Chapter 357: The Body Hidden in the Ball

This black dry tobacco pouch is the legendary Magic Smoke Tower. Luo Xiaofeng sighed, he didn't know if this wisp of black smoke had a chance to transform into its original form!

Luo Xiaofeng put the black dry smoke stick into his infinite space.

After the Eight Great Inheritance Orbs woke up, Luo Xiaofeng felt that the power of these Inheritance Orbs had become stronger, and his ability to sense the things around him had also returned to its previous peak state.

Luo Xiaofeng's heart was surging and he was very excited. There was something even more exciting, which happened suddenly.

The Magic Smoke Tower in Luo Xiaofeng's infinite space was trembling violently at some point. Two thin puffs of black smoke escaped from the Magic Smoke Tower, distorting and gathering in the infinite space.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes widened in surprise as he keenly sensed the aura of the magic sword.

Under the Nine Shadows Cliff, Luo Xiaofeng inadvertently obtained the Ancient Demon Sword, but when Luo Xiaofeng confronted Lin Banan in Luomen, the Demon Sword in the infinite space escaped without warning.

The whereabouts of the Demon Sword have always been a mystery! Despite the legends, the Demon Sword and the Demon Sword of the Netherworld Realm have attracted each other, and they have become one.

Luo Xiaofeng never dreamed that after the Eight Great Inheritance Orbs in his body woke up, he actually felt the breath of the long-missing magic sword. Intertwined with the magic sword is a dark red sword. Luo Xiaofeng didn't know the origin of this long sword, but he vaguely felt that this dark red long sword was probably the legendary demon sword.

The magic sword and the demon sword merged into one, turning into a black long sword more than four feet long!

How could the Demon Sword and the Demon Sword be hidden in the Demon Smoke Tower?

Just when Luo Xiaofeng was in doubt, the demon divine sword more than four feet long was already suspended in front of Luo Xiaofeng's eyes.

A cold sword aura rippled out, and the ice beside the road cracked into pieces.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes widened, and his hands trembled with excitement.

The moment Luo Xiaofeng grabbed the hilt of the Demon Divine Sword, his whole body calmed down.

This is an invincible weapon, and it must be controlled by a stable heart.

Who the hell is this skinny little old man? The Demon Excalibur is hidden in his Demon Smoke Tower, has he never known it?

The demon sword and the magic sword are combined into one, and the seal of the magic sword is automatically lifted.

The Demon Sword is an ancient artifact, and it is also the treasure of the Demon Realm, whoever gets the Demon Divine Sword is the real master of the Demon Realm, and he can command the demons in the world, and he is the only one.

This time when he came to Wanren Snow Mountain, Luo Xiaofeng's main purpose was to find the legendary Ice Demon Flower, the Ice Demon Flower had no shadow, but the harvest was not small.

The Demon Sword and the Demon Sword were combined into one, and they became the most domineering Demon Divine Sword.

The Eight Great Inheritance Orbs, which were originally in a deep dormant state, also unexpectedly woke up, and their energy was more abundant and more powerful! Luo Xiaofeng calmed down his excitement for a moment, and cautiously headed towards the top of the Ten Thousand Miles Snow Mountain.

Luo Xiaofeng was still talking to the thin little old man just now, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to the bluestone-paved winding mountain path. He still held the black and shiny dry tobacco pouch in his arms, and the pot of the tobacco pouch was stuffed with golden tobacco.

Luo Xiaofeng stood stunned for a long time, if it weren't for the slender pitch-black dry tobacco pouch in his arms, he really thought that he had a strange dream.

Luo Xiaofeng carefully put the Demon Divine Sword into his infinite space.

Everything is calm again!

Luo Xiaofeng walked up the winding mountain path again, but no matter how he walked, he was still halfway up the mountain.

It's always dark day and night. Large snowflakes drifted down from the cloudy sky.

Wanren Snow Mountain is indeed a strange place!

Luo Xiaofeng simply sat down on the side of the path.

Below the trail is the bottomless cliff, and the cold wind roars under the cliff, like a hundred beasts roaring in the valley, and thousands of horses galloping.

Luo Xiaofeng clenched his fists, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

At the bottom of the cliff, there was a sudden wail. Although the voice was not loud, Luo Xiaofeng heard it very clearly.

Luo Xiaofeng stood up, and he leaned over to look at the bottom of the cliff.

Under the cliff, the fog is vast!

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't see the bottom of the cliff, nor could he see anything, but he heard the faint wail again.

The voice is weak and staccato, but it is full of pain and fear!

Luo Xiaofeng didn't think much about it, he used his mind to urge the Heavenly Heart Bead in his body and the Eight Great Inheritance Orbs on his wrist.

A circle of colorful aura instantly enveloped Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng jumped in the air and jumped off the cliff.

The cold wind whistled in Luo Xiaofeng's ears. With the help of the Heavenly Heart Bead and the Inheritance Orb, Luo Xiaofeng finally saw a milky white ball. The big ball floats in a milky white mist and is difficult for the average person to spot.

It was from this milky white ball that the faint wail sounded.

Luo Xiaofeng was surprised to find that the milky white ball was constantly changing in size, as large as two people tall and as small as a fist. The faint wail disappeared somewhere.

Just when Luo Xiaofeng looked at the ever-changing big ball in surprise, the big ball suddenly exploded.

The sound of "bang" startled Luo Xiaofeng.

The big ball burst open and turned into a milky white strip of cloth, about two zhang long and one zhang wide.

Luo Xiaofeng was surprised to find that there were dozens of corpses lying on this huge strip of milky white cloth. Among these dozens of corpses, there were two familiar faces of Luo Xiaofeng. One was thin, thin, with two whiskered mustaches on his upper lip and only a few sparse yellow hairs on his chin. The other was a big fat man, with a round head without a single hair, with a nose roll and a big grin, and not only did he not have any hair, but he also did not even have eyebrows and beards.

The thin man is a monkey Zhao! The fat man is a fat man! There are still a dozen or so corpses left, these people are different in height and short, fat and thin, but they have one common characteristic, that is, they have no hair, eyebrows, and beard. Luo Xiaofeng knew that these dozen or so corpses were all subordinates of Tu Fatzi.

Luo Xiaofeng jumped lightly and stood on this huge strip of cloth. He walked gently towards Zhao Monkey......

Zhao Monkey's thin face was full of fear, and his eyes were still wide open. Luo Xiaofeng knew that Zhao Monkey must have been frightened by some kind of huge shock before he died.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed, feeling very uncomfortable, he leaned down to check Zhao Monkey's body, and strangely, there was not even a little trauma on the corpse. Dozens of corpses, all in the same condition, with no trauma on their bodies and a look of horror on their faces. These people seem to be scared to death!

Just as Luo Xiaofeng was carefully examining these corpses, the huge strip of milky white cloth under his feet suddenly rolled up. Luo Xiaofeng's body lost its balance, and he fell to the cloth one by one.

The strip of cloth that was originally spread in mid-air suddenly agitated, and Luo Xiaofeng and the dozens of corpses were instantly wrapped.

(End of chapter)