This fourth son of Zhao Siye, although he has a bad record, and he was looked down upon by this guy when he went to Zhao's house today, but he can't slaughter him because of a look from others......

In this way, not to mention that Ning Feng can't convince himself, I'm afraid that even if he really changes to a murderous person, this situation will also shake his head. What, tell me to kill him, you should kill a melon.

Besides, this kid doesn't have any grudges with Ning Feng, and he doesn't seem to have any grudges with the rest of the Fang family.

Looking at the girl named Xi'er, Ning Feng suddenly had a thought in his mind, yes, Fang family! How would they react when they knew that the eldest lady was a monster?

Ning Feng's eyes lit up, and he didn't care what happened to these people in the end, he turned left and right and walked into a teahouse, ordered something, and then whispered a few words in the ear of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper happily took Ning Feng's reward, and ran out with his legs and feet, Ning Feng looked at it, and then buried his head in eating, and the bald bird lay on the side, lazily watching the people coming and going in the store.

The iron-fronted storm bear sniffed the smell of food, and as soon as it came out, a fist from Ning Feng appeared in front of its eyes, and it had to retract into Ning Feng's arms again pitifully.

Ning Feng didn't dare to let it run out, if others thought that he had a special hobby, he would wrap a bright silk around his pet.

Ning Feng waited until the shopkeeper came back and confirmed that everything he had ordered had been done, and then he paid for the meal and left in a hurry.

Ning Feng wandered around with the bald bird, until the second watch, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, or rather, basically there was not a single living person in a few streets.

Ning Feng was only a few streets away from the Fang family's compound, a ghostly shadow swept across the street extremely quickly, seeing that familiar face from a distance, Ning Feng did not doubt him, and instantly transported the Chaos Ancient Demon Sutra, and did his best to release blood qi.

The mud monster really moved, like a streamer of light, chased towards Ning Feng, Ning Feng dared to stop, picked up the imperial sword Ling Tian and ran in the direction of the broken temple.

At this time, Ning Feng discovered the shortcomings of the half-attack half-body martial art of Edgeworth Ling Tian, that is, the speed was fast enough, but everywhere he passed was dusty, and the aura of spiritual power was extremely heavy, fortunately, it was used to lure the enemy tonight, if it was used to escape, it would be self-defeating and self-defeating.

Ning Feng kept running away at full speed, you must know that the first sixth-level demonic beast was chasing behind, the sixth-level demonic beast? Ning Feng was a little puzzled, was the sixth-level demonic beast so slow......

If the mud monster chasing him behind knew Ning Feng's thoughts, he would have to immediately speed up and swallow Ning Fengsheng, it is true that I am a sixth-level demonic beast, but this skin controlled by Lao Tzu is only in the realm of spiritual veins, if he accidentally exceeds the physical limit that he can bear and accidentally reveals himself, then he will not become a street rat?

And you're too shameless, when you're tired, ask that big bird to carry you, and stop and squeeze your eyebrows and taunt yourself when you're rested.

It's a pity that the mud monster didn't expect this, it saw Ning Feng, felt the blood released by Ning Feng, and only felt that the beast's blood was boiling, it just wanted to quickly devour Ning Feng, and then refine his essence blood.

Because of Ning Feng's cultivation of the Chaotic Ancient Demon Sutra, coupled with his deliberate urging at this moment, the purity of blood qi essence was simply an irresistible poison for a demonic beast like the Silt Monster that advanced by devouring essence and blood.

Yes, the eldest lady of the Fang family didn't want to pay attention to Ning Feng, because her sister had mentioned something to her not long ago, which made her very uneasy.

Unfortunately, she can no longer control her body, and the Sludge Monster is the ruler of this body now, she is just a vassal.

Ning Feng couldn't figure out what this mud monster was thinking, so he stopped and stopped all the way, and ran with the bald bird in turn, but there was no physical exertion.

The broken temple is not far from Yanshan Town, as soon as Ning Feng enters the broken temple, he stands in the arranged trap, takes down the broken sword behind his back, and lets the bald bird hide aside, while he watches the figure of the silt monster getting closer and closer.

Not to mention, Ning Feng still admired the Zhao family's lurking masters, he was so close that he didn't even notice where they were hiding, it seemed that there were treasures to hide from the detection of spiritual sense.

The mud monster, or to be more precise, the silt monster that still looks like the eldest lady of the Fang family slowed down as soon as it approached the broken temple.

It first cautiously looked around and made sure that there were no other martial arts cultivators around it before looking at Ning Feng not far away.

Ning Feng's surroundings were a zhang away, and a half-human-high wooden barrel was placed in each of the four directions of the southeast, west, and northwest, which were full of fresh demonic blood.

The rich blood qi spread out in all directions, and the black light in the eyes of the eldest lady of the Fang family was full of greed, and her tongue jumped and licked the corners of her mouth.

Black Spiritual Power?Ning Feng looked at the terrifying pitch-black spiritual power that the silt monster wrapped around the eldest lady of the Fang family with some confusion, which looked very gloomy in the bright moonlight.

Ning Feng didn't dare to be careless, his idle left hand had already carried the thunder attribute spiritual power, the Wolong Seal quickly arranged the spirit seal, and the right hand holding the sword wrapped the fiery red spiritual power.

Without waiting for the mud monster to take the initiative to rush over, Ning Feng rushed over with a broken sword, his body was wearing the Void Artifact armor given to him by the Great Elder of the Zhao Family, and he heard that he could withstand the attacks of several Martial Sect powerhouses, Ning Feng was suspicious of this.

The second treasure given to him by the Great Elder of the Zhao Family was four Heavenly Thunder Arrow Feathers, which were infused with spiritual power when thrown, which would produce great lethality, and Ning Feng also didn't know what the effect was.

The third treasure was a small clay figure sculpture, and the great elder of the Zhao family didn't say anything, Ning Feng pondered for a while to no avail, and then put it in his arms.

Bang......

Ning Feng's body had just collided with the mud monster that possessed the eldest lady of the Zhao family, and immediately flew out upside down like a cannonball, and the person only felt the qi and blood surging in the air, and the right hand holding the broken sword was still trembling, and there was blood spilling between the five fingers, which showed how embarrassed Ning Feng was under this touch.

The mud monster possessed the eldest lady of the Fang family looked at Ning Feng with disdain, sneered at his indiscretion, and the black aura rose again, killing Ning Feng again.

Ning Feng was in the air, and the previous collision also made him understand that getting close was killing himself, he did not use the spirit seal, but continued to use the spiritual power of the thunder attribute to quickly seal in his left hand.

He threw the broken sword behind him, and the mud monster thought that he had given up resistance, and grabbed it with even more imposing hands, and the fire attribute aura between Ning Feng's right hand surged, and a thunder arrow feather smashed down on the head of the silt monster.

Rumble......

Ning Feng and the silt monster were both blown apart by huge power, the two were only half a foot apart before, and the thunder arrow feather exploded in the middle, and Ning Feng people naturally bore the brunt of being blown up a few meters away in the air, although this was uncomfortable, but it was definitely much better than the blow of a sixth-level demonic beast, even if this sixth-level demonic beast would not go all out.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, Ning Feng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his upper body were also blown to tatters, fortunately, the thunder arrow feather was thrown out by Ning Feng on his own initiative, although he was affected, but he protected his head in time, in comparison, the mud monster was definitely much more seriously injured than himself.

Ning Feng grabbed the broken sword on the ground, and just took a step forward, a black spiritual power suddenly appeared, lifting Ning Feng's whole person in the air, Ning Feng immediately felt that the spiritual power in his body was dissipating rapidly, and the blood qi seemed to begin to become uncontrollable, and it actually slowly surged towards the black spiritual power.

At this moment, the eldest lady of the Fang family was disheveled, her clothes were also tattered, and her body was bright blood red, and the black light of her eyes almost swallowed the whites of her eyes.

Her bare skin was chilling, full of muddy liquid, still wriggling, and black spiritual power emanated from it.

Ning Feng screamed in pain, and the eight hundred spirit sword seals appeared from the surrounding air trails at the same time, attacking indiscriminately between himself and the silt monster.

Click......

The clay figure that the Great Elder of the Zhao Family gave to Ning Feng turned into powder, and the armor that Ning Feng was wearing seemed to lose its weight in an instant and became dull.

The smoke and dust rose again, Ning Feng felt that hundreds of sharp blades were slashing at him, he felt that the black spiritual power that bound him seemed to weaken, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying devouring force once again extracted the blood qi in his body.

Yes......

Ning Feng roared in pain, but he wondered in his heart, why didn't the people of the Zhao family make a move now, the mud monster at this moment could be said to be in its original form, half two people and half mud body, covered in black light, but it was not difficult to distinguish the flowing disgusting liquid.

The mud monster's eyes became hotter and hotter, the black light on his body became darker and darker, the cold sweat on Ning Feng's forehead broke out, he closed his eyes, and his mind gradually sank, although he didn't know if the Zhao family had breached the contract or encountered some trouble, but he must not sit back.

The old ghost didn't speak, and Ning Feng knew that this meant that the mud monster hadn't used its true strength. Devouring!Ning Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he began to transport the Chaotic Ancient Demon Sutra, he had always avoided this ability of the Chaotic Ancient Demon Sutra, but now it seemed that this was an ability that was necessary to control.

Broken and then standing, the meridians were reversed, Ning Feng began to run the spiritual power that he could still use in the sea of qi in the opposite direction for a week of chaotic ancient demon scriptures, he thought that there would be a big problem with his body, but in fact, it was, no!

What is going on? The meridians are irreversible, this is common sense, if Ning Feng really had no other way, he would never make such a crazy move, this is simply self-defeating.

But the consequence of Ning Feng's failure to do so was that his qi, blood, and spiritual power were slowly devoured and refined by the mud monsters, and he ended up becoming a lifeless corpse like the countless unlucky ghosts.

All he could think of was to use the method of devouring to restrain the devouring of the mud monster, since the old ghost was so confident in the Chaos Ancient Demon Sutra, Ning Feng would rather believe the old ghost's words than pin his hope of survival on the strong man of the Zhao family who had not shown up now.