Streams of destructive air penetrated into Zhou Zheng's body along the wounds on his chest. In an instant, everything inside Zhou Zheng's body clearly appeared in front of Yang Feng's eyes.
The turbid dark yellow gas is everywhere in the body, and the surface of the flesh and bones emits a dim cyan light to resist the corrosion of the dark yellow gas. However, the gradual decline of the cyan light means that there is not much time left for Zhou Zheng. When he is completely destroyed by the dark yellow gas,
After the gas is completely corroded, it will become the source of a human plague. These dark yellow gases will use his body as a hotbed to grow rapidly until the final outbreak.
"It depends on your own destiny."
Under the control of Yang Feng, the destructive air flow began to quickly wash away the dark yellow gas in Zhou Zheng's body. The two air flows, gray and dark yellow, collided together. The dark yellow gas representing the plague would be quickly decomposed and annihilated. It seemed that the outsider was detected.
, a large amount of dark yellow gas gathered together, resisting the erosion of the destructive airflow.
In Zhou Zheng's Qi sea, more and more vitality is mobilized by the dark yellow gas. Zhou Zheng, who was originally bound by the Five Soul Lock Heart Rope, has red eyes at this moment and is struggling crazily. The sound of the chains interlacing and colliding echoes in the room, and he is sweating quickly.
Yang Feng's clothes were soaked, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
What Yang Feng was most worried about happened. Although he had eliminated the pollution as quickly as possible, the filthy air in Zhou Zheng's body was too strong. In the end, the filthy air activated the sea of Qi. Now he is facing
It's not the dark yellow dirty air, but Zhou Zheng's background.
No matter how rich his background is, he can only reach the level of Transformation Realm. How can he be compared to Zhou Zheng, who is in the Heaven Transformation Realm?
Soon the destructive airflow began to be expelled from Zhou Zheng's body, and the dark yellow gas that had dissipated a lot once again grew and enveloped Zhou Zheng's body, and the disgusting fishy smell in the room became a little stronger.
"Teacher, save me!"
Just when Yang Feng was about to lose his strength, Zhou Zheng unexpectedly regained his intelligence for a moment, a roar came out, and a cyan light bloomed in the room. The identity tag belonging to Cangsheng College floated in the air around Zhou Zheng's waist, with a kind face and a slightly gleaming look in his eyes.
A lazy, white-haired, stooped old man wearing a white coat appeared in the house.
"You brat, it's really not the right time to come to me."
The old man cursed. The moment he noticed the change in Zhou Zheng's body, his lazy eyes suddenly tightened. He tapped Zhou Zheng's forehead with his palm. In an instant, the phantom of the ancient pages appeared, and the sound of Lang Lang reading could be heard in the room, and the awe-inspiring atmosphere filled the room.
When the dark yellow dirty air comes into contact with the awe-inspiring air, it is like ice and snow melting rapidly in spring.
"The power of life..."
Listening to the sound of Lang Lang reading in the room, Yang Feng breathed a long sigh of relief and took back the aura of destruction that had escaped.
The filthy air created by the lich and the aura of righteousness in the hearts of the people restrain each other. With Master's shadow mobilizing the power of the people and dispersing the filth with the aura of awe-inspiring, Zhou Zheng should be fine.
As the sound of reading became louder and louder, the dark yellow filthy air in the room had been dissipated. The filthy air no longer continued to breed in Zhou Zheng's body. His pale face gradually gained color, and his haggard body became more and more dissipated.
It gradually becomes covered with a layer of green light, and the root of the filth is eradicated. With Zhou Zheng's deep foundation, he can return to his peak after cultivating for a period of time.
Seeing that Zhou Zheng had calmed down, the master's solemn expression disappeared, and then he looked at Yang Feng on the side. After a while, the master stroked his beard and laughed: "Interesting, interesting. If you have a chance to come to the imperial capital, I will wait for you at Cangsheng College."
you."
"If you really go to the imperial capital, you must visit the Master."
Yang Feng replied politely, and the sound of something breaking suddenly sounded in his ears. A crack appeared in the middle of the identity tag floating in the air. The cyan light began to dim, and the master's figure gradually dispersed.
"Okay, I'm waiting for you in the Imperial Capital!"
Only the master's voice echoed in the house and Zhou Zheng's gentle breathing was left. After removing the source of the pollution, Zhou Zheng also fell into a complete state of weakness, and he probably would not wake up in the next few days.
"It seems it's too late to get anything out of him."
Yang Feng had no intention of sitting here waiting for Zhou Zheng to wake up. Since he had no clues here, it would be the same if he asked Murong Fu.
Opening the door, Yang Feng saw Murong Fu looking at him with strange eyes.
"You look like I owe you money."
Murong Fu coughed dryly and asked in a low voice: "Master is gone?"
Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Although the formation of the hut blocked out the dirty air, Master mobilized the power of the people, and the people of Daxu would feel something, especially Murong Fu, who was only separated by a door.
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"Let's go. Fortunately, Master took action in the end, otherwise the entire Qingtie Mansion would be in trouble."
Murong Fu scratched his head and said to himself: "I should have gone in just now and asked Master to compensate for my losses."
Yang Feng didn't answer and asked directly: "Did Zhou Zheng tell you what the person who hurt him looked like and what his origin was?"
"No, anyway, I'm sure he's not a Soul Worship Cult thief."
Suddenly Murong Fu thought of something, and after groping for a long time on his body, he finally handed a broken jade pendant to Yang Feng: "This thing was picked up by Zhou Zheng after fighting with him. It looks like a good piece of jade.
