood Demon was confused again.
Can the blood of the zombie ancestor be taken casually?
"Brother, are you afraid that I will use this drop of blood to control you?"
There was an embarrassed look on Youquan Blood Demon's face. This was exactly what he was worried about.
"Brother, if I want to control you, I have many ways. There is no need to consume a drop of such precious blood essence. You know, I only have thirty-six drops of blood essence now. If I consume one drop, it will take a long time to recover.
Of course, this drop of blood will definitely restrain you and prevent you from escaping from the battlefield!" Ye Feng didn't hide anything, after all, this is a fact.
Hearing what Ye Feng said, Youquan Blood Demon thought about it, gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will be disrespectful, brother!"
Ye Feng smiled softly, flicked his finger, and the drop of blood fell towards the mouth of the Youquan Blood Demon.
The Youquan Blood Demon opened his mouth wide and took it in one mouthful.
"Boom!!!"
For a moment, Youquan Blood Demon felt as if he had swallowed thousands of tons of blood. The billowing blood made his body swell.
"What a terrible blood!" Even though he had already guessed that this drop of essence and blood was not simple, only after actually taking it did the Youquan Blood Demon understand how precious the essence and blood of the Zombie Ancestor was.
"boom!!!"
The body of the Youquan Blood Demon suddenly burst apart and turned into a sea of rolling blood evil, covering hundreds of miles in radius. The blood evil energy in it condensed and transformed into ferocious faces.
"Brother, brother, I need half a month. After half a month, I will definitely be able to regain my strength!"
"good!"
Ye Feng raised one hand, and the billowing holy frost flames surged out, covering the vast sea of blood evil, and said: "With the protection of the holy frost flames, even if the old Taoist master comes, he can't disturb your recovery!"
"Thanks a lot, brother!"
"Brother, then you restore your strength here, and I'll go somewhere else. By the way, where is the false saint you mentioned who was sealed by the Taoist Chang-mei?"
"Hangcheng, under the West Lake!"
Ye Feng blinked, with a strange look in his eyes, "It can't be the White Snake, right?"
"Brother, let me go to Hangzhou West Lake first!"
After saying this, Ye Feng's figure merged into the void.
…
Hangzhou, by the West Lake, a painting boat is docked on the shore.
The willows are swaying, the sun is high, and the West Lake is bustling with activity.
On the painting boat, a man with a tall build and a resolute face, as sharp as a knife, was drinking sips of wine. Next to him was a helpless young man.
"Senior Brother Yun, you have been here for almost half a year."
These two people were surprisingly Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng.
Bu Jingyun didn't seem to hear Nie Feng's words, and threw the empty wine bottle into the West Lake with a cold voice, "Waiter, another bottle!"
"Oh oh oh!"
At the other end of the painting boat, the waiter's face was full of helplessness, he opened a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and sent it over.
"Senior Brother Yun, there's no way you can just wait here!" Nie Feng said again.
Bu Jingyun picked up the white wine, took a swig, and wiped the traces of wine from the corner of his mouth. "When Ni Bodhisattva left Tianxiahui, he told Wen Chou Chou that he would come here sooner or later."
"Hey!" Nie Feng sighed softly and said, "But the Clay Bodhisattva didn't say when he would come to the West Lake."
"I'll wait until he shows up."
"What do you want from Clay Bodhisattva?"
Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded inside the painting boat.
The expressions of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng changed drastically. They were both extremely powerful in the Yang God Realm now, and it was impossible for ordinary people to approach them silently.
"Is it you?"
When Nie Feng turned to look at the figure sitting behind him, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
Meeting the horrified gazes of Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, Ye Feng smiled calmly, "It's still the same question as before, what do you want to do with Ni Bodhisattva?"
Bu Jingyun took a deep breath, threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and knelt down on one knee under Ye Feng's surprised gaze, "King Wujiang, I know that Ni Bodhisattva is now working for you on Huangquan Road. As long as you let Ni Bodhisattva count for me.
Whereabouts, I, Bu Jingyun, will sell my life to you."
"who?"
"Kong Ci!"
There was a strange light in Ye Feng's eyes as he looked at Bu Jingyun, whose right arm was intact.
The fire unicorn has been killed by Ye Feng, and it is impossible for Bu Jingyun to obtain the unicorn arm because of being contaminated with unicorn blood.
Ye Feng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, thinking in his mind, "Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng are probably the sons of luck. Although they are currently in the Yang God realm, if they realize Moko's immeasurable power, they will be almost as powerful as demons."
, I’m afraid even the ordinary high-ranking stars would be hard-pressed to match. If they can break through to the minor stars, realize Moko Boundless, and cooperate with each other, then can they match the false saint?"
In the "Feng Yun" comics, Moko Wuliang has a power that transcends time and space, and is definitely one of the most terrifying forces in the world.
