Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Running, running madly without knowing where to go, the strange-shaped but hard-as-gold and iron plants around him were retreating quickly.

At this moment, Zuo Feng was only in the early stage of bone refining. Even if he burst out a speed far beyond this level, it was still too slow.

The chaotic and dense footsteps and curses behind him came one after another. Not only was the distance getting closer, but the crowd was also rapidly dispersing, and all other escape routes had been blocked. Zuo Feng, who was forced to do nothing, could only grit his teeth and continue to run forward.

At this time, Zuo Feng knew clearly that if he continued to run forward, there would be greater dangers waiting for him. In particular, Zuo Feng could clearly sense that the surrounding spiritual energy was gradually changing.

Those thick spiritual energy seemed to float around like water. Zuo Feng felt that the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be squeezed towards him from all directions.

In such an environment, Zuo Feng could feel the surrounding spiritual energy, which exuded a strong breath of danger. However, Zuo Feng, who was running desperately, gradually found that the spiritual energy in his body was almost drying up.

As the spiritual energy became less and less, Zuo Feng felt that the pressure around him was getting greater and greater. At the same time, his body became extremely heavy. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and they were a little numb and wooden. What was even more terrible was that the sound behind him was constantly approaching.

Subconsciously, Zuo Feng took a deep breath. It was not a simple breath, but when he took in this breath, the technique was subconsciously running to integrate the spiritual energy into his body.

It was like a person who had been drifting on the sea for a long time without a drop of water. When he was thirsty to a certain limit, he knew that the sea water was not drinkable, but his body, which was seriously dehydrated, could not help but jump into the sea and drink a mouthful.

Now Zuo Feng was like the person who was seriously dehydrated, but he was running for his life, and what he lacked seriously was spiritual energy. So his body was almost uncontrollable, ignoring the "rational" obstruction and absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

The moment the aura was absorbed into his body, Zuo Feng sensed something was wrong. At first, it was just a feeling of heat, but then the aura seemed to boil, and the whole body seemed to be ignited.

It seemed that because of this special aura, Zuo Feng felt that his mind became fuzzy, and then dozens of warriors surrounded him. The opponent had already seen Zuo Feng's abnormality and attacked him without hesitation.

At this time, Zuo Feng almost subconsciously launched a counterattack. Facing the enemy's attack, Zuo Feng fought back desperately. The collision of the flesh was accompanied by intense pain, but at the same time, Zuo Feng also vented part of the restless and strange aura in his body into the enemy's body when he came into contact with the enemy.

The strange aura, like a deadly poison, began to spread rapidly after entering the opponent's body. Seeing that the aura in the opponent's body became restless and could no longer pose a threat to him, Zuo Feng killed him without hesitation.

The other warriors didn't understand what was happening yet, and they rushed forward like a swarm of bees. Zuo Feng grabbed a life-saving straw. While madly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, he sent the violent spiritual energy into the opponent's body during the collision.

Zuo Feng didn't want to be killed by the opponent, let alone be captured by the opponent, so he knew that this method was tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, but as long as he didn't want to die, Zuo Feng had to use this method.

The battle was extremely fierce, and several people on the opponent were invaded by spiritual energy in a blink of an eye, and Zuo Feng was also uncomfortable. After all, he also absorbed a lot of violent spiritual energy, and his body seemed to be on fire.

The scene in front of him became blurred again, and Zuo Feng began to run away again. At this time, he was extremely weak. It was not that there was a lack of spiritual energy in his body, but that his body was full of restless spiritual energy, which was constantly destroying his body and organs. He could vaguely feel that he was getting closer and closer to death.

At a certain moment, Zuo Feng, who was seriously injured and weak to the limit, finally fell to the ground and could no longer get up.

His consciousness began to become blurred again, but the scene in front of him was strangely clear, and the picture did not jump again.

Suddenly, a figure with yellow hair all over his body walked out of the forest slowly. Those trees as hard as gold and iron were directly broken when the figure walked by, which shows how solid the body is.

When the yellow body gradually walked out of the dense forest, its full appearance was completely revealed in front of Zuo Feng. It was a demon beast, and Zuo Feng recognized it as a flash wolf beast as soon as he saw it, and the flash wolf beast was Shan Ji.

The only difference was that Shan Ji was quite large, about two feet tall, slightly taller than the ordinary violent bear beast.

Shan Ji appeared beside Zuo Feng, and Ni Feng's small figure also appeared above Shan Ji's head. They seemed to be communicating with each other, but Zuo Feng, who could not understand the beast language, did not know what they said.

After a while, the Shan Ji came to Zuo Feng again, and the huge head slowly lowered. Seeing this, Zuo Feng's heart tightened slightly. Although he knew that this was a forgotten memory, he was still worried about his safety.

When the Shan Ji was still a few feet away from him, the huge head stopped, and then the golden patterns on Shan Ji's body lit up, and even the thick hair could not cover the golden light.

The golden light was flowing, constantly gathering from all parts of the body to the top of her head. Soon, a complete ancient rune appeared on Shan Ji's forehead. Zuo Feng knew clearly that the rune was an ancestral pattern of the beast race. Only a few who inherited the blood of their ancestors could condense the ancestral pattern.

When the ancestral pattern was fully lit, a drop of golden liquid slowly condensed at the edge of the ancestral pattern, and then the golden liquid slid down and finally fell on Zuo Feng's chest, and directly merged into Zuo Feng's body.

'It turned out to be blood essence, and it was the blood essence of the king's blood in her body! ' When Zuo Feng saw this scene, he was completely shocked.

In the memory that he had lost at the beginning, there was actually such a section. Especially after seeing the blood essence belonging to the king's blood fusion with the beast soul, many things that Zuo Feng had been unable to explain seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

When he left the Tianping Mountains in a trance, he encountered a wolf-eating beast, and he was very thirsty for the other party's blood, so he swallowed up all of its blood, and the beast soul also changed at that time.

Later, in the process of fighting with Zhang Yu, he had no choice but to launch the violent disintegration, and as a result, he suddenly entered a violent state, but he did not die from the violent disintegration.

In addition to these, Zuo Feng later absorbed the essence of the beast blood in the blood knife of the leader of the Red Group, and later absorbed the king blood in the body of the Netherworld Clan, the Netherworld Clan.

At that time, Zuo Feng always thought that this was because of the strength of his beast soul, but in fact, the beast soul was strong, but it was not enough to make him able to absorb those king bloods and make himself continue to grow. The reason is that this Shan Ji, in the process of helping him, once took the initiative to offer the king blood in her body to him.

...

Such a memory is only a moment, and those huge information have appeared in his mind. For Mo Shangyou and others around him, it was actually a matter of a moment.

With his palm gently pressed on Shan Ji's body, Zuo Feng's eyes gradually blurred, and then tears slowly flowed down like a broken string. He was not a sentimental person, but when he knew what Shan Ji had done for him, Zuo Feng's emotions could not be suppressed.

"Mr. Kang..., what are you doing?" Seeing Zuo Feng's appearance, Mo Shangyou couldn't help but ask in surprise. Lin Zhi and Zheng Tang were also very puzzled, and they all cast their eyes on Zuo Feng.

Slowly retracting his palm, Zuo Feng said with a slightly trembling voice: "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to touch a seventh-level monster with my own hands, and it was a seventh-level peak monster. I will... never forget this feeling!"

When he said the last four words, Zuo Feng's eyes subconsciously turned to Shan Ji. No one present knew that Zuo Feng's last four words were actually said to Shan Ji.

'I didn't expect that after we parted, you have grown to such a level. Among humans, you are definitely a genius. '

A slightly weak but kind voice sounded in Zuo Feng's mind. Although he was somewhat surprised by this voice, Zuo Feng was not panicked.

Under normal circumstances, monsters need to reach the eighth level of transformation before they can condense their sea of ​​thoughts and mental power. Before that, they have no mental power. But Shan Ji is obviously different from ordinary monsters. As the bloodline inheritor of the Shanlang clan, the special power she possesses obviously includes mental power.

With a slight movement of his mind, Zuo Feng released his mental power and said in a voice transmission: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I wanted to restore the Tianping Mountains to their original state as soon as possible, so that Zhentian could transfer the monsters in the core area as soon as possible, but I didn't expect that you would be captured."

"It's you! It turned out that you rescued my king. Good, great. For this, let alone donating a few drops of my blood, even draining me dry is fine." Shan Ji was very excited and said in a voice transmission to Zuo Feng.

"You gave me a new life with your blood. I must save you no matter what. Besides, my good brother Nifeng is determined to save you, and I came here to discuss with you the next rescue plan."

"Nifeng?" Shan Ji was a little confused.

Remembering that he had chosen this name, Zuo Feng hurriedly explained: "Nifeng was still a little beast when he was with me, the only child of Zhentian!"

"Roar"

Shan Ji suddenly opened her eyes, roared, stretched out her claws and attacked Zuo Feng fiercely.