Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the Drizzle Sect Master, whose face was like golden paper.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The surrounding elders were tense all over, although they knew that they might not be Zhang Xiaofeng's opponent at all, but the most indispensable thing for the Great Drizzle Sect was the sect master, if the sect master really had three strengths and two weaknesses, then this sect would definitely change the sky.

I'm afraid, but I can't go back.

If the Drizzle Sect is here, they will always be elders, even if they die in battle, but their families, their families, are far away from enjoying the protection of the sect, if the sect is dispersed, they don't dare to imagine what the enemies they have offended before will do to their families.

After all, for so many years, they have relied on the big tree of the Drizzle Sect, and they have indeed done a lot of things that hurt the heavens and reason.

So to speak.

None of the elders standing here now have clean hands.

Zhang Xiaofeng's gaze swept over the many white-robed old men present, and then looked at several black-robed old men on the side.

"Your Excellency, don't worry, we are the envoys of the two secret realms around us, and we will not interfere in this matter. ”

When Zhang Xiaofeng heard this, he withdrew his gaze and didn't pay too much attention to them.

The imaginary killing spree did not materialize.

Zhang Xiaofeng stood there indifferently, his eyes were low, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of angering the young man in front of him, so that he became the first bird to be killed, an unlucky guy.

It's been a long time.

The snow gradually stopped.

Zhang Xiaofeng's gaze looked towards the sky.

It's already slightly bright.

With a deep sigh, Zhang Xiaofeng's fingers tapped twice towards the void, and in an instant, his fingers were wrapped around a small flame.

Everyone present looked towards the flames, and the next moment, their faces changed drastically.

I saw that the flame in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand began to frantically absorb the fire element between the surrounding heaven and earth without warning, that kind of power, that kind of might, made the scalps of everyone present tingle.

Zhang Xiaofeng's expression was indifferent, staring at the extremely hot flame shaking in his hand, but there was almost no temperature in his eyes.

His soul is really much stronger.

When absorbing the Thunder Dao, his soul was nothing more than a small unformed mass of air, vaguely containing a few outlines.

And at this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng is using his soul power to control the flame in his hand, as if as long as he has a thought, the flame in his hand is like a person with spiritual intelligence, and he will control his power according to Zhang Xiaofeng's meaning.

I imagined in my mind the grinding disc and the black light that the millstone gave me.

Zhang Xiaofeng still has a feeling of palpitations.

But he also knew that his current state was inseparable from the grinding disc and the black light.

Of course, this is also thanks to the Taiji diagram in my mind.

It was after Taijitu destroyed the grinding disc that the grinding disc began to give himself the black liquid when he couldn't hold on, wrapping his soul in it.

What is the origin of the Taiji diagram?

This thought flashed quickly in Zhang Xiaofeng's mind.

It was also at this moment that the flames that had been frantically absorbing the surrounding fire elements had also expanded into a fireball that scorched the surrounding space to the point of being slightly distorted.

A palm is big, silently suspended in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand.

The snow melted in an instant, and everyone around felt the terrifying temperature that made people palpitate.

The faces of everyone present changed.

A few people from the secret realm glanced at each other, turned around and prepared to leave.

Zhang Xiaofeng ignored it.

The matter has nothing to do with them, and Zhang Xiaofeng naturally will not provoke others for no reason.

But this group of miscellaneous insects in front of him, this group of pests, Zhang Xiaofeng is not ready to let go.

The group of people from the secret realm did not stay any longer, and the fireball just now, several people thought that if they were contaminated, there was no chance of survival.

They hurried back to the secret realm and told the lord of the secret realm the truth.

After all, this realm has been peaceful for many years, and at this moment, such a perverted guy suddenly appeared, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

The figures of everyone quickly moved away, but all the elders of the Drizzle Sect who were dressed in white robes present did not even dare to move.

Because they could clearly feel that they had been locked by Zhang Xiaofeng's soul power.

The undisguised murderous and powerful soul force held everyone present firmly in place, and if there was any other movement, they could imagine their own consequences.

Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to be challenging their patience.

Holding the fireball in his hand, he didn't move.

Beads of sweat began to drip from the elders' heads.

The eyes of the Drizzle Sect Master also narrowed.

At this moment, they are like lambs to the slaughter, fish on the chopping board, and can only wait for their tragic fate in silence.

Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to have thought of something.

