The old man was scared away, but at the same time, he left behind a mysterious person that Wu Feng couldn't resist, and also left an endless sense of disappointment in Wu Feng's heart. Between the realms, what is formed is the difference in strength, a master of the world realm, can shoot the people of the Jindan realm to death with his hand, a look can penetrate the sea, a roar can shake the dantian, and even the people of the Jindan realm who can be crushed by the momentum and coercion The body collapses and the soul is annihilated.

Under the spiritual realm, there are ants, after the psychic, it has just become stronger, and the difference between the realms is not to be ants again and again, if you want to get rid of the fate of ants, you can only continue to cultivate, practice desperately, and if you don't want to be the existence of ants, you can only be the existence of ants looking up.

The realm is the chasm of the cultivator, and every time he crosses one, he can make earth-shaking changes, and the difference is not more than a million miles, and there is an insurmountable gap between the Jindan realm and the world realm.

Wu Feng secretly thought in his heart, what else can he do, do it, I will do it, he will do it. Otherwise, after today, would the true self still have this chance to cross that chasm? Wu Feng would not believe that the person was just to teach the younger generations a lesson, and only to save each other with righteousness, so he appeared and drove the old man away.

Wu Feng's heart was extremely bitter at this time. Do I want to become someone else's puppet in the end, this is my final fate, no, never, not death, roaring out in my heart.

Wu Feng shouted in his heart, the old man's hatred, Tong Minghua's love, Ling Xiao, Jin Chengfeng's kindness, and Cai Jun's righteousness, are they all going to end?

Scene by scene, scene by scene, all flowed through Wu Feng's heart, at the age of eight, he risked his life to enter the killer's nest to steal the teacher, that year he entered the Great Sword League, that year he ascended to Xiantai and entered the Qingyang Sect, that year he was brilliant in the arena, that year he broke through the psychic realm, that year he broke through the first layer of the psychic realm......

That time I almost died in the cave, that time I met Tong Minghua, and that time I was resurrected under the situation of death, and I broke through to the Jindan realm......

But he is not strong enough, because he is the existence of ants in front of the mysterious man, there is no fight back, the power to fight back, and there is no possibility of escape, if he is taken away today, tomorrow, he will become a puppet, an eternal puppet, never able to get rid of, forever lose himself.

Fight, only death, grace, hatred, love, righteousness, let me take it all away.

In an instant, Wu Feng thought a lot, and his heart was much firmer, he would rather die than be himself, and would rather die than be a walking corpse.

Wu Feng's reddened eyes suddenly turned red.

The mysterious man glanced at Wu Feng with interest and said, "Haven't you seen enough?"

Haven't seen enough? Who is watching, I? Wu Feng was stunned in his heart, and then ecstatic, besides me, who else is watching, who else. No matter what, as long as there are people, the more people the better, and the more chaotic the better. If there is only the mysterious man here, then his fate is doomed.

"Roar" Wu Feng roared, his whole body turned red, and the crimson mist suddenly erupted from his body, and the heavy smell of blood filled the surrounding air, becoming wider and wider, among which there seemed to be a phantom, a sea of Shura blood, countless aura, and the handsome and abnormal Shura hand weapon flashed and flew in it. Above all the asuras, there is an atavistic body of Shura, an asura, with three heads and a hundred eyes, a hundred hands, and four legs, opening his mouth to spit fire, and the fierce god of swallowing the sun and the moon roared towards the sky.

The mysterious man's face suddenly changed when he looked at the vision that Wu Feng suddenly released, and his gaze at him was even more cold, as if he wanted to penetrate Wu Feng.

Wu Feng completely ignored the mysterious man's extremely ugly face, and didn't care about the knife-like eyes, and urged himself to urge the realm of the asura anger that he had comprehended at that moment just now, and sneered in his heart, the water is not mixed enough, then I will add fire to you. Now there is no one who doesn't know that I am a Shura Blood Demon, and who doesn't understand that a Golden Pill can comprehend the anti-heaven value of the blood demon puppet in the realm.

Suddenly, a huge spiritual power palm appeared in the sky above that field, and an incomparably powerful momentum penetrated from that palm, and the crimson mist in the air was immediately cleared by more than half, and the field also melted out a big hole like snow at the same time, and the phantom of the sea of blood, Shura men and women, disappeared suddenly, and the entire field trembled instantly, and the image of Shura's atavism in that field, the figure of the Asura seemed to be able to feel pain, screaming and roaring at the palm of the sky。

In fact, just now, Wu Feng simply wanted to highlight some of the characteristics of the Shura Blood Demon, so that the people hiding next to him knew his identity and his own value, and lured them to make a move and mess up the scene.

But what I didn't expect was that when I pushed that characteristic, the blood mist to the extreme, there was a bang in my head, and a stream of enlightenment from the blood flowed into my heart, rushing to the sea of knowledge, and the blood mist that was permeated around suddenly underwent unexpected changes, and finally the anti-ancestor of Shura was born like Asura, and at the moment when Asura was formed, the blood mist changed into the realm of Asura's wrath.

Wu Feng was ecstatic in his heart, and immediately added another barrel of oil to the fire of temptation, urging it with all his might, making the scene grander and more violent. Anyway, even if they honestly stand there and don't move this time, they will not let me go because I am a side lighter, they will not let me go because I did not participate in the fight between them, everyone here will not let go of themselves, and they will not let go of a blood demon puppet who is only in the golden pill stage but has unlimited potential.

Okay, then then I will light the fire, and then add fuel to the fire, if I finally fall and become the puppet of those people, then I can only sigh that the time is not good, but even so, I will have to pay a heavy price for you, I have already fought for my life, what are I afraid of.

If I can take advantage of the chaos and retreat in the end, even if I have to face more pursuit in the future, provoke more peeps, be scolded by people near the world, and become the public enemy of the world, I don't care, I will also resist to the end, my life must be in my own hands, my life is not up to you, let alone the sky, the sky is going to kill me, I will put it to death and live and resist to the end.

At this time, the asuras in that realm also seemed to feel Wu Feng's determination, and felt that unyielding and unrepentant feeling. There was a roar of anger, and suddenly the crimson mist around him, the sea of blood in the field, and the Shura above all converged together, converging into a crimson river of blood that was swallowed into his stomach in one bite.

In an instant, Asura's whole body was full of blood, and the whole person continued to expand and become bigger, and at the same time, the illusory body also became more suspicious, looking up, it was full of explosive power, and its body, all parts of its body also became more real, as if the real body had descended.

When that huge palm fell, Asura also bumped into it with the whole person, like a blood-colored meteor, with a blood-red tail, and blocked in front of Wu Feng without moving forward, facing the huge palm that was extremely powerful.

There was a loud bang, and the blood-colored meteor was like crashing into a relatively huge planet, like an egg hitting a hard wooden plank, and it exploded, and the blood-colored meteor was instantly photographed into a cloud of blood mist, and the power on it only made the palm of the hand, and after the palm trembled, it was finally shot away by it, and dissipated with the fall of the palm.

Wu Feng himself was thrown far away in the air at the same time as he was scattered, snorted, his whole body shook violently, blood flowed out of the seven orifices at the same time, and the whole person became extremely hideous, as if he was the Asura who had just been shot away. It's just a mess.