The old man held a peachwood sword in his hand, trembled and held the peachwood sword on the ground, then put his hand into his arms, took out a small porcelain bottle, bit the cap with his mouth, and poured all the medicine in it into his mouth.

Looking at the old Tao in front of him, Wu Feng thought for a while, and then remembered that the old Tao in front of him was one of the several old ways brought out by the fat monk, which was only seen from his dress and the peach wood sword in his hand, which made Wu Feng wonder, why did this old Tao get so old all of a sudden? When I saw him just now, he was forty or fifty years old at most, and he looked eighty or ninety years old at this time, and this old dragon clock looked older than the grandfather's appearance.

However, Wu Feng quickly remembered that he had used the Yin and Yang Eight Infinite Purifying Pulp Sutra, and when he first started practicing, it was mentioned on the rag scroll, saying that this Yin and Yang Eight Infinite Purifying Pulp Sutra can absorb the essence of all the things around him, grass, trees, gravel, birds and beasts, and must also include people.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng couldn't help but gasp, this Yin and Yang Eight Infinite Cleansing Sutra is really a bit evil, it really looks like an evil art, it can turn people into this, it's really terrifying, the key is that in the early stage of his formal cultivation of this exercise, he doesn't know how to put it away, every time he uses it, he can't help himself, and he has to rely on external force to stop, if there is no external force to stop himself one day, what kind of scene should it be, all kinds of energy that are constantly surging are all gathered in his dantian, Will it explode and die?

These thoughts just flashed in Wu Feng's mind, and he quickly came back to his senses, and he secretly decided that in the future, he would never be able to use this Yin and Yang Eight Combination Immeasurable Cleansing Sutra again, