In the woods, two grandmasters stood side by side, one of them frowned, and said: "I really didn't expect that this Ding Peng would be so difficult, and he killed Lao Hu in a seriously injured state!" ”

"So what? Kill Liu Zhuang, he will definitely die! The other had a gloomy face, and his eyes were intertwined with a cold light, and said, "As long as Donald kills that miscellaneous piece, our benefits will be indispensable." ”

"Hey!" The grandmaster master next to him sighed, his eyes flowing with emotion, "Master Liu Zhuang is a peak powerhouse of the Fusion God, and he is only half a step away from the realm of the Yang God, and there is the support of Wudang Mountain behind him, it can be said that he has a bright future, who would have thought that he would die in the hands of a grandmaster martial artist." ”

"Huh!" The grandmaster master with a gloomy face sneered, "With the means of the village owner, will he die at the hands of a grandmaster martial artist?" ”

"And what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting!"

"Buzz"

Suddenly!

The expression of the sneering Grandmaster Martial Artist froze, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"Poof!"

Blood sprayed, and half of the Grandmaster powerhouse's chest exploded.

The Grandmaster powerhouse standing next to him was stunned, and then his pupils contracted suddenly, and there was a look of horror in it.

"Whew!"

Ye Feng, who was wearing a soul hook suit, was like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind the retreating grandmaster martial artist, his hands sticking out, his nails sharp.

"How dare you !!"

The Grandmaster powerhouse suddenly turned around, his eyes rolled with monstrous anger, and his right hand turned into a fist, and it fell towards Ye Feng with a bang.

"Fantian Seal!"

"Buzz!"

The space seemed to be distorted, and a large seal fell from the sky, carrying a divine aura.

However, when the Fantian Seal was about to fall on the head of that Grandmaster Warrior, the golden light was restrained and turned into a terrifying black corpse qi.

"Boom!"

The internal force of the protective body collapsed in an instant, and the artistic conception that had not yet been completely condensed was even more gone.

"Bang!"

The brains splashed, and the Great Seal smashed the opponent's head and fell to the ground.

"Damn, the power of this Heavenly Seal is so strong?"

Ye Feng stared blankly at the corpse that was smashed by Fantianyin, and couldn't help but show excitement on his face.

Quickly stepped forward and picked up the Fantian Seal, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, and a wisp of black corpse qi appeared on the big seal, which could not be dispelled.

"Mentor, what's going on?"

"Master, although this Heavenly Seal is an imitation, it contains the purest source power, which clashes with the corpse qi in the master's body. Therefore, in the process of using the Fantian Seal, the Fantian Seal will slowly be assimilated by the corpse qi and eventually become a corpse weapon. ”

"Corpses?"

"A weapon that can contain corpse qi and is used by zombies can be called a corpse weapon!"

"Oh!"

Putting away the Fantian seal, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he walked to the corpse with a cracked brain and lifted it up.

"Ding!"

"The host devours superior blood and increases zombie experience evolution points by 500!"

"Ding!"

"The host devours superior blood and increases zombie experience evolution points by 500!"

After swallowing the blood of the two grandmaster warriors, Ye Feng burped, and then his footsteps slipped and disappeared in place.

"The charm is no longer enough for me to cast the Nightmare Pupil, the Fantian Seal and the corpse qi are fused, and it seems that the power has decreased a lot." Secretly, Ye Feng stared at the team led by a Dao Sect in the distance, and his eyes were full of thought.

With his current combat strength, when his hole cards are exhausted, he can easily kill the cultivators of the Grandmaster Realm in seconds. But when he hunted those two grandmaster warriors just now, he had already cast his hole cards.

Of course, Ye Feng's hole cards are not only Nightmare Pupil and Fantian Seal.

"The physique of the Dao Sect is not as good as that of the Grandmaster Martial Artist, if I can hurt him, I can kill him with the Blood Soul Hand!"

As soon as his eyelids were raised, Ye Feng showed a solemn smile and slowly closed his eyes.

Not far away, the Dao Sect master at the front of the team frowned suddenly, raised his hand to cover his heart, and muttered, "Why do you feel so uncomfortable?" ”

"Elder Fang!"

Suddenly, a second-level martial artist who was following behind the Dao Sect turned pale and spoke in a trembling voice, "I, my heart hurts so much!" ”

Elder Fang turned around abruptly and looked at everyone's ugly expressions, "It's not good, hurry up and get out of here!" ”

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the second-level martial artist who spoke sprayed blood, the pores all over his body erupted, and the red blood seeped out, looking extremely weird.

Secretly, Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was a little pale.

Just now, he ran the Blood River Heart Method with all his might, and the few blood contained in his heart boiled.

Pulled by the blood river, the blood of that group of cultivators also boiled.

"The power of the Blood River seems to be similar to that of the Emperor Shakti's Heavenly Heart Tribulation."

The ability of the Celestial Heart Tribulation is to synchronize the enemy's heartbeat with the caster.

The blood river is to make the blood of the enemy boil.

As the second-level martial artist suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground, Ye Feng shot out with an arrow step.

Old Fang suddenly opened his eyes, three runes appeared in his hand, and at the same time, he drew talismans in the void, and one after another runes kept emerging, sweeping towards Ye Feng.

"Whoa!"

As if the cloth had been torn, Ye Feng's fingernails glowed with a dark light, directly tearing the whistling talisman.

"What is this?" A look of horror appeared on Fang Lao's face, and he hurriedly retreated, shouting at the same time, "Block him and buy me time to cast spells!" ”

"Huh!"

Ye Feng sneered, opened his mouth, and a terrifying devouring force swept out, and dozens of drops of blood that fell to the ground poured into his mouth.

"Bloody Hand !!"

His hands were sealed, and a puff of blood-colored mist overflowed from the back of Ye Feng's hand.

At the same time, the group of cultivators who were standing in front of Elder Fang stiffened in unison, revealing a look of horror one by one.

As long as there was enough blood, Ye Feng relied on the power of the Blood Soul Hand to kill the powerhouse of the Fusion God Realm. It's a pity that the blood river traction just now didn't force out much of their blood.

But, that's enough!

With the outbreak of the Blood Immortal Hand, the group of cultivators were seriously injured one by one.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

Ye Feng's figure was like lightning, shuttling through the crowd, the strongest cultivators in that group were only first-level martial artists, where could they resist Ye Feng at this moment.

Blood sprayed, and screams rang out incessantly.

Old Fang's face was full of horror, he looked at Ye Feng who was like a wolf entering a flock, and shouted, "Who are you?" Why kill us? ”

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Elder Fang stiffened, feeling the cold aura emanating from the side, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm not human!"

"What?"

"Roar!"

Sen Bai's sharp fangs possessed magical power, directly piercing through the spiritual power around Fang Lao's body, as if piercing the skin on his neck.

Soon, all six cultivators turned into dried corpses.

Ye Feng pulled out the ring on his old finger, "So poor? ”

Fang Lao's space ring was at most half flat, and there were only a dozen runes in it, as well as some bank cards and a book of cultivation exercises.

Putting away the space ring with a lack of interest, Ye Feng found that this group of cultivators were all poor.

Actually, this is Ye Feng walking into a misunderstanding.

The people he came into contact with before were all Tianjiao with deep backgrounds, and they naturally had a lot of collections.

Poor and rich in martial arts, ordinary cultivators are almost shy all year round, and they will buy items for cultivation with a little money.