Zhao Wu's wild laughter was interrupted instantly as if someone had pinched his throat.
He looked extremely frightened and angry, staring at the young man who suddenly appeared, and said in disbelief:
"You...why...are you still alive?"
Only then did everyone see clearly that it was Feng Wuji who had arrived, and everyone was shocked.
After a while, the young man named Song said in shock:
"Brother Feng?!"
"You're okay?!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Didn't you say that he was burned by the fire of sin and hell? How come there is nothing wrong with him on the outside?"
"Is the old master lying to us?!"
"impossible!"
Zhao Anfu's pupils shrank violently and he pointed at Feng Wuji with a trembling finger, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"
Feng Wuji smiled brightly and stared at him gently, with murderous intent surging in his eyes:
"you guess?"
Zhao Anfu's face turned red and he roared:
"This is impossible!"
"I saw with my own eyes that you were swallowed up by the fire of sin and hell!"
"Even if you don't get burned to death, you still can't escape the clutches of the sin-eating beast!"
Feng Wuji gently raised the horn in his hand, smiled at Zhao Anfu and said:
"Oh? Is this what you're talking about?"
Only then did Zhao Anfu notice the horn in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched wildly.
Although this horn was much smaller, the extremely familiar aura coming from it was the nightmare that had haunted him for more than two hundred years.
"This is!!!"
He had a big mouth, was horrified, and lost his voice:
"The horn of the sin-eating beast? You killed it?!"
Feng Wuji looked indifferent, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
"This beast is so bold that he dares to attack me."
"Then I can only send it to the real hell to help it return to its hometown."
Feng Wuji's face suddenly turned cold and he sneered:
"Master Zhao, you really deceived me."
"We obviously agreed to attack together, but you secretly became that beast's dog!"
"Is this considered worse than a beast?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was struck by lightning.
"Brother Feng means... that he really encountered the sin-eating beast? And he killed it?"
"Is this... really... the horn of the sin-eating beast? Oh my god!"
"I once heard that the fire of sin hell uses people's sins, karma, desires, etc. as fuel. Once it burns, it will never stop. Why is Brother Feng okay?"
Everyone looked shocked and talked a lot. They no longer looked as lifeless as before.
Several young busybodies took the lead and shouted:
"Brother Feng, this old man shamelessly said before that the elixir you gave tastes great!"
"Let me tell you, these generations of the Zhao family are really amazing, and they are shamelessly inherited."
"Oh, I am the local emperor of Duanhun Ridge, and my majesty cannot be offended."
"Isn't it true? This old guy is about to die, so he can shamelessly deceive a young man. Others can't do this kind of thing like treating animals like dogs!"
…
All kinds of strange sounds sounded from the phalanx behind the four major families.
They have been extremely frustrated these days, suppressed by the four major families to the point where they cannot hold their heads up.
At this moment, I finally seized the opportunity and laughed hard.
Zhao Wu, Zhao Ying and others turned pale, and their chests heaved violently with anger.
"enough!"
Zhao Anfu suddenly roared, with a vague momentum that surpassed the perfection of the Purple Mansion Realm, and blasted away!
The two hundred years of torture in the small hell actually made him make further progress, but he lacked the replenishment of vitality.
These days, after receiving resources from the Zhao family, he has become rejuvenated.
boom!
The old man had blue veins popping out on his face and white hair standing on end. He looked like a madman and looked very scary.
He roared at Feng Wuji:
"You hurt my grandson and bullied my Zhao family children many times!"
"The sin-eating beast can't kill you, so you're lucky."
"How dare you show up in front of me without finding a place to hide!"
"Do you think it's still the same as before?!"
"Seek death!"
Everyone felt this powerful momentum, and their hearts trembled.
"No, this old guy is so strong?"
Feng Wuji sneered and put away the horn in his hand, as if he didn't take the Zhao family seriously.
He turned to look at the stone platform that was shining with a strange purple light.
"Is this an exotic treasure?!"
Feng Wuji squinted his eyes, feeling the ominous and evil aura coming from the purple light, and felt a little horrified in his heart.
Then he looked across the stone platform and looked at the towering tree behind.
"Strange, why can't I feel the Mu Yuan force?"
"Where have you gone?!"
He quietly took out the tree branch given by Kunwu girl.
As a result, the branches were motionless and silent.
Feng Wuji couldn't figure it out and fell into deep thought.
When Zhao Anfu saw that he was completely ignoring him, he immediately took a step forward, his eyes as sinister as a demon from hell, and said angrily:
"You little bastard, I want you to die!"
boom!
His body was rioting, and the energy from his body was washed away. It was completely different from the dejected expression he had when they met before.
"Red Refined Wind Claw!"
His old arms spread out, and the palms were bent into claws. Then, the surging Yuan Power condensed into a purple-black ghost hand, and gusts of sinister wind surged out along with the wails of the wronged souls, and all the red mist spreading in the air was blown away.
"Oh? You're very energetic. You old dog seems to be full!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Wuji's lips, and he stood still, as if he didn't care.
brush!
The purple ghost hand tore down with rapid force, and the space along the way suddenly shattered.
"Brother Feng, be careful!"
The others were frightened when they saw this scene.
The man in black named Gao Zhou looked extremely ugly and said:
"This claw is no small matter! Even I wouldn't dare to touch it forcefully!"
"Why is this brat so arrogant?"
He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should go up and give this kid a hand.
"Damn, troublemaker!"
Just when Gao Zhou gritted his teeth and was about to help.
A red figure stood in front of him.
"You, don't be troublesome!"
The person coming is none other than Shang Xuan!
Gao Zhou was a little confused and didn't wait for him to ask questions.
boom!
An extremely violent collision, accompanied by a majestic momentum, resounded throughout the world!
He quickly turned his head and looked over.
Feng Wuji was seen holding a black-yellow long knife. He swung it casually, and the sharp golden knife slashed hard at the purple-black ghost claw.
Dao Gang and Ghost Hand collided in the air!
The golden blade suddenly shattered and turned into five small storms of sword energy, aiming at the five fingers of the purple-black ghost claws!
Clang clang clang!
The ghost hand was instantly covered by the tornado-like golden sword energy, and it was strangled crazily!
The rapid roar of gold and iron kept coming, which was extremely harsh.
Bang! The purple-black ghost hand could not support the strangulation of the main rolling blade energy, and after three breaths, it suddenly shattered into pieces.
"What?!"
Zhao Anfu's body suddenly shook violently, and he flew backwards in embarrassment. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and was swept into the purple stone platform by the aftermath of the fight between the two.
Whoosh!
Feng Wuji's figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared above him.
The young man raised his long knife and shouted:
"Old dog, suffer death!!!"
Just when the long knife struck down, the purple stone platform suddenly moved!