Liao Xiaoniu's throat surged for a while, Wu Feng's eyes were too scary, and the murderous aura exuded from his body was even colder than the cold aura in this corridor, and he didn't dare to breathe, for fear that Wu Feng would go crazy and even kill himself.

Obviously, Liao Xiaoniu's worry was superfluous, the murderous aura on Wu Feng's face gradually faded, and finally returned to normal, and the hand holding the Seven Star Longyuan Sword slowly fell, he glanced at the corpse of Master Mo Yun lying on the ground, a trace of sadness appeared on his face, and after a while, he suddenly felt a few yellow paper talismans from his arms, which were pasted on Master Mo Yun's head and limbs, and then silently recited the incantation, and after a while, a blue flame appeared on Master Mo Chen's body, burning fiercely, In just a few moments, Master Mo Yun's body was burned into a pile of flying ashes.

Then, Wu Feng took out the bamboo tube with water on his body, poured out all the water inside, and put Master Mo Yun's ashes into it one by one, as if talking to himself: "Master Mo Yun can't stay in such a dirty place, I want to take him back to Xingguo Temple and hand him over to Master Mo Chen for a good burial......"

Soon, Wu Feng finished burying Master Mo Chen's ashes, hung them on his waist again, and walked towards the depths of the Yongdao with a calm face.

Liao Xiaoniu saw that behind Wu Feng's calmness, there must be a storm hidden, and he didn't know when the wind would rage and kill all directions.

Therefore, Liao Xiaoniu didn't dare to squeak, for fear of annoying him now, but he followed not far behind Wu Feng and continued to walk this unknown road.

In such a passage that does not see the light of day, there is no concept of time at all, no one knows what time it is, since falling into the dark passage, a long time has passed, in the process of continuous travel, Wu Feng suddenly was very worried about the old Liu Tou, and he didn't know where he was got by the little demon girl, the dark passage he jumped into and the old Liu Tou fell into the same place at all, and I don't know if there is a connected place, if the old Liu Tou fell into a passage full of dense organs like himself, It's hard to imagine if Lao Liu Tou is still alive.

The corridor is getting colder and colder, but there are fewer and fewer people hanging on both sides of the corridor, and this long corridor seems to be coming to an end again.

To put it mildly, this place is somewhat similar to the cave where the ancestor and grandfather lived halfway up the Broken Soul Cliff, but it was not as terrible as it is now, although he has been there for more than a year, Wu Feng has really not wandered around in the cave, and every day in addition to practicing is practicing.

At this time, Wu Feng suddenly missed his grandfather, if he hadn't taught him this technique, he didn't know how many times he had died by now.

After a little further walking, there was not a single living dead hanging on the wall, only two rows of blue flames that stretched far away.

Suddenly, Wu Feng seemed to hear the sound of someone talking, coming from a long distance, not to mention a few hundred meters away, as soon as he heard this voice, Wu Feng immediately paused and pulled out the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword.

"Why don't you go? And that's not the end yet, is it? Liao Xiaoniu, who was behind him, asked as soon as he saw Wu Feng stop.

"Someone was talking, and I heard a lot of gasps." Wu Feng said in a deep voice.