Thinking about it, Uncle Luo's eyes flashed with fire, and he felt that there must be some treasure on Chen Feng's body, otherwise how could he withstand his own pressure?
"Young man, if you are sensible, you should obediently kowtow to my young master and admit your mistake, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences!"
"Really?" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had no intention of arguing with them.
But they provoked them again and again, even though the clay figurine is still very angry! What’s more, he is a living person?
"If you are so stubborn, you can't blame me!"
As he spoke, Uncle Luo took a step forward, and at a distance of six or seven meters, he was in front of Chen Feng in an instant.
The black and bony hands, like chicken claws, grabbed directly at Chen Feng, bringing with them a fishy smell.
Looking at the stretched out hand, Chen Feng's eyes flashed with disgust.
With his hands like this, he is definitely not a serious cultivator.
Chen Feng offered Hanxuan Bingyan, and Uncle Luo came into direct contact with Hanxuan Bingyan without any precautions. For a moment, the air was filled with a disgusting stench mixed with a hint of strangeness.
Strange fishy smell.
"My hand!"
Uncle Luo shouted, looking at the rapidly spreading cold and mysterious ice, he chopped off his right hand cruelly, leaving black withered flesh on his shoulder.
In the space of five or six breaths, the arm that fell to the ground was burned, and completely disappeared between the sky and the earth when the wind blew.
"You're not old, but your mind is vicious." Uncle Luo stared at the Hanxuan Bingyan in Chen Feng's hand, a little fearful but more greedy.
Even a person with his level of cultivation can't bear it, so one can imagine how powerful this fire is.
"Young man, if you obediently hand over this fire to me, I promise that the young master will not hurt you at all. Even if this woman gives it to you, it is not impossible."
"Want it? You can try."
Chen Feng waved his hand, and Hanxuan Bingyan turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards Uncle Luo. He was so frightened that he grabbed Zhu Youde and retreated for more than ten meters before stopping.
"Since you want to die so much, then I will help you!" Uncle Luo said, taking out a white flag from his arms.
As the white flag appeared, the air became a little cooler, and it was so gloomy that it made people feel chilly.
"Ten thousand souls demand their lives!"
Uncle Luo waved the white flag, and countless black heads appeared, surrounding the white flag and making "woo woo woo" sounds.
With the appearance of those heads, the sky became a little darker, and some of the people following Zhu Youde felt their hair stand on end and their legs became weak.
"Every time Uncle Luo held out the soul-calling flag, I was afraid that he would take me away."
"What are you afraid of! We are the young master's people, and Uncle Luo is also the young master's people. Is it possible that he will take action against us?"
"Not only did I offend the young master, but I also offended Uncle Luo again. I must not let this boy go!"
…
Chen Feng looked at the soul-calling flag held by Uncle Luo with a somewhat ugly expression.
There were countless heads surging up there. I think he killed a lot of people in order to refine this flag.
"Boy, if you give me that fire now, it's still too late."
"I said, if you have the ability, come and get it yourself."
"Then don't blame me for being rude!" With a cold snort, Uncle Luo waved the soul-calling flag, and countless black heads with bared teeth and roars rushed over.
Chen Feng punched out, and the head was shattered instantly, but returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye, but it was a little darker, and you couldn't tell without looking carefully.
"A little trick."
Chen Feng was a little curious about how he refined this flag.