A soul power drilled into the jade pendant, forming a big hand, and grabbed the old man's soul hard.

The old man's soul didn't seem to have recovered from the pain just now, and his eyes were a little empty at the moment, until he saw the scene in front of him and the familiar people, and then he had a little expression.

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't pay attention to the old man, just gently stretched out his hand and shook off the fireball in his hand.

The fireball, which was originally the size of a palm, instantly dispersed into small fragments of flames at this moment, flying towards everyone present.

Everyone looked frightened, and subconsciously wanted to avoid these points of light that were slowly flying towards them, but as soon as they moved, there was a knife-like pain in their minds.

They stood silently in place, not daring to make any more movements.

Because they had no doubt that Zhang Xiaofeng would destroy their souls and turn them into fools who didn't know anything.

Everyone stared at each other, watching the spark fall on their body, and in an instant, a hole was burned.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was horrified to see that the burned cavity was getting bigger and bigger, and began to spread towards his skin.

When sparks get on the skin.

They didn't feel the pain.

Just watching my skin like a piece of paper, it turned into powder in an instant, and the blood that flowed out was also evaporated instantly, and through the holes, you could even see your beating heart and organs.

When the pain comes.

The flames had spread to the bones.

Everyone watched as their bones turned into black carbon lumps under the flames, and then into a puff of powder, which was blown apart by the cold wind.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

The old man who was grasping with his soul stared at everything in front of him in horror.

Seeing that the elders of the sect were burned to the point that only half of their bodies were left, they writhed their mutilated bodies violently in the firelight, their throats were burned, and they couldn't make any sound.

And the sect master over there is naturally the object of Zhang Xiaofeng's key care.

His huge soul power was fiercely suppressed by Zhang Xiaofeng, and the flames on his body were the strongest among everyone.

He was burned to the point that only half of his head was left.

But the remaining half of his mouth was still open, and the remaining half of his eyes still showed a look of resentment and pain.

Even if it's just a soul body.

The old man still felt a chill down his spine.

His gaze turned to Zhang Xiaofeng.

I actually saw the look of appreciation in his eyes.

It's like a scene in front of you, just a silent drama.

Kung Fu of half-burnt incense.

An extra layer of off-white powder appeared on the ground.

The entire sect became silent, and it seemed a little weird.

Zhang Xiaofeng stepped forward, helped the girl on the ground up, and reached out to gently pat off the white ashes on his body.

Holding the girl, Zhang Xiaofeng walked towards the back mountain step by step.

The old man who was grabbed by Zhang Xiaofeng's soul power also returned to the jade pendant again.

escaped, but the old man did not feel any joy.

He saw the scene just now, and he knew that Zhang Xiaofeng tortured himself in a way that was thousands of times more vicious than this.

Death has become a luxury.

Zhang Xiaofeng hugged the girl and walked towards the snow place step by step.

There are eight hills in the Drizzle Sect and one main mountain.

Zhang Xiaofeng chose a mountain with the best feng shui and buried the girl.

took out his mobile phone, took out his sword, cut down a hundred-year-old tree, sat on the ground and began to carve sword by sword.

The elders and masters of the sect all disappeared.

All the disciples in the sect know that the sect is finished.

They didn't know what was happening, but they also foresaw the decline of the sect.

Many disciples chose to go down the mountain, but more chose to stay on this mountain to meet the next fate.

The place where Zhang Xiaofeng is located is the mountain of the sect master, and only the sect master and his family can walk around here on weekdays, and before the war, the sect master had already secretly sent his family out of the sect, so there was no one to disturb Zhang Xiaofeng at this moment.

Three days.

Zhang Xiaofeng carved a tombstone for the girl.

He hadn't had time to ask what the girl's name was.

Didn't have time to thank her.

Before he could fulfill his promise, he came back to her and told her the story of this river and lake.

Life is so impermanent.

Originally, two people with completely different life directions would meet in this situation.

Zhang Xiaofeng carefully erected the tombstone, and he transplanted a few trees and stood next to the tomb.

"When I come back, I'll tell you about this boring Jianghu. Zhang Xiaofeng muttered.

A gust of wind blew along Zhang Xiaofeng's side, blowing off the leaves of the evergreens.

Zhang Xiaofeng smiled, paused for a moment, and turned to leave.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and it is too late to say goodbye.

Let me come back in detail.