Wu Daolin trembled all over, feeling that death was coming.
'boom!'
Xiao Feng stomped on his head, and a golden needle flew out.
"Ah...my eyes..."
Yin Rou screamed, her right eye was blinded by Xiao Feng, and the golden needle almost penetrated her head.
The huge penetrating force caused her body to fly backwards and fall heavily to the ground.
Wu Qingfeng took the opportunity to run forward with his lame leg, and Yang Shijun hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Kill them for me."
Following Yin Rou's roar, the disciples of Shenxian Temple swarmed forward.
"Okay, today I will stain the Immortal Temple with blood."
Xiao Feng faced the crowd and went to kill them. He wanted to go on a killing spree and completely destroy this evil Taoist temple.
‘Swish, brush, brush…’
The lights of swords and shadows were flying all over the sky. Xiao Feng held Moye Sword in his hand and killed more than a dozen people in one breath.
The disciples of Shenxian Temple fell to the ground in a mess, almost all of them had their throats sealed with a sword, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
The moonlight shines on Xiao Feng, like the god of death from hell, which makes people shudder.
"Oh My God…"
Yang Shijun was dumbfounded. Is this the real Xiao Feng?
It was even more terrifying than the last time he killed the ghost guy. His whole body was full of murderous aura and his eyes were as cold as a knife.
The other disciples of Immortal Temple were all trembling when they saw this scene.
Xiao Feng looked around and saw that Yin Rou had taken the opportunity to run away long ago. This woman was really cunning.
"Who is not afraid of death? Just come up."
"Monster, this guy is a monster."
"Run!"
The mob dispersed, and Xiao Feng immediately grabbed the two leading disciples and questioned them.
"Don't kill me. That girl is in the dungeon in the back mountain. I only know this much..."
"roll!"
After asking about the location, Xiao Feng let the two of them go.
"Master!"
Yang Shijun walked over with Wu Qingfeng on his arm.
"The white man has great magic power, so you must be careful."
Xiao Feng nodded: "Eldest niece, you two leave first and leave it to me to finish."
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yang Shijun shuddered. After giving instructions, she and Wu Qingfeng went down the mountain first, because staying here would be a burden.
Xiao Feng went to the back mountain alone, where a lonely building stood on the mountain.
He pushed open the wooden door and walked in. It was a simple study room with nothing else.
It seemed that there should be a secret passage, so Xiao Feng immediately began to explore.
"At this!"
There was a vase that couldn't be moved, so Xiao Feng twisted it hard.
The bookcase that was originally attached to the wall immediately moved to the side automatically. Sure enough, there was a secret passage.
He went down quietly along the dark passage. It was pitch dark inside, but soon he saw the light.
On a large stone platform, Mi Lan was lying on it with his eyes closed, with incense candles burning around him, and a green skull in the middle, exactly like what he saw in the mirror.
Xiao Feng looked around and walked over step by step.
"Bai Wengtong, I know you are here, come out."
"Haha...I don't know the depth."
A sneer sounded, and an old man with a white beard appeared quietly from the darkness.
"Young man, when you see this god, why don't you kneel down and kowtow?"
"god?"
Xiao Feng mocked: "Don't be an old fool, you are a quack, how can you be considered a god?"
"Asshole!"
Bai Wengtong cursed: "I am a living immortal in this world, and I created the Immortal Temple with my own hands."
"There are thousands of disciples, and countless believers. I am not God, who is God?"
"You've even lied to yourself. You only have a superficial knowledge and dare to call yourself a god. I feel ashamed for you."
Xiao Feng shook his head and laughed.
"presumptuous!"
Bai Wengtong was furious: "Young man, I see you have some potential, and I want to accept you as my disciple, so don't be disrespectful."
"As long as you are willing to join my sect, I can forget about what happened today."
"What about the past?"
Xiao Feng smiled and asked: "Your two beloved disciples, Xing Hu and Yan Long, one was killed by me and the other was crippled by me. Do you still want to accept me?"
"What? It's you?"
Bai Wengtong's face changed greatly: "You bastard, who are you? Why are you an enemy of my view of immortals?"
Xiao Feng put away his smile and said, "You are a deity who confuses people with your deceptive words and seeks wealth and murder. This is really unacceptable."
"Today I will do justice for heaven and destroy you, the chief culprit."
He swung his sword, and the sword energy directly penetrated Bai Wengtong's body and shattered the stone wall behind him.
"Hmm? Illusion?"
Xiao Feng was startled and instantly felt the cold wind coming from behind.
He turned around suddenly, and the real Bai Wengtong was already in front of him.
'Stab it!'
Xiao Feng turned around to avoid it, but his chest was still cut open by the opponent's five fingers.
Five wounds were clearly visible, and the blood dyed the clothes red.
Bai Wengtong licked the blood on his fingers and smiled ferociously: "Boy, I want to use your blood to sacrifice my dead disciples."
"Old thing, huh?"
Xiao Feng's body stiffened, and his legs stopped working.
"Despicable, your fingers are poisonous."
"Hahahaha... If you don't have poison, you won't have a husband."
Bai Wengtong laughed wildly: "This is called a war that never tires of deceit. You have too little experience in the world. Is there anything else you want to explain before you die?"
"Yes, it's about your view of immortals."
"Boy, don't play tricks."
Bai Wengtong walked up to him and grabbed his neck.
"Tell me, what's the secret?"
Xiao Feng smiled evilly and kicked him away.
The white man fell to the ground in a hurry and became furious: "You bastard, how dare you cheat?"
"As you said, this is called a war that never tires of deceit."
Xiao Feng had just used a silver needle to quickly detoxify the poison, and now he was taking advantage of the victory to pursue the opponent, flying towards the opponent.
"court death!"
Bai Wengtong took two steps back and shouted loudly.
"Devoured by evil spirits!"
He pushed forward with both hands, and countless resentful souls came out, instantly burying Xiao Feng.
I saw Xiao Feng's body starting to turn black from the soles of his feet. Once his whole body turns black, his soul will be devoured and he will completely turn into a walking zombie.
"Hmph! You don't overestimate your capabilities."
Bai Wengtong pouted his mouth: "I am the true god of this world, how dare you humiliate me? I will make your soul fly to pieces today."
Xiao Feng's whole body was trembling, a large number of resentful souls entered his body, and the skin all over his body was turning black little by little.
"Hmph, senior brother, let me kill him."
Suddenly there was a sneer from behind, and a man in black robe slowly walked around in front of him.
The man raised his head, revealing a hideous face full of scars, like an evil ghost from hell.
"Is it you? Wu Xingzi."
The man in front of him is none other than the shaman, Wu Xingzi.
"Yes, it's me."
Wu Xingzi smiled ferociously: "Boy, I didn't want to kill you, but you have ruined my good deeds several times, how can I keep you?"
"Wuxingzi, what grudge does my adoptive father have against you? Are you determined to fight to the death?"
Xiao Feng asked: "Even if you let me die, you have to let me die in peace, right?"