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The dark night sky lit up again, but it was a strange dark purple.

"Quick... look, what is that?"

Suddenly, a young woman pointed at the heads of the crowd, her voice trembling, and her tone changed a little.

Only then did everyone see that a dozen or so dark purple flames were floating above their heads, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Although it is a flame, what is released is extremely cold.

Under the purple light, everyone felt their bodies were frozen, as if their souls were frozen, making it difficult to move.

Only Yao Da, Yao Mu, and several Yiwen fighters who had practiced the fighting method were present, their energy and blood were running vigorously, and they were able to move freely.

But they were also obviously frightened by this weird scene, their faces stiffened.

At this moment, everyone's faces were covered with a strange purple light, and each could clearly see the fear and anxiety in each other's eyes.

And at the next moment, a sobbing sound, like a baby crying in the middle of the night, suddenly sounded in the silent night sky, from far to near, from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, on all sides of the forest, pairs of dark purple pupils lit up in the darkness.

It was like a group of ghosts, watching the people of Iron Mountain Tribe from a distance.

This sudden scene made all the hairs on their bodies stand on end and their hearts beating wildly.

Even those warriors with a single grain of strength felt stiff all over, the blood in their bodies seemed to be coagulated, and they were extremely frightened.

"Dark... Night Spirit!"

At this moment, even the old patriarch Yao Mu, who had kept his composure, trembled.

Saying this, he never dared to say the terrible name to his clansmen.

Rumor has it that after the night falls, there will be night spirits.

They are like ghosts, immortal, and will harvest all creatures in the dark night.

Before, he had been desperately urging his clansmen to move forward, and what he was afraid of was encountering these things.

But now, not only did they meet, but they were surrounded, with dozens of pairs of purple eyes watching them faintly.

Facing this supernatural power, even the brave Wu people could not contain the panic in their hearts.

And the night spirit in the darkness also seemed to feel the fear of these Wu people.

"Jie Jie Jie...!"

Right in front of everyone, a pair of purple eyes flickered slightly, and they let out a scalp-numbing sharp laughter.

The fear in everyone's hearts increased sharply, and even children and women, who were already frightened, began to cry.

But in the next moment.

"what……!"

The weird laughter stopped abruptly and turned into a shrill scream.

At the same time, there was a cold killing sound.

"Pretending to be a ghost, you will die to me!"

The first thousand and 760 chapters of the Nether tribe

In the dark night, there was a shrill scream, accompanied by Han Feng's cold voice.

Instantly awakened everyone in the Tieshan tribe.

The scream just now, well... seems to be from the night spirit.

Could it be... Han Feng also took action against these night spirits?

In the darkness, Yao Mu and Yao Da looked at each other, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes.

Yao Mu, in particular, had heard too much about the legends about the coming of the dark night and the night spirits, which caused the instinctive fear in his heart to grow.

When he saw the night spirit appearing, he hardly had the thought of resisting.

Unexpectedly, Han Feng had already made a direct move.

He couldn't help but worry in his heart whether Han Feng would be in danger.

But then, there were screams and screams that sounded around them.

Those strange purple eyes quickly disappeared into the darkness, and their worries gradually disappeared.

At this moment, in the darkness, Han Feng, wearing a black tiger cloak, was as fast as lightning.

Quickly shuttled between a group of figures condensed from black mist.

His whole body was boiling with energy and blood, like a beast roaring in the forest.

Surrounded by qi and blood, the scorching fists swept by the wind blasted towards these black shadows.

These figures are extremely strange, being blown away by a punch, they will automatically condense, as if they are immortal.

If it was an ordinary Wu clan warrior, if he encountered such a strange scene, he would be frightened immediately and his blood would fluctuate, and his strength would be greatly reduced.

But Han Feng is too familiar with these guys, they are just slaves of the Nether clan.

Moreover, the strength is far inferior to the slaves of the Lingwu Continent. At best, they are spirit bodies formed by the gathering of some ghostly energy.

As long as the Wu clan warriors with strong vitality are strangled several times with vitality and blood, they will be scattered.

However, Han Feng didn't need to do this at all. He was already strong and powerful, far beyond his superficial cultivation.

Moreover, the Hunyuan Jue combat method he practiced seems to have a powerful restraint effect on these underworld slaves.

With one punch, the power of Qi and blood spreads automatically, burning the ghostly Qi that wants to reunite directly into white smoke.

Therefore, Han Feng's efficiency in killing them even exceeded the speed of killing wild beasts.

"Pongpongpeng...!"

In the darkness, everyone in the Tieshan tribe was at a loss.

I saw a black shadow, under the purple will-o'-the-wisp, speeding back and forth.

Wherever they passed, those night spirits screamed and disappeared.

Just between cups of tea, Han Feng made a circle and returned to the back of the team.

"Keep going."

The calm voice sounded again behind everyone, making the horrified tribe people wake up like a dream.

Yao Mu and Yao Da, who were the leaders, swallowed at the same time, looked back at Han Feng's direction, their expressions were astonished.

This is a fierce man who dares to kill even "ghosts"!

With such a powerful existence guarding them, what else do they have to be afraid of?

The two cheered up, lit the torch again, and led the clansmen forward.

Along the way since then, the purple will-o'-the-wisp and the night spirit also appeared several times.

But they were all shot by Han Feng, screaming and screaming, and even fled in a hurry.

Everyone in the Tieshan Tribe felt relieved, and they were getting closer and closer to the golden holy light.

On the way forward, Han Feng's eyes suddenly moved, and he swept towards a dense forest in front of the right.

With a flash of his figure, he disappeared in place in an instant.

The next moment, he came to a dense forest and grassland and looked at the ground.

There was a shivering figure covered in blood, frost condensed on the surface.

This person is none other than Yao Huo who abandoned the Tieshan tribe and left alone.

At this moment, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and scratches and bite marks caused by powerful wild beasts could be seen everywhere.

Even at this time, one of his thighs had been torn off, bloody and bloody, revealing broken bone stubble, and the blood had been frozen into ice.

With such an injury, if he wasn't a Sanwen warrior, he would have died already.

But at this moment, he also lost his ability to move because of his serious injuries. If he stayed here, he would soon be killed by those night spirits.

Yao Huo was also taken aback when he saw Han Feng appearing like a ghost.

But immediately, a strong will to survive burst out in his eyes.

"help me!"

Han Feng stared at him coldly.

"What about the rest?"

"They're all... all dead, so many wild beasts, they're all dead!"

Yao Huo obviously had a very terrifying and desperate experience, and his eyes were filled with fear at the moment.

"Please, save me!" Yao Huo pleaded again.

Hearing this, Han Feng nodded, under Yao Huo's expectant eyes.

"Crack!"

Han Feng stretched out his hand and broke his neck, turned around and left, he didn't have time to waste time on this kind of person.

He left without a sound, and returned to the rear of the large army without a sound.

Looking to the north, at the approaching holy light, Han Feng looked around the dark forest around him again, frowning.

Because at this moment, the Blessed Land Ling in his body shone brightly.

Fu Diling already has the ability to sense the breath of the Nether tribe.

Through the induction at this moment, Han Feng can judge that another Ming slave is approaching in this direction, and it seems that his strength is not weak.

Han Feng immediately urged everyone to speed up.

Soon, a group of people passed through a dense forest, and a plain appeared in front of them.

And that holy light is only a few miles away from them, so it can be said to be close in front of them.

The golden holy light brought everyone a strong sense of security in this endless darkness. Everyone was excited to speed up and approach the holy light.

But at this moment, the bitter cold wind swept over again, blowing so that everyone could barely move.

Purple will-o'-the-wisps fluttered above his head, and this time there were hundreds of them gathered.

They also appeared in all directions, and there were hundreds of densely packed figures condensed by black mist.

At this moment, in front of everyone, three pale men appeared.

They are not much different from ordinary Wu people.

The only difference is that their bodies are filled with black air, and there are strange purple lines on their foreheads.

None of them had pupils, and their dark eye sockets looked weird and terrifying.

At this moment, Han Feng's figure had arrived in front of the Tieshan Tribe at some unknown time, and looked at the three men.

Han Feng looked at the three of them curiously, because he found that the three of them exuded a strong ghostly aura.

Although the breath is extremely cold, it is a real flesh and blood body.

He has already realized that these three people may be the real Nether people.

Moreover, the purple lines on their foreheads seem to resemble witch lines, symbolizing strength.

The person in the middle of the three has five purple stripes between his eyebrows, and the two beside him have four purple stripes.

"It was you who killed our underworld slave?"

At this moment, the person in the middle of the other party actually spoke, his voice was cold and emotionless.

Han Feng didn't answer the other party, his eyes were still on the three of them, sizing them up non-stop.

As if seeing something weird and weird, he nodded frequently while looking at it.

Seeing Han Feng's reaction, the three Nether clansmen on the opposite side were obviously taken aback.

The Nether clansman in the center seemed a little annoyed, and snorted coldly.

Immediately, the two people beside him took a step forward at the same time.