And even if Feng Jinghao injures it, it is still a ** body, and the power of the dragon spirit can't really seriously injure it at all.

So the black fog at this time was only a little injured, and at most it was divided by Feng Jinghao.

Therefore, Ye Xifeng and other Qingyun Xuxu disciples stepped forward like eggs touching stones.

Not waiting for them to get closer.

The black mist roared wildly, and it knocked them down one by one.

After all, Black Mist is the king of resentment for thousands of years, and they are just cultivators for decades.

Black Mist looked at the scattered Qingyun Void disciples, and then looked at the unconscious Feng Jinghao.

A long laugh:

"Hahahaha, you monks who don't know what to call failed to break the seal 10 years ago, and now, I want you to see with your own eyes how my resentment was born!

I hate how I let you escape into the devil's path one by one!

"Ah.........h

"Ah.........."

Suddenly, all the children of Qingyun Void felt like their brains were burned by fire, and they were in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the dissatisfaction and resentment of daily life flooded in my mind.

These resentments are infinitely expanded and inflated at this time.

"Why am I the lowest disciple!"

"Why am I always a second-class disciple!"

"Why can't I practice the advanced cultivation of this sect!"

The eyes of Qingyunxu's disciples were all dyed with a layer of bewitching red light.

Suddenly, it was like seeing the other party as an enemy, an enemy, and a stumbling block.

Immediately after, they fought each other, killed each other, and killed each other.

A sword, blood poured out.

A sword flew out, and one vomited blood and died.

Ye Xifeng looked at the juniors and disciples who had been united all along, and instantly killed each other.

"Senior brother! Stop!"

A soaring junior, one hand and one palm separated from each other's junior brothers.

It's just that he alone is the mantis arm as a car.

"Hahaha, fight, kill, and exert all the deepest dissatisfaction in your hearts, so that you can get real liberation!"

A devil's laughter filled Ye Xifeng's ears.

"Demons!"

Ye Xifeng picked up his sword and flew towards the black mist.

How could he be the opponent of the thousand-year-old demon with his weak strength.

"Humans who don't think they can do anything!"

I saw a ruthless palm wind of the resentful demon shooting away at Ye Xifeng.

Ye Xifeng saw that the black wind swept in, and immediately used internal force to resist.

It's just that the power of the black wind is too strong, how can Ye Xifeng, a small monk, resist it.

The black wind only saw through Ye Xifeng's body.

In an instant, the joints of Ye Xifeng's whole body felt like they had been shattered, and the pain was unbearable.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spat out, and the whole person flew out far into the distance.

"Hahaha......."

The Millennial Grudge let out another mocking laugh.

Then, the black mist transformed into the huge, faceless man again.

He flew in and walked into the heart of black resentment.

A faceless head looked at the blood-like flame.

Then there was a wanton roar:

"Hahahaha, I'm resentful, I've finally waited for this day!"

Then, with a huge mouth, he was about to suck in the flame.

Suddenly, the whole space, cold to the extreme.

Then, a terrifying sound of joy came.

In the distance, a big golden bird flew slowly.

On the back of the big bird, there sat a woman dressed in red, who looked ahead nervously and angrily.

Then, a terrifying sound of joy came.

In the distance, a big golden bird flew slowly.

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