1847 Who is the Cult?
This shout made the eyes of those old Daoists fall on the old Dao who was almost sucked into a dry corpse, and couldn't help but tremble for a while, looking at Wu Feng's eyes with a little more fear, they were already considered crooked and heretical, but I didn't expect that this young man's cultivation method was a hundred times more evil than theirs, and he could also suck people's essence, and this kind of evil Dao method was even more unheard of.
Although they were afraid of Wu Feng, they still walked over the two old paths, and the old road that had been sucked into dry bark dragged them into their camp.
Wu Feng was just about to speak, at this time, he heard a burst of footsteps behind him, the footsteps were a little frivolous, and the man kept coughing while walking towards Wu Feng, Wu Feng looked back and saw that it was Lao Liu Tou with a yellow-haired monkey walking towards him.
Old Liu's face was a little blue, he walked lightly, and he arrived behind Wu Feng in a short time.
"Uncle Liu, I see that you are injured, who beat you?" Wu Feng frowned slightly and said with concern.
"The old man was not injured, but he was poisoned, when the fat monk escaped just now...... threw a few poisonous Buddha beads at the old man, and sucked in a little just now...... cough cough ......" As he spoke, Lao Liu Tou practiced coughing a few times and spit out a mouthful of black blood, obviously poisoned.
"The fat monk ran away?" Wu Feng asked blankly, Wu Feng didn't remember anything about what happened after he was blown out.
"Your kid went crazy just now, and almost killed everyone here, and the fat monk didn't run, you kid doesn't know yet?" Old Liu asked rhetorically.
For Wu Feng's endless strange tricks, Lao Liu Tou has become accustomed to it, since this kid came out of the Broken Soul Cliff, it has become an unsolved mystery, what kind of things he did, Lao Liu Tou felt that it was not unusual, anyway, Wu Feng had a lot of things to hide from everyone, even his master and his senior brother didn't know, and Lao Liu Tou didn't expect to get anything from Wu Feng's mouth, although he was very curious.
Wu Feng opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but found that this matter could not be explained, and he couldn't say that he had just used the Yin and Yang Eight Combination Immeasurable Cleansing Sutra, right?
The more this matter is explained, the more chaotic it becomes, it is better not to explain, seeing that the poisoning of the old Liu Tou is not light, and it is afraid of hurting his heart if he delays for a while, Wu Feng did not say much, he walked directly to the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, pulled out the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, and directly cut a bloody hole on his hand, and the blood gushed out in an instant, handed it to the mouth of the old Liu Tou, and said: "Uncle Liu, you drink some of my blood, it can detoxify a hundred poisons." ”
Lao Liu nodded and didn't talk nonsense with him, he directly put his mouth on Wu Feng's hand and sucked a few mouthfuls of Wu Feng's blood.
This old man and one rarely said and answered, and directly regarded those nervous old Taoists as air, and at this time, Wu Feng drank blood to Lao Liutou, and was seen by those old Taoists, and couldn't help but be frightened again, it is estimated that they are all wondering in their hearts, who is this cult?
Sucking the essence of others, and drinking blood, as the White Lotus Sect, the first cult of the Qing Dynasty, he can't do such a thing, and the old and young in front of him are even more terrifying than the people of their cult, and they can't help but feel even more frightened in their hearts, and a few old Taoist legs can't help but tremble.