After bowing, everyone stood up and the leader took off the mask. There was no sign of burning, but they were very familiar with each other.

Bloody cry, the leader of the Bloody Sect!

"Congratulations to the leader. The nine hundred and ninety-nine yin evil blood plus the soul blood of fifty soul masters, the ancestor is about to wake up, and my blood leader will dominate the world from now on."

Xuexi took a deep breath, and an uncontrollable excitement ejaculation emanated from his sinister eyes, but he shook his head slightly after a moment.

"How can the method of rebirth of blood be so easy to succeed? The blood of Yinsha and the soul blood of fifty soul masters are not enough to completely reshape the ancestors' human nature."

"Dong Li."

"Subordinate is here."

"Do all those hot disciples, don't let go of any wind at critical moments, and then take people to stay here. Even if a bird is not allowed to fly over."

"yes!"

Everyone left temporarily, and the peace of the past was restored to the depths of the mountains. The blood pool was waving with the wind, and dense poisonous insects sank at the bottom of the pond. Of course, there was another person, Wu Feng. He could hear the conversation just now, and the mystery that had been entangled in his heart all day long finally cleared the clouds and mists to see the light of the sky.

"It turns out that the Soul King's Tomb is a game made by the Blood Sect Bu!"

The suffocation feeling forced Wu Feng out of his solemnity and would swim upwards the next second. However, at this moment, a poisonous insect suddenly exploded, followed by a piece, and finally the entire bottom of the pond. The powerful soul power began to seep down with the hostility in the blood, as if it was sucked by something. What surprised Wu Feng was that his soul power was also passing away.

"Is it the ancestor of the Blood Master below? However, you are not the only one who can absorb soul power!"

An ancestor who had not yet awakened was afraid that he would do something? Wu Feng's mouth raised proudly and after it floated to the water, the black and red magic light suddenly emitted, and the energy in the blood pool was sucked up and down.

Good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles away. News about the Four Masters’ Sect and the Lengyue Pavilion’s Zhebing Heilongshan quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Luoshen, Fang Tong was lying on the bed, depressed. One reason was that he was defeated in that ring and his reputation was disgraced. Two reason was that Bai Sanxiao and others explored the tomb of the Soul King and abandoned him and Luoshen until the servant rushed in and said in his ear.

“The message is accurate?!”

Fang Tong was surprised. After the arrival of Zheng Keyou, the deep surprise slowly disappeared, replaced by the gloating and vicious sneer that escaped the disaster.

"Little bastard, I want to prepare to kill you with my own hands, but I didn't expect it to be hahahahahahaha."

In the Tonglai Inn, the two Yin and Yang heroes pushed open the door with a heavy expression.

"What?!"

You Xi stood up with a rubbing finger, his fists clenched.

"It's true that there have been fifty soul masters in the Four Masters and Leng Yue Pavilion. He couldn't come out!"

A bolt from the blue, You Xi felt dizzy and his stiff body slowly sat down, his eyes stagnant.

"I understand, you guys go first."

Lin Da and Pang Er looked at each other, and they were also indescribable sadness.

"Brother Youxi, what are your plans?"

You Xi shook his head, and the news of Wu Feng's death made all plans vague, let alone seeking revenge on Dong Li.

"Why do I tell Master Wan that you can come to Zhongyi Alliance too?"

You Xi smiled slightly.

"No, I didn't want to stay in Luofeng City at first. Don't worry, I have a place to go."

Lin Da and Pang Er no longer advised each other. They knew that no matter how many words they said, they could not comfort You Xi. After a moment of calmness, You Xi calmed down and packed up his package and walked straight out of Luofeng City, and walked towards He'an Town.

There is a secret room in Fengyue Pavilion. Bai Sanxiao locked himself in the secret room for three days and three nights until Leng Lan'er walked in.

"Brother, why are you doing this?"

"I'm too reckless. How can I explain to them when my father and mother come out of seclusion!"

Leng Lan'er's blue hair sags slightly, and these days have been like the New Year.

"How did you check the identity of the seller?" Bai Sanxiao turned his expression and asked. Now only by checking it to the end can you be worthy of those dead people.

He raised his head, but shook it, Leng Lan'er replied, "Uncle Yixing is personally responsible for this matter, but there is no news yet."

Bai Sanxiao took a deep breath, nodded, and Leng Lan'er continued, "Brother, don't you think the whole thing looks strange when you look back?"

Bai Sanxiao frowned and fell into deep thought. After a long time, a thought suddenly flashed out in his mind. Regarding the Tomb of the Soul King, both the seller and the buyer were actually actors, and he directed a drama that he could not see through until the end.

Bang! The fist hit the wall heavily, and Bai Sanxiao completely lost the elegance and steadiness he used to be.

"I will not be a human being if I don't find out the latter!"

Looking at Bai Sanxiao, who was furious, Leng Lan'er frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Wu Feng once asked me and said that the masked man was not the Black Dragon Gang, but a force in Luofeng City pretended to be. My father was also present at that time, but because of Luofeng Tower, my father did not take the masked man to heart."

