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Da Mingzun clenched the short staff in his hand and inserted the short staff into the mountain of corpses under his feet with his backhand.

The brilliance of the short staff changed from breaking through the sky and rising to the sky to escaping into the nine shadows.

Streams of light leaked out from the cracks in the corpse mountain, and the corpse mountain, which had already been subjected to a huge impact and began to crumble, could no longer support it, and began to decay more and more rapidly.

The dead creature let out a bitter wail, and the soul fire flickered from near to the sky, and then extinguished one after another with a slight "poof" sound.

The soul fire of the dead thing was extinguished, and the dead qi that could no longer be contained in the body also escaped frantically, mixing with the blood qi that filled the entire space, making the space gloomy and gloomy.

But the light is trying to illuminate the world, and it struggles to find the root of everything in this sea of death.

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang, and an extremely bright light burst out from the darkness in the distance.

Da Mingzun knew that he had found his enemies, even if it was imperceptible death qi and blood qi, as long as they circulated, they would need a hub to transfer them, and as long as they found their hub, they would naturally find his enemies.

But what he didn't expect was that the circulation hub of blood and death would be in the same place...... And it seems to be the same person.

The burst of light shone brightly in a gloomy sea of dead air.

In that extremely bright light, there stood a lonely figure.

The figure had a deep pitch black in its left eye and a piercing scarlet in its right.

The figure stuck out his tongue, licked his somewhat dry lips, and then said one word in a hoarse voice: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sound of the word "kill" was low and hoarse, full of demonism, but it was even more full of crazy killing intent, and even Da Mingzun was stunned.

"Have you been completely eroded by the flesh that you can't bear?"

Da Mingzun thought with some disbelieving, because the opponent had not shown any irrational actions so far, but that "kill" seemed to be just a simple killing instinct, so it was so crazy and terrifying.

The light was slowly receding, but the figure did not disappear again, as if he felt that since he had been discovered, there was no need to hide, and he wanted to completely confront the Great Ming Zun.

Da Mingzun also lifted his scepter and held it in his hand, looking at the figure coldly, not daring to have the slightest contempt.

The opponent had already proven to him that he was strong, and Da Ming Zun would naturally return the favor he deserved.

This is an existence as powerful as him, a half-step emperor, and the battle with him may be a tough battle.

Da Mingzun laughed, his smile looked gentle and bright like sunshine, but it didn't make people feel warm, instead it was an irresistible coolness.

This coolness spread in the air, and the dead and black qi that swept through the heavens and the earth was also frantically converging towards the figure.

The figure was like a bottomless abyss, frantically devouring death and blood, so that the thick haze between heaven and earth finally gradually dispersed, and the world finally had a light that could illuminate the darkness.

When all the death qi and blood qi merged into the body of that figure, even Da Mingzun felt a trace of shock.

It was an ordinary-looking youth.

The appearance of this young man is very ordinary, the eyebrows are not thick at all, the eyes are not large, but they are not small, the nose is not straight or collapsed, the lips are not thin or thick, the face is somewhat round, but the edges and corners of the jaw on both sides are still a little straight lines.

The left half of his body was covered in a layer of dark materialized dead air, which had condensed into a dark garment, swaying slightly in the wind.

Echoing this, the right half of his body was wrapped in a layer of bewitching blood-red clothes, and the black clothes-like lines and patterns, but it was completely composed of condensed blood.

His left cheek was covered with black patterns, and the left eye of his left eye was pitch black, but even if it was pitch black, he could see that there was a black light dancing in it, spewing out of his eyes.

The same situation appeared in perfect symmetry on the right half of his face, except that the color changed from dead black to a bewitching blood red.

This completely symmetrical situation of black and red on the left and red on the right except for the color spread from the tips of his toes to the tips of his hair, and the long red and black hair danced in the wind, making people feel a heavy breath.

He was wrapped in a rich aura of death and blood, intertwined with each other, suppressed by that man's control, but together they became part of his power.

The surging death qi, the surging blood qi, completely became his strength, so that he even faintly had the momentum of the Great Emperor.

But he was not a great emperor.

He himself wasn't even a ninth-order pinnacle.

Whether it was Mu Shaoen, Feng Qiwu, or even Da Mingzun himself, they all showed a look of astonishment.

Because this man was supposed to be a dead man.

Especially Mu Shaoen, especially Feng Qiwu.

"Hahaha-"

Feng Qiwu let out a burst of miserable laughter, pointing to the depressed and breathless figure in front of him, laughing so much that he couldn't even breathe, laughing so much that tears came out, he bent down with laughter, and laughed so much that he fell to his knees on the ground suddenly, and let out a burst of sad and angry roars: "Why, why aren't you dead yet! Are you going to give me a chance to kill you with my own hands!"

Mu Shaoen pursed his lips, looking at the figure, his expression was a little uncertain, he pursed his lips, clenched the rusty sword in his hand, and his joints turned a little white.

The person standing there was Chu Feng.

But Mu Shaoen, I don't think it would be the real Chu Feng, maybe someone manipulated Chu Feng's corpse.

Mu Shaoen thought.

But Da Mingzun knew that the person standing in front of him was a living person, a real living person.

"You should be dead. Da Mingzun smiled and said, but his expression was not relaxed.

He was amazed that there would be such a person, who could control these two naturally conflicting and hostile breaths at the same time—that surging breath entered his physical body, wouldn't it make his physical body unable to withstand the corrosion of dead qi and decay, and his will unable to withstand the erosion of dead qi and go crazy?

Da Mingzun's brows couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The corners of Chu Feng's left and right red lips raised a slight arc, looked at Da Mingzun, and said a little jokingly: "Death is not."

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