Looking at the little guy below who was confronting the old wolf of the Demon Moon who was much stronger than himself, the faint green soul fire in Han Feng's soul floating above suddenly began to shine violently. Brave, competitive, daring to challenge opponents who are stronger than themselves, and having a unique wisdom and tenacity......

The shadow of a small skeleton jumped out of the fragment of Han Feng's soul memory - it was the little skeleton warrior Typhoon. Then there's Kuru, the skeletal mage with a big skull head who likes to swing around wielding a soul fire spray lance...... Marcus, the reticent and seemingly wooden knight who is the most reliable helper...... And the mount that had just been subdued, the tall bone dragon......

One by one, the figures flashed out of the fragments of the soul's memory...... The intense love that has been deeply suppressed in the depths of my heart suddenly and irrepressibly erupts!

It wasn't until this time that Han Feng realized that he actually had some feelings for the group of bone brothers who had been recruited to better collect and rob cultivation resources...... Of course, this is something that Han Feng refused to admit even if he was killed. After all, he was once a cultivated immortal. Cultivators, their feelings have long been indifferent, how can they have any feelings for a bunch of bones?!!

For a period of time, Han Feng, who has been frantically struggling to survive in the medicine jar that has been robbed by all parties, can hardly even save his own life, and all kinds of feelings such as unwillingness and humiliation in his heart have been suppressed by him in the depths of his heart. For him, at that time, all kinds of emotions were superfluous, and survival and escape were the most important things.

But at this moment, the increasingly intense emotions that erupted in my heart were suddenly aroused, but I couldn't continue to suppress them at all......

"Lord Bardair! Stere, King of the Dead! And those damn thousand-year-old demons, 10,000-year-old bones, ......! Wait for me!! The advantage of my Korean style is not so easy to take advantage of! Wait for Lao Tzu to come back and settle accounts with you! ”

The furious Han Feng could no longer suppress the strong sense of grief and indignation in his heart - shame! was actually destroyed by life, and had to flee into the Ten Thousand Medicine Spirit Jar to save his life. He almost lost his soul because of his injuries. He was almost sacrificed as a treasure to the undead king Stell. What a grievance!

What makes Han Feng even more irrepressible is that he can't even protect a group of loyal little brothers! This is really a great humiliation for Han Feng, who has always been good-looking and short-sighted.

The brightness of the blazing soul fire in Han Feng's soul exploded violently...... A dark green expanse suddenly enveloped the space within a radius of dozens of zhang. Even the blazing sunlight overhead could not be cast at all.

Han Feng's soul is now also the strength of the peak of foundation building, even in the immortal cultivation world, the strength of the peak of the foundation building period can be regarded as a master in scattered cultivation. With this unrestrained eruption, the powerful soul power suddenly spread to all around.

There had been a confrontation below for a while, and the third-level Demon Moon Old Wolf, who was about to attack, suddenly stiffened, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground. The trembling body and the terrified glint in the green wolf's eyes fully explained the old wolf's current state.

Ali, who was born with a sharper sense, paralyzed half a step faster than the old wolf, and suddenly fell to the ground. Although the sword in his hand was still barely grasped, the violently shaking blade already showed how much his hand trembled.

A strong, soul-level sense of coercion suddenly fell from the sky like a giant mountain.

Today's strength at the peak of Han Feng's foundation building period is much stronger than the two little guys below. Even the old wolf of the Demon Moon, in Han Feng's opinion, was just a thing for rookies in the Qi cultivation period in the immortal cultivation world to practice and beat at will.

For cultivators in the foundation building period, it is a kind of promotion at the soul level for cultivators in the Qi cultivation period. Therefore, they have the coercion of the soul level. This kind of coercion is related to the strength and realm of the soul.

With Han Feng's current realm and strength, the soul power exuded by his anger can naturally crush the two little guys below who are still rookie level without any suspense.

The old wolf of the Demon Moon had already succumbed to the pressure of this terrifying soul, and it trembled as if it had encountered a powerful natural enemy that he could not resist, and he looked like he was ready to be slaughtered.

