The corpse ruler in Wu Feng's hand, even Wu Feng himself can't figure out what the origin is, I don't know how many years it has been in the body of Mao Ying, the ancestor of Maoshan, and by chance, it came to Wu Feng's hands, not to mention that Wu Feng doesn't know what kind of treasure it is, even the head of Qingfeng Dao, who has lived a lot of years, and the most orthodox heir of Maoshan, doesn't know what Wu Feng's corpse ruler is, let alone guess the head descending master Weng who came all the way from Siam.

At that moment, as soon as he saw the corpse ruler in Wu Feng's hand, he suddenly absorbed the yin qi that surrounded Wu Feng's body, Weng Chai immediately paused, and did not dare to take another step forward, the reason why he hesitated was because he couldn't understand why the black ruler in Wu Feng's hand had such magical powers, once ordinary people were invaded by their own yin and evil spirits, they would inevitably be robbed of their souls and die, and the young man in front of him just took out the black ruler, and the black qi in his body disappeared, was completely sucked into the ruler, and after absorbing the yin and evil qi on Wu Feng's body, the ruler also showed a strange white, which had to be guarded against, since that ruler could deal with and absorb the yin and evil spirit on Wu Feng's body, it would inevitably cause fatal damage to himself, Weng Chai looked at the corpse ruler in Wu Feng's hand, and for the first time showed a trace of timidity on his face.

Taking advantage of Weng Chai being stunned, Wu Feng supported the ground with one hand, leaned back against a tombstone behind him, and stabilized his figure, but the palm that fought against Weng Chai just now was too cold, and it hurt the meridians, but it couldn't slow down for a while, although the yin and evil spirit on his body was absorbed by the corpse ruler, but the pain in his body could not be restrained, Wu Feng's face was extremely embarrassed, he couldn't stop coughing, and blood foam kept spurting out of his mouth, and he gasped for a few breaths before he stopped.

Weng Chai was motionless at a distance of about ten steps from Wu Feng, just looking at the corpse ruler in Wu Feng's hand in a daze, and he didn't dare to rush forward for a while.

Wu Feng held the corpse ruler, when the injury gradually stabilized, but his mind was turning a thousand times, secretly thought, it seems that this head descending master is really as the master they said, extremely difficult to deal with, just fought against it, he was seriously injured, he had to think of a proper way, now the master and the senior brother are uncertain about life and death, once they are killed by this head descending master, the master and the senior brother will never be able to live, no! I can't die like this, even if I die, I have to die a little worth, at least I have to accompany this head descender on the road.

But I'm like this, it's not easy to kill this head lowering master, if this head lowering master gives himself such a moment, it's hard to say whether he can live or not.

After struggling for a moment, Wu Feng's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and suddenly thought of the huge coffin he saw not long ago, the evil thing in the coffin that was shocked by an extremely mysterious talisman on the coffin must be very powerful, he also learned a very powerful skill from his grandfather, that is, the art of controlling the corpse, if there is a very powerful corpse mutant in it, he can use the Maoshan Emperor Bell to control it, and when the time comes, use the big guy in the coffin to deal with this Weng Chai , maybe there is some chance of winning, even if it can't be beaten, I can still buy some time to see how the two of them are doing.