"Seniors, if you want this bead, just come and get it, and you can use your own methods!"
"But...by then, don't blame Feng for being ruthless!"
The young man stood in the encirclement, facing the powerful men from all the major forces in the Western Continent alone, without any fear at all.
The expressions of everyone who had spoken before suddenly turned cold.
This guy didn't even give them any face.
One of them said angrily:
"What an arrogant boy!"
"Do you really think you can fight against so many forces alone?"
"If we leave you alone, even if you are a good fighter, the members of the four major families will be able to devour you until nothing is left!"
Another old man said angrily:
"Junior, don't get carried away!"
"You are already so strong at such a young age. You will definitely shine in the future. It would be a pity if you lose it here!"
"Hurry up and hand over the beads, I'll keep you safe!"
Feng Wuji sneered and his eyes narrowed.
boom!
The red jade sword energy spurted out from his body, turned into thousands of red clouds, and aimed at everyone who surrounded him.
"Is Feng's sword sharp?"
"If you have the ability, come and give it a try!"
The young man's eyes were as sharp as a sword and his aura was absolute.
Everyone didn't expect that he actually had the courage to resist, and they were a little stunned for a while.
Feng Wuji's combat prowess is obvious to everyone. If he rushes up at this moment, it will inevitably become a stepping stone and take advantage of those behind him.
No one wanted to be the one who stood out, nor did they want to leave, so the situation suddenly fell into an awkward situation.
Feng Wuji had a cold expression on his face and held the purple beads tightly in his hands.
With the suppression of Taihuang Seal Tower, this monster orb is much quieter now.
He has quietly tried to put it into the Najie and Najie boxes, but he couldn't do it.
This shocked Feng Wuji.
When an item cannot be stored, it often means that the order of the item is too high and the storage items cannot hold it.
Only after it is refined can it be taken into the body and used for one's own use.
But in front of him, these people would not let him leave easily.
Feng Wuji squinted his dark eyes, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes.
Although this bead has an extraordinary origin, it... is not what he wants most!
Because it has nothing to do with the origin of wood.
"Old guy, do you feel the Mu Yuan power in this?"
In the sea of consciousness, Zu Huo sensed it carefully for a while and said softly:
"In this bead, apart from the ferocious aura that is so rich that it is almost substantial, there is no trace of wood energy."
"Weird..."
Feng Wuji murmured.
But the fleeting Mu Yuan power that I sensed earlier was clearly intense to the extreme.
Just when he was puzzled.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a wave of vitality in the crowd, and a figure suddenly crossed the crowd, flew into the sky, and stared at Feng Wuji.
"I want you to die!"
This man had three strange magic lines on his face, his eyes were completely black without pupils, and his tone was as cold as a ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
"This is...Zhao Wu?!"
"How did he become like this?!"
"Did he use any moves? His current aura...is not right!"
Everyone couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw Zhao Wu's strange appearance.
Some older practitioners had even more surprised and uncertain expressions in their eyes.
Zhao Wu at this time reminded them of some long-distant memories.
Feng Wuji frowned, put away other thoughts in his heart, and sneered:
"That depends on whether the Zhao family master has this ability!"
Zhao Wu snorted coldly, and a circle of black mist rose from his body, spread suddenly around, and then disappeared again.
"die!"
His figure was blurry, and he rushed in front of Feng Wuji in the blink of an eye.
boom!
Zhao Wu punched out, and his Yuan Li surged like a wave, mixed with the power of a million, and swept towards Feng Wuji fiercely.
Feng Wuji's face changed slightly and he pointed his toes in the air, trying to avoid the blow.
Um?!
He suddenly found that his body was extremely heavy, as if it was tightly grasped by something, making it difficult to move.
"It was the black mist that caused it just now!"
Feng Wuji suddenly understood, but now the punch was so close that he couldn't avoid it!
A sharp light flashed in his eyes, golden aura wrapped around his fist, and the same punch exploded out!
boom!
The two fists hit each other, the air waves rolled, and the powerful shock wave exploded with the two people as the center!
Several people who were relatively close to them were instantly blown away by the aftermath of the fight, as if struck by lightning, and hit the ground far away, vomiting blood from their mouths.
boom!
The two figures separated and flew backwards.
"How come this guy's strength has improved so much?!"
Feng Wuji's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a bit frightened and angry.
The original Zhao Wu was at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm. After his appearance changed, his strength actually improved by leaps and bounds.
"This is... some kind of spell!"
"Did you see the lines on his face? Those are curse lines!"
"It seems that he cursed himself, so his strength increased greatly!"
Zu Huo suddenly said.
Feng Wuji's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists subconsciously, squeezing the purple orb until it made a squeaking sound.
Like soul magic, incantation has always been regarded as a deviant method due to the strange power of the sword.
Its characteristic is to hurt yourself first and then hurt others.
Practicing spells often takes a short time and has good results.
If you ignore its side effects, it can be called the cultivation method that practitioners dream of!
For most spells, the fate of the caster is usually very miserable.
"It's unexpected that this guy can do such evil things."
Feng Wuji shook his numb right arm and said coldly.
"Little guy, you are wrong!"
"Spells are not evil methods, but an upright way of cultivation."
"I once saw with my own eyes a powerful man of magic. The power of one person is enough to suppress the world."
"It's just a pity that not only is your human race's basic cultivation system broken, but even the four great heretics that were once so glorious have become the trivial skills they are today."
There was a trace of nostalgia in Zu Huo's tone.
"Um?!"
"The Four Righteous Paths?"
Feng Wuji was a little surprised.
"Witch, Gu, curses, and talismans are the four great heretical arts of your human race!"
Zu Huo explained calmly.
"There is also this saying..."
But this was the first time Feng Wuji had heard of it.
Five hundred years ago, curses were already a street rat that everyone shouted about, and witchcraft and voodoo were even more talked about. That is to say, the magic of talismans was still a little more common.
But most people who specialize in weapon refining will delve into talismans, and people just regard them as tools, such as the Bichao Yanjia Talisman that Feng Wuji currently holds, the Xuanyuan Talisman that he used before, etc.
"I'll tell you this when I have time. Now, let's deal with this guy first. Be careful!"
Zu Huo reminded hurriedly.
After Zhao Wu was knocked back by the force of the fist, he wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and he said with a ferocious smile:
"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily!"
"You and the exotic treasure are both mine!!!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
boom!
Along with the wild laughter, the first curse lines on his face suddenly broke into pieces!