Not many people in Qingtie Mansion can wear this kind of jade."
Yang Feng looked at the broken jade pendant, his face suddenly turned cold: "I know who it is."
"A member of the Yang family?"
Murong Fu asked tentatively.
"I want to make a deal with the big shopkeeper."
When they heard that Yang Feng wanted to make a deal, Murong Fu's big, plump face smiled and crowded together.
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In the imperial capital, in the wild bamboo forest on the outskirts, with the lingering smoke lingering and the mountains and rivers reflecting each other, in a simple bamboo hut, the chessboard in front of the Master was clearly black and white. The only strange thing was that a few sunspots had been broken.
"Teacher, you didn't move my chess piece!"
A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe, with a handsome face and a long breath walked out of the bamboo hut with a smile and sat opposite the master.
"Teacher, your chess piece?"
Seeing the broken sunspot, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and the master's laughter sounded in his ears: "I found it, I finally found it, the only chance of survival for the Great Xu Dynasty!"
"Teacher, what did you say?"
The middle-aged man jumped up suddenly, surprise and astonishment written all over his face.
"Your third junior brother is in trouble, you go to Qingtie Mansion and bring him back."
The Master didn't explain too much. After laughing wildly, he returned to laziness. His half-sentence gave the middle-aged man a headache.
"Even if you lose this end game, go get things done quickly!"
The middle-aged man curled his lips and muttered: "One thousand, seven hundred and forty-two dishes, getting more and more shameless."
"Are you complaining about my teacher? It seems that my teacher is still too tolerant to you!"
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In Qingtie Mansion, the sun was hanging on the horizon and slowly setting. The king's secretary, who was busy rebuilding the city wall, had just sat down and was about to take a rest. The guards outside the door hurried in and whispered a few words in the king's head.
, Mr. Wang’s face instantly turned livid, and he slapped his hand on the table.
"Asshole! You don't take the City Lord's Mansion seriously!"
"Have the four gold medal catchers come to the City Lord's Mansion to meet me immediately!"
After saying that, Master Wang walked away and went directly to the backyard to find Zhao Lingjun. The aftermath of the beast tide was not over yet, and Yang Feng had found himself in big trouble again.
When Master Wang was furious, Yang Feng had already appeared in front of Yang Xiao's mansion.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"
Seeing Yang Feng coming over, the guards in Yang Xiao's mansion changed their expressions, and blocked Yang Feng with their swords.
"I came to see how Yang Huai was doing. I was too harsh in the martial arts arena and I was afraid of killing my cousin, so I came here to see how he was doing. Do you want to stop me?"
Yang Feng looked at the two guards with a smile. They felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and there was inexplicable fear in their hearts, but they still had to bite the bullet and said: "Your Majesty, please come back. The great elder has told you not to step into the mansion.
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"Now that I'm here, I don't plan to go back empty-handed. If you can stop me, I'll take action."
The air waves rolled up, and the two guards felt their faces sting. The wind blowing in the air was like sharp sword blades. Facing Yang Feng, they did not even have the courage to draw their swords.
"Squeak!"
The door of the mansion opened, and Yang Xiao walked out with dozens of servants with cold faces: "Yang Feng, what are you going to do!"
Seeing Yang Xiao come out, Yang Feng's smile became even brighter: "I want to see Yang Huai."
"No! Huai'er was seriously injured by you, and he's not awake yet. If you want to hurt Huai'er, you have to step over my body!"
Amidst the angry shouts, the two swords appeared in Yang Xiao's hands.
"Can you stop me?"
Yang Feng laughed disdainfully, and the next moment Yang Feng was standing in front of Yang Xiao, with one hand on Yang Xiao's chest.
"Killing you is my father's business, don't force me to take action in advance."
The battle between the clan leaders is between Yang Ao and Yang Xiao. Only if Yang Ao kills Yang Xiao with his own hands can he stabilize people's hearts and become the clan leader of the Yang family again. Otherwise, with Yang Feng's current methods, he can kill Yang Xiao in just a breath.
"You...you are presumptuous!"
Although he knew that he was not Yang Feng's opponent, Yang Xiao didn't expect that the gap between the two was so big. He didn't realize how Yang Feng appeared in front of him at all. The only thing he could do was to reveal his identity as the great elder.
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"The beast tide has just ended. I don't want to cause any more trouble to the City Lord's Mansion. If I meet Yang Huai, I will naturally leave."
"no!"
Yang Xiao's eyes darkened, and he retreated, aiming his swords at Yang Feng. The prototype of the surrounding area instantly opened up, hoping to suppress Yang Feng's actions.
"There's no point in delaying time. I told you that I want to see Yang Huai today!"
I saw Yang Feng slapping his palm casually, and the surrounding air was compressed by the strong vitality into an invisible blade, which instantly penetrated Yang Xiao's body. The vitality collapsed, and Yang Xiao spurted out a mouthful of blood mist, and his body fell down softly.
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"Stop! Yang Feng, how dare you attack the great elder!"
"Yang Feng, you are so ambitious. You actually blatantly kill dissidents!"
"The Great Elder has a distinguished status, even Yang Ao can't protect you this time!"
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The moment Yang Xiao fell, other elders also rushed over. Then heavy footsteps sounded, and four gold-medal catchers from the Yundan realm rushed over with the city lord's government officials.
In just a few breaths, Yang Xiao's mansion was completely surrounded.
