Wow, swow, swow! One by one, a series of sounds of breaking through the air, and more than ten figures rushed towards Mu Feng, Gu Xiyu and other five people from all directions, and the terrifying spiritual energy surged out like a tide.

Five half-step Martial Kings took the lead, holding the spirit soldiers mercilessly, slashing towards Mu Feng and others.

"It's really a search for death!"

Mu Feng looked cold, and a pair of cold light flashed in the shadow under his wide hood. He took out the bone banner and swept it gently.

Roar! Countless ghosts roared out, forming a terrifying black storm, rolling towards more than ten people around.

The five half-step martial kings who were in the lead changed their faces. The moment the spirit soldiers in their hands hit the black storm, they felt cold all over their hands, and a terrifying yin energy invaded their body.

"This...what is this?"

They were shocked to find that there were ghosts with ferocious faces in the black storm, and they were invading into their bodies with their teeth and claws.

"No... these things have penetrated into my body! No, I'm in such a pain!"

A half-step martial king holding a spirit sword let out a shrill scream. The other warriors looked at him and found ghosts rushing into his seven orifices.

Immediately afterwards, the half-step martial artist shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the flesh and blood were sucked dry in a short time.

As soon as the other martial artists touched the black storm, they instantly turned into mummies and fell from mid-air.

"escape!"

The other four half-step martial artists, who saw this scene, were so scared that they were scattered, stepped on the void and fled to the rear.

Unfortunately, when they turned around, their faces turned pale.

I saw that behind them was completely blocked by the dark cloud-like ghosts.

"No..." A shrill scream continued to sound, and the four half-step martial kings were also sucked into mummies by the ghosts. Four shriveled and miserable corpses fell from mid-air.

"The Soul-Starting Bone Banner is indeed strange!"

Mu Feng's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at the bone banner in his hand with fear.

He could see clearly that when countless ghosts sucked more than ten warriors into mummies, the souls in their bodies floated out and rushed into the soul-guiding bone banner.

He remembered that after killing people, he would tore the warrior's soul to pieces, but now it is completely different.

Mu Feng knew that this change in the ghost soul should be brought by the Soul-Induction Bone Banner.

"Who are you?"

Wu Bei's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back and stared at Mu Feng with his eyes tightly.

Unfortunately, Mu Feng's face was completely shrouded in the shadow of the hood, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"This friend! It was just a misunderstanding. I apologize for my recklessness! I will drive the beast ship away from here!"

Seeing Mu Feng silent, Wu Bei kept retreating and retreating to the deck of the private orchid ship behind him.

The ghost released by Mu Feng was too strange. In just one encounter, five half-step martial kings and seven or eight martial artists from the Ninth Level of the Sea were all destroyed.

Such methods made him understand that the mysterious man in black robe in front of him definitely had the strength of King Wu and should never be provoked at will.

"Just now, I thought we were weak, so I thought I wanted to kill us to silence us; now seeing that we are strong, would you tell me it was a misunderstanding?"

Mu Feng sneered repeatedly, and took a step forward, and a terrifying murderous intent surged out.

"I am Wu Bei, the national teacher of the Xuanming Kingdom! This friend, I advise you not to be impulsive, otherwise you will regret it for life!"

Wu Bei's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.

"Threatening me?"

Mu Feng smiled, but his eyes became colder and he shouted: "Kill!"

Roar! Thirty thousand ghosts roared out, turning into a black wind, sweeping towards Wubei.

Although there are a total of 100,000 ghosts in the bone banner, Mu Feng has not used them all. After all, he is only dealing with the first-level martial king, and there is no need to release all ghosts.

"A gun is like a meteor!"

Wu Bei roared angrily, and carried a silver spear in his hand. One shot was spurted out across, and the shadows of guns erupted like meteors.

A mysterious aura surged out from the tip of his gun, and the power of the gun intention spread like ripples.

The black wind transformed by the ghost suddenly disintegrated into a huge gap, and Wu Bei spanned out and rushed towards Mu Feng with his gun.

"Originally, you can turn swords into jade, but unfortunately, you are too arrogant! Since that's the case, I'll kill you!"

Wu Bei was extremely fast, holding a spirit gun in his hand and pointed directly at Mu Feng's eyebrows, which was extremely fast.

"Overbial ability!"

Mu Feng shook his head, flicked his fingers gently, and the soul-guiding banner flew out, hanging in the air and making a strange roar.

Suddenly, a black wind whistled out and flew towards Wubei frantically.

"What?

You actually have so many ghosts?"

Wu Bei's face changed completely, and his gun power changed, blocking the first black wind, but ghosts from all directions turned into black winds, launching an offensive on all parts of his body, making him unable to withstand it at all.

"Ah...my hand..." After a while, Wu Bei's left hand was penetrated by countless ghosts, and the flesh and blood were completely sucked dry, and it quickly shriveled.

"My feet..." Immediately afterwards, Wu Bei revealed his flaw and his right foot was also eroded by the ghost, leaving only skin and bones.

"Friend, I was wrong! Please spare me..." Wu Bei let out a shrill scream and began to beg for mercy to Mu Feng.

There were too many ghosts, and once they were touched, they immediately sucked his flesh and blood crazily. In just a moment, his arms and legs were completely ruined.

If he hadn't been wearing a spiritual soldier's inner armor, he would have become a mummy now.

Mu Feng ignored his words of begging for mercy. He slapped his right seal in the air, and countless ghosts suddenly became crazy.

After dozens of breaths, Wu Bei's inner armor finally could not withstand the crazy attack of the ghost. The light dimmed and shattered into countless pieces.

With a shrill scream, Wu Bei was completely submerged by countless ghosts.

When Wu Bei's mummy fell from mid-air, the surroundings were quiet.

Many beast ships and warriors who came from Mu Feng's movements were silent when they saw the mummy that had fallen into pieces on the ground.

Everyone's eyes were filled with fear, and they looked at Mu Feng and others with fear.

They have secretly regarded this team as an existence that must not be easily provoked.

Wu Bei is a first-level Martial King. He died like this. Who would dare to have any covetousness towards these people?

A ghost came roaring and obediently placed a space ring in Mu Feng's palm.

Mu Feng broke the restriction on the surface of the ring, searched inside for a while, and took out a pitch-black token.

This token was the order of King Wu snatched from Yan Yi.

"Good luck! I just came to Huang Gucheng and got the second Martial King Order!"

Mu Feng put away the order of King Wu and felt quite comfortable. He knew that each order of King Wu corresponded to the Nine Swords of King Wu's natal spirit sword.

The nine spiritual swords of the Nine Swords Martial King are extremely extraordinary. Mu Feng plans to put all the nine spiritual swords into his bag, and then form a sword formation to combine them with Chisha.

The Tai Chi Sword Formation was completely scrapped in Qiu Xiang's battle, and he needed a new sword formation to live in Chi Sha.
Chapter completed!