Chenfeng's heart moved, I don't know how my predecessors would know my father? Dao Yizhen snorted coldly, I have a holiday with your father! With these words, Chenfeng felt the pressure of the landslide and cracking, enveloping himself.

The morning breeze runs the exercises, and the whole body is full of qi and blood. Dao Yizhen's eyes were cold, and the coercion increased again! The blood-colored light curtain of the morning wind emerged, resisting this terrifying coercion for the morning wind.

Dao Yi Zhenren sneered, if you can take over my three moves to build the foundation's strength, I will let you go. Chenfeng gritted his teeth, the seniors were Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, even if the cultivation was suppressed in the foundation building period, it was not something that the younger generations could resist.

This is not up to you, Dao Yi Zhenren grabbed one hand in front of him, and a huge wind ball formed, flung forward, and hit the morning wind. Morrowind knew that the other party would not change, but it was certain that the other party did not really want to kill him.

Because of the other party's coercion, there is not the slightest killing intent, the other party is a Yuan Infant Monk, and if he really wants to kill himself, he only needs one finger. After Morrowind figured this out, he was also relieved.

Morrowind's hands became as hard as iron, his eyes turned red, his black hair instantly turned a ghostly purple red, and the shadow sword also appeared in his hand.

The shadow sword conjured nine sword shadows, surrounding the morning wind. The wind signal came quickly, and the morning wind held the sword in his right hand, ruthless swordsmanship, the ninth style, ninety-nine to one. The wind ball slammed into the tip of the shadow sword, and the nine sword shadows and the wind ball collided together, boom!

A huge tearing force was transmitted to the body through the shadow sword, and the corners of Chenfeng's mouth, blood began to flow out slowly. Once again, Dao Yi Zhenren gathered three wind balls the size of a basin and waved them casually!

Three wind signals the size of a basin hit the morning breeze at a very fast speed. Morrowind used the Ruthless Sword Technique Ninth Form again, ninety-nine to one, only this time. He didn't hold the Shadow Sword, but used his divine sense to control the Shadow Sword, instigating!

The Shadow Sword and the first Wind Ball collided, and the three sword shadows collapsed! The Morning Wind snorted and continued to collide with the second Wind Ball, and the Shadow Sword was directly hit by the Wind Ball's violent force and flew upside down.

Morrowind's ears secreted blood, roared angrily, clenched his right hand, and blasted towards the last wind ball with a fist, boom! The blood-colored light curtain shattered in an instant, and Morrowind was knocked out by a huge force.

Morrowind got up from the ground, his clothes in tatters, and his body was cut by the wind blade of the wind ball in many places. The wounds on Morrowind's body are healing rapidly. Chenfeng still couldn't help it, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked up at Lao Dao.

The last move, if you take it, your life can be saved, and if you can't take it, it's not a pity to die. Dao Yi Zhenren's hands moved together, and a ten-zhang long wind dragon appeared in front of Chenfeng.

The wind dragon roared towards the sky and slammed towards the morning wind. The morning wind also roared at the sky, his eyes became redder and redder, and the blood in his body was boiling, about to burn.

The blood of Mojiao in Morrowind's body also flare up at this time. Morrowind's mind was blurred for a while, and he fell into madness, and it was a crazy attack on the wind dragon!

Morrowind was cut through the chest by the wind dragon's wind blade, and Morrowind smashed through the wind dragon's jaw with a punch. The wind dragon swung its tail and pumped it on Chenfeng's body, and Chenfeng was knocked out by a huge force.

The wind dragon swung its body, caught up with the morning wind, and grabbed it with one claw. Morrowind's left fist blasted out, striking at the wind dragon's front paws, and Morwind's left fist was torn out of the Dao wound by the wind.

The Wind Dragon opened its mouth, and a wind blade erupted! The Shadow Sword flew in front of the Morning Wind on its own, conjuring up a sword shadow to block the blow for the Morning Wind.

The Shadow Sword was originally an imitation of the Lingbao Thousand Shadow Sword, but in the end, there was a big problem when refining it, resulting in it being just a top-grade spirit weapon. However, although the refining of the Shadow Sword failed, it gave birth to a trace of spiritual consciousness in the Shadow Sword, that is, the treasure spirit that only magic weapons can have.

It's just that the monks of the Dan period, as well as the monks of the Yuan Infant stage, can't look down on the shadow sword at all. Most of the disciples of Zhuji liked powerful spiritual weapons, resulting in the shadow sword being kept in the Treasure Pavilion and no one used it.

At the moment when the Shadow Sword blocked it, Morrowind performed the Phantom Trace Step, came to the back of the Wind Dragon's neck, and two fists fell wildly. The wind dragon roared and disappeared into the air, the shadow sword flying around Morrowind.

In Morrowind's blood-red eyes, there was no reason, only madness. Dao Yi Zhenren disappeared in front of Chenfeng, and the next moment, a hand had already pressed on Chenfeng's back and slapped it out with one palm.

The morning wind roared, a beastly roar. Dao Yi Zhenren frowned, he couldn't use his cultivation to appease the morning breeze who had fallen into losing his mind, how could this be?

In front of Dao Yi Zhenren, Chenfeng didn't even have the ability to move, but the madness in his eyes became more and more vigorous, and a thin layer of black scales began to grow on the skin surface.

How could the blood of Mojiao appear in Feng'er's body? Could it be that someone framed Feng'er! Dao Yizhen let go of his control over Chenfeng, and anger flashed in his eyes, who was it? Who gave Feng'er the blood of Mojiao?

Dao Yi Zhenren's face was gloomy, and the anger in his heart was burning, and the morning wind had already flown into a mountain forest, and the creatures in this mountain forest immediately let out a miserable scream, and the screams came and went.

Dao Yi Zhenren did not stop it, no matter who took the blood of Mo Jiao, then when he was crazy, he would have to have blood to gradually wake up, and Chenfeng now has only one word in his heart, kill!

Only by constantly killing can you feel good, and only by constantly killing can you make your heart infinitely happy, kill! One demon beast after another fell to the ground, all of them were first-class demon beasts, and in the face of the crazy morning wind, there was no ability to resist at all!

Morrowind was covered in blood, and he didn't know how long he had been killed, only that he kept killing. All the living creatures he sees are the targets of his killing!

Gradually, the reason of the morning wind was blurred, and there was no living thing in the place he saw! When he came to his senses, all the demon beasts in this mountain forest had died, and the entire mountain forest was also blood-red!

Morrowind looked at everything in front of him, this, this is what I did? Moralbreeze looked at his hands, stained with blood. Looking at the dried demon beast corpses all over the ground, Morrowind held his head in his hands, why is this happening?

At this time, Dao Yi Zhenren had already come behind Chenfeng, Feng'er! Chenfeng turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a beard and a Taoist robe in front of him. Daoyi senior, why are you here?

Dao Yi Zhenren changed his body and became the old man in the Taoist robe. Feng'er, tell me, why do you practice magic skills?

Senior, since that time, my family exercises can no longer be cultivated.

I can't practice the exercises that my predecessors gave me, and no matter how hard I try, I haven't made the slightest progress in my cultivation. If this is the case, there will be no hope for me to cultivate the Tao in this life.