Mystery: start a secret pavilion

Wu Feng's body shook violently.

He was secretly taken aback.

This seemingly uncultivated beast possessed such a powerful force that it made his arm ache.

It should be noted that even if the realm is suppressed, the strength he has cultivated in the past two years is extremely pure and has reached the theoretically strongest level of the same realm.

"System, why is this?"

[These beasts have been exposed to the power of the curse for many years, which has strengthened their physique. 】

Omg!

Wang Liang, who was on the side, was chased by several wild beasts and ran around, shouting: "Brother Wu, save me!"

"Hey!"

Wu Feng worshiped the Seven Star Sword and slashed fiercely.

A star blossoms.

Those beasts were cut off limbs immediately.

Seeing Wu Feng's formidable strength, some of his crazy beasts showed a look of fear, their limbs were trembling, and they ran away.

"Be careful, I may not be able to protect myself in the future." Wu Feng reminded.

"Senior Brother Wu, don't worry, let's not talk about anything else. My method of saving my life is unambiguous. Maybe the true disciples are not as good as me."

Wang Liang patted his chest.

Wu Feng searched for the blood descendants in this misty mountain, and found bones in many places.

They are all the corpses of the disciples and elders of the Immortal Daomen.

Among them was a corpse, exuding a terrifying aura.

It turned out to be a saint!
Saints have fallen here!
"Woo~woo~woo~"

Suddenly, a crying sound came from the land of the curse.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious and weeping voice floated out.

There was a terrifying demonic quality in the voice, which made Wu Feng and Wang Liang's eyes gradually turn red, and they were about to lose control of themselves.

"what!"

Just as Wu Feng tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, Wang Liang roared and attacked Wu Feng.

"Boom!"

Not only is his eyes full of anger, but his strength is also skyrocketing.

Wu Feng swung the Seven Star Sword, and sword lights appeared one after another, the sharpness was overwhelming, and Wang Liang was knocked into the air in an instant.

Just as he was about to strike him, the sword light dissipated.

Wu Feng restrained him immediately, and shouted: "Fatty Wang, wake me up."

Wang Liang woke up, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "What's wrong with me?"

"I was going to kill me just now." Wu Feng said coldly.

Wang Liang's body trembled in fright, and he was about to explain that if you attack a true disciple, no matter what the reason is, the true disciple can kill him without taking any responsibility.

When the time comes, there is no place to cry.

Fortunately, Wu Feng didn't intend to kill, but just talked about the situation just now.

"That voice, don't listen to it."

"it is good!"

Wang Liang nodded and said a mantra: "Don't be surprised when the sky falls, and your heart is as cold as ice..."

Wu Feng glanced at it, his eyes gradually became surprised, and a cool breath gradually flowed from Fatty Wang's body.

Being close to him, even Wu Feng himself felt that the anger in his heart was reduced a lot.

This Fatty Wang has a hand!

"Woo~woo~woo~"

The voice of complaining and weeping continued to sound.

The mist slowly dissipated, and Wu Feng's eyes shrank suddenly.

He faintly saw the figure of a woman, standing in the distance and crying, extremely resentful.

A strange breath emanated from her body.

The land, flowers, plants and trees around him were all polluted at this moment and quickly turned black.

"Go!" Wu Feng shouted.

Immediately, he pulled Wang Liang away from this woman.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the earth is rapidly turning black, and the natural materials and earthly treasures growing on it, as well as the beasts drinking water, have fallen to the ground one after another, and their entire bodies have fallen into rapid corrosion, becoming bones of the dead.

Wu Feng and Wang Liang's bodies shook violently.

The light from the Tiangang Sacred Armor and the Buddhist beads dimmed a lot, and a gap suddenly opened.

"System, what can resist Lingbao, I want to exchange it?" Wu Feng yelled in his heart.

The system is indifferent.

In desperation, Wu Feng had no choice but to sacrifice Xuan Ming Jing, the reward he got from the system, reflected in the distance at this moment.

The woman's figure appeared on the mirror, and gradually became clear.

A Tsing Yi, long hair shawl.

That face is hideous and terrifying!
"what!"

A scream came out.

The figure of the woman disappeared.

The blackened land returns to normal again.

Wu Feng and Wang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Liang was not calm anymore, his calves were shaking.

"Senior Brother Wu, what should we do now?" Wang Liang asked.

"Go to the offspring of sin blood." Wu Feng said.

"Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Not far away, a white-haired old man was sharpening a knife on a whetstone, and on his head was a sword.

With a sword stuck in his head, it would be impossible for any living person to survive.

What's more, the old man was still wearing a black shroud.

"Is this old thing not a living person?" Wang Liang muttered.

"Hehe, you are right, little fat man, the old man is already dead." The old man with the sword on his head suddenly replied.

"Ghost!"

Wang Liang screamed in fright and passed out.

"It's the first time I've seen such a cowardly cultivator, but you, a little guy, are very calm. You are not afraid of me, so kill you?" said the old man with a sword on his head.

Wu Feng stared at the old man with the sword on his head, and said: "Old man, if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. With your strength, I have no possibility of escaping."

He sensed an extremely terrifying aura flowing from the old man with the sword on his head. Because of this aura, this space gradually became distorted and isolated from the outside world.

Sanctuary!

This old man is a saint!

There is also the sword stuck in the saint's head, which is even more terrifying, with the power of a rune emerging from it.

He had no doubt that when the sword was pulled out, its might would shock the world and make ghosts and gods weep.

Seeing Wu Feng's calm face, the old man with the sword on his head became more and more surprised, and said, "Little guy, you are the first interesting person I've ever met."

"Give you a choice, leave this cursed place right now."

"I have a way to send you away."

Wu Feng was taken aback, wondering who the old man with the sword in his head was, who actually possessed such power.

"I came to this magical place to complete my sect training, and I absolutely refuse to leave."

Wu Feng shook his head.

"Hahaha...Little guy, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Even a saint, with a lifespan of tens of thousands, or even more than a hundred thousand years, can't escape death, so why should I be afraid?"

"Perhaps death is just the beginning, not the end?"

"Death is only the beginning, not the end."

The old man with the sword on his head repeated this sentence repeatedly, suddenly blissful in his heart, and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, okay, a good death is just the beginning, little guy, you are really getting more and more interesting."

"Boy, I really want to keep you by my side."

"Pity……"

The old man with the sword on his head hesitated to speak, and suddenly said: "Little guy, please do me one thing, help me pull out this sword on my head."

"I'll give you this sword. It's amazing. It used to be the sword of an earth-shattering great man. Even the ghosts and gods in this world will tremble in fear in front of this sword."