"You mean the person behind the scenes may be the masked man?" Bai Sanxiao suppressed his anger and climbed up with solemn expression again. "If what Wu Feng said is true, it would be not just about the Soul King's tomb, but there might be something deeper."

"Wu Feng is not a person who speaks nonsense!" Leng Lan'er said.

"I understand, you go out first and tell Uncle Yixing to be careful, they are in the dark, we are in the light."

"good!"

After more than ten days of life were gone, the matter of the Four Masters Sect and the Lengyue Pavilion Zhebing Heilong Mountain was not forgotten by people. Some were secretly happy, some were sad and lost, and some felt the smell of the storm coming and the wind filled the building. However, most people still regarded this as a hot chat after dinner.

Deep in the mountains, the color of the blood pool faded slightly. Wu Feng floated on the water, his eyes closed, and the black and red magic light kept lingering around his body.

Suddenly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light burst out, and the calm blood pool followed by a wave of shock several feet high.

Wow!

A tall figure rushed out of the water and flew straight to the top of the mountain. He yelled as he looked up and shouted violently. His breath burst out fiercely in his body, strong and full of strong hostility.

The black blade was pulled out, and then slashed in the air, and a black and red magic light swept out.

Bang!

The hill opposite was cut off, and the water stone fell into the blood pool, causing countless splashes of water.

"One-star soul master, really powerful!"

A familiar curve hangs on the corner of his mouth, and Wu Feng gradually puts down his breath. The ability in the blood pool finally allowed him to break through the shackles of the soul master.

Wu Feng wanted to laugh loudly, but his brows frowned and broke through to the First Star Soul Master. His perception ability also greatly improved. At this time, dozens of auras were really coming towards the Blood Pool.

Without saying a word, Wu Feng hid himself in a stern way. When the dozens of auras fell nearby, his fists gradually clenched. The person in charge was Dong Li, and there were dozens of high-level soul savants. He must have been guarding the blood pool.

"We have to guard here for half a year to build a camp."

"yes!"

As night fell, the camp had already been built, and several bonfires were lit on the high mountain peaks. From a distance, there were a few bright stars in the starry sky.

Wu Feng hid from day to night, like a cheetah guarding his prey patiently, but his stomach protested. Some barbecue was placed on the bonfire, and the smell of the nose was flooded.

After not eating or drinking for more than ten days, Wu Feng also endured what ordinary people could not bear. Now that his appetite was seduced, he had to keep touching his belly. Suddenly he felt the belt was bulging.

"Hey, I almost forgot you for so long." Wu Feng was secretly happy. The thing that was taken out of his belt was the vertical eye of the three-eyed white rabbit.

Some things are so scattered that no one believes. If you want people to believe it, you must see it as a truth. Thinking of this, Wu Feng's mouth rose again.

The smell of meat was so tempting, so Wu Feng simply held his breath until his face and neck were thick. In this way, he hid in the dark for several hours.

The moon on the top of the mountain is particularly big, and it is still a full moon tonight. It is rare to be so close. Wu Feng walked up and looked at it. He couldn't help but smile involuntarily. I don't know whether it was because of the moon or someone.

The moon gradually rose to the sky, and the camp slowly calmed down. Crying sounds were everywhere. The smile on the corner of Wu Feng's mouth stopped abruptly. He turned to lying down and frowned and looked at it. Except for the two listless guard posts, everyone else had fallen asleep.

"Look at it, I'll go pee."

"What's the point of looking good? If we say that our sect leader is just too careful."

"Stop talking nonsense, Elder Dong will slap you again when he hears it. Stare at it!"

Wu Feng smiled coldly, heeled up with his hands, slowly stretched his hands towards the man's neck, and then turned it violently.

Crack, the sound of the neck being twisted.

"What's wrong?" Another post heard the movement.

Wu Feng replied in his voice, "I've tilted my feet, come and help me."

"You're really a skewed peeing, you're really?" Another guard walked over cursingly. Before he could speak, he felt his vision suddenly turn 180 degrees.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Wu Feng smiled coldly and then quietly touched into the camp. The night was still so quiet, but a simple and crude killing occurred.

He walked out of a tent again. Wu Feng looked back and saw that it was the tenth one, and there was still the last tent left, and Dong Li was there.

In order to avenge, he suffered a year under the Jiutian Waterfall. In order to avenge, he worked hard to practice and almost became a demon. God might have been moved, so he finally waited for this day. Now when he sees him again, he is no longer the lamb slaughtered, and he is no longer the lofty god.

He lifted the tent and stepped forward. The dim fire light shook his eyes and slowly touched the black blade with his right hand.

If it weren't for Dong Li, he wouldn't have met the fairy in his heart. If it weren't for Dong Li, he wouldn't have grown to the point he is now. The next second, he raised the black blade over his head.
Chapter completed!