Liu Jingyuan rushed to Bianliang with a group of people, but the group that was originally safe and sound, suddenly had a problem. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info even Ding Feng didn't expect it.

The blue sky and the white day suddenly rolled up a black tornado, this tornado blew towards Ding Feng and his gang impartially, this black wind was strangely tight, and the sand grains, grinding people's skin. Even Liu Jingyuan, who has profound skills, can't resist, and the group of people except Ding Feng can't figure out what happened.

As soon as this black wind blew, it swept the group to an extremely cold place. Under the influence of this black wind, Ding Feng had an aura to protect his body, and the rest of the people fainted to death one by one, lying aside, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Ding Feng stood up, watched and listened to all directions, knowing that this black wind was weird. Seeing the ground bulging and surging, he secretly shouted that it was not good, and retreated backwards, and the leylines trembled, and two hands were inserted from the muddy ground!

Boom!

Black mud splashed, a blue-faced fanged iron man drilled out of the ground, blue and black stiff, but the action was extremely fast, a yellow spell was pasted on its head, and the faint rattle sound also made Ding Feng a little upset, only to see this iron man jumping, attacked Ding Feng, opened his bloody mouth, five fingers were as sharp as a sword, fierce and abnormal, and there were more bloody gusts, making people dizzy when they heard it.

Ding Feng saw the zombie killing him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was cautious, and even capsized in the gutter, and secretly thought: "I haven't even stepped out of the house a few steps before I was targeted, but this guy's purpose is too obvious, cultivating the corpse path is for my essence and blood." "The latest chapter of héiyāпgê has been updated

Sure enough, as Ding Feng expected, behind this zombie, there was a cloud of black mist, and immediately let out a piercing and sharp voice: "Hahahaha, God really helps me, I don't know which unlucky boy you are, didn't your teacher say that the Daomen monk of your realm is the biggest tonic of our Holy Gate!"

Ding Feng is extremely jealous of this nature, there is a strange power in his magic sound, but Ding Feng's kung fu to nourish qi is very heavy, and he immediately resisted with luck, avoiding the zombie's blow and leaping, a donkey rolled, rolled and dodged to the side, and the demon monk did not pursue closely, he also saw that this kid had martial arts, and if he approached carelessly, he would not get any benefit, and laughed a few times: "Boy, let's discuss, I will not eliminate your ontological consciousness, wait for the ancestor and I to refine the corpse, and then let your soul go to reincarnation, what do you think?"

Ding Feng couldn't hear the sarcasm in these words, and grinned: "Bullshit!"

This demon monk was not angry, with a cold sound, the bell echoed, the zombie had scarlet eyes, dagger-like nails became more and more pitch black, roared, jumped up, and the speed suddenly increased by three points, it was difficult to resist with Ding Feng's ordinary martial arts, and now he was even more embarrassed, dodging left and right, and rolling on the ground from time to time, just to avoid the zombie's fatal blow.

This demon monk also didn't seem to want to hurt Ding Feng, he wanted to exhaust him to death, cat and mouse, calm, looking at Ding Feng jumping around: "Hey, this kid is full of blood and energy, and he is about to enter the realm of the spirit fetus, he is a good refining corpse, I can't miss this opportunity, otherwise, maybe Lao Tzu's soul will also go to the top of the banner to walk on it!"

Ding Feng's eyes became colder and colder, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, bursting out of a cloud of mud, blocking the zombie's vision, but the demon monk sneered, he is an expert in refining corpses, this zombie does not use his eyes to distinguish the living, but uses smell, so Ding Feng's little carving insect skill is not seen by him at all, the yellow bell in his hand shook, and the zombie suddenly attacked and killed a place, Ding Feng really hid behind there, but in this darkness, a bright light burst out, and a long sword shot out of the scabbard, stabbing at the neck of the zombie, arousing a piercing sound of gold and iron。

The demon monk noticed this change, and was immediately shocked, this zombie is most afraid of thunder and fire these evil spells, but the prestige of the flying sword is even more terrifying, no matter how hard your refining corpse is, Daomen sword cultivation with a good flying sword, fast knife cutting mess, even people with corpses to cut countless things, so this demon gate is most afraid of the Daomen flying sword, of course, it is not without restraint, one of the magic doors is the best at defiling other people's magic weapons, as long as you don't condense the golden pill, the flying sword is polluted, this spirituality will suffer a great loss, but he doesn't know this spell, and he devotes himself to finding materials for refining corpses。

It's just that the demon monk commanded this zombie to twist this sword with one hand, only to realize that it was just a mortal sword weapon, and he couldn't help but be very annoyed and said: "Damn boy, you dare to deceive me, and this mortal sword also dares to come and kill me to refine my corpse, it's really dead!"

Ding Feng would pay attention to him, luck and wind technique, stepped out of his feet, did not escape, but rushed straight towards the person, Ding Feng also knew that if he was close, he might not have no way to threaten this demon monk, he was only one or two levels higher than himself, at most he had just entered the cultivation of qi, and the experience of hand-to-hand combat was definitely better than himself.

"Little thief, look for death!"

The Demon Gate monk saw Ding Feng rushing over, and he didn't panic, he had already faced countless people in the martial arts, among which there were countless people who were better than Ding Feng, and many people had the idea of hand-to-hand combat, and there was no shortage of him, but he ended up being devoured by the insects he raised.

Buzz! Buzz!

A cloud of black mist floated out, as if countless black mosquitoes gathered together, overwhelmingly surging towards Ding Feng, Ding Feng was also shocked, but a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, and he pinched the law in his hand, and the cloth bag on his waist suddenly rose in the air, producing a suction, and the black mosquitoes in the sky were all taken in less than a moment, but the cloth bag was still squirming, and those mosquitoes seemed to be still struggling, Ding Feng took a look, hehe sneered, and suddenly shot out a long sword with silver light behind him, piercing straight into the black fog, only to hear a sound, the black fog dissipated a little, revealing a middle-aged man with a yin vulture face, if you say that his appearance is not bad, but it is all ruined by his cruel look, He broke an arm, covered his wounds, drank something indiscriminately in his mouth, and hit Ding Feng without any rules, Ding Feng is also a martial arts expert, unceremoniously, the long sword that landed on the ground, flew back upside down, and stabbed him in the back of the heart!

This person immediately lay on the ground lifeless, a large amount of blood flowed, Ding Feng saw this blood red, stunned alone, sneered a few times, looked at the zombie and did not react, the restlessness in the Sumeru bag also stopped, settled down, then meditated on the spot, recovered the aura in the body, until he reached this realm, the aura in the body used a little less, so this period should try to avoid fighting with others, of course, Ding Feng is also forced to last resort, who called this person to take a fancy to his essence and blood, this is an endless battle for the avenue.

After a while, Ding Fengcai opened his eyes, looked at the corpse, and said lightly: "If you want to take away my essence and blood, I don't blame you, but you died in my hands, this is your life, don't blame me for being ruthless when you go to the underworld to be reincarnated." After saying this, Ding Feng seemed to be relieved, and looked at the several Black Dragon Pool senior brothers who had been lying aside for a long time due to inhaling corpse qi, and secretly thought in his heart: "Although I am not to blame for this matter, but it is also because of me, I still put on a dress and clean up this scene." ”