Ali's cousin, who is even worse, is much better than the old wolf of the Demon Moon. Although his feet were weak, the war knife in his hand was shaking, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was extremely hard, and his knuckles were white and his muscles were exposed, it was enough to see how he was willing to give up the war knife in his hand and the idea of resistance in his heart under the pressure of this terrifying soul.

On that little face, which was already unusually pale, the light of perseverance in the bright big eyes was still so firm.

In the end, he is a veteran who has cultivated for thousands of years, and the outburst of love is only a matter of a moment. The furious Han Feng quickly recovered under the momentary gaffe. Whether it is humiliation or anger, these feelings are useless. Just vent once in a while. It is only right to improve your strength faster, and then go back to the undead realm to settle accounts with the enemy.

The only thing that made Han Feng feel more comforted was that at least until he passed through the spatial hole, the connection between Han Feng's soul and the soul seals of several junior brothers had not been interrupted. This is enough to show that the few little brothers who worry about him are not too dangerous.

Although I can't know the current situation of those little brothers in detail, as long as they are alive and their souls have not been extinguished, it will be easy to do.

Due to the barrier of space, Han Feng's connection with the soul seals in the souls of several younger brothers has been completely broken. Han Feng can only hope that they can protect their lives well. I have also cultivated for thousands of years, and I have experienced the sorrows of life and countless dangers of life and death, how can I still be bound by the concern in my heart.

Han Feng couldn't help but laugh at himself. Maybe it's been a long time in the fairy world, but the once firm heart of cultivation has softened.

Han Feng, who had restrained his feelings, looked down, but saw that the old wolf of the Demon Moon was slowly recovering from the intense fear, and was quietly getting up, bowing his head and holding his tail between his legs, ready to flee for his life.

And the little guy Ali, who was not very old, stood up straight, the war knife in his hand was firmly across his chest, his little face was up, and a pair of big eyes stared straight at Han Feng's soul above. There was a little bit of fear, a little doubt, and a little curiosity in those big bright eyes.

Han Feng couldn't help but smile in his heart, and he had a good impression of this little guy who was not small and had a strong heart. He casually made a move towards the sky, and the Ten Thousand Medicine Spirit Jar that had been suspended flew down violently. Then a white light suddenly lit up on the dark surface of the jar, and a ray of light shot straight to the ground.

I saw that where the white light shone on the ground, a ball of light and shadow exploded violently, and then a tall black bull suddenly flashed.

The black bull was the height of an adult, a foot in length, and its stout body was covered with black scales. On the huge bull's head, a pair of sharp horns that bend and go straight to the sky are particularly eye-catching. A pair of bull's eyes bigger than a fist stared at him in a daze, although it looked very penetrating, but it seemed to be a little less agile.

This is the primary spirit cow that was reborn after absorbing the flesh and blood of the lion-headed giant beast in the Ten Thousand Medicine Spirit Jar.

To be honest, after three days of cocooning, this spirit cow that suddenly appeared scared Han Feng. This image ...... Tsk, why isn't it an old cow with golden hair? Han Feng couldn't help but shake his head. Black-scaled cow, isn't that a freak? It's not pleasing to the eye. As a predetermined mount, this is very inconsistent with Uncle Han Feng's aesthetics.

It's still that tall bone dragon, what a tall man, so powerful. What made Han Feng most dissatisfied was that this so-called spirit cow was not clever at all, but more like a dumb puppet beast.

But no matter what, for Han Feng, who is now in a state of soul, this junior spirit cow can barely be regarded as a helper. This time, I summoned it just to see how it looked.

The stunned black bull staring at a pair of huge bull's eyes seemed to have received instructions from Han Feng's soul, and raised his head sharply and let out a "moo" roar. This sound is not small, and it deserves the meaning of sonic shock. Then the black bull raised its thick four hooves, smashed deep and large pits in the ground, and rushed like a madly bulldozer in the frenzied patches of dirt that flew backwards.

Its target was naturally the old wolf of the Demon Moon who was quietly moving towards the depths of the dense forest with his tail between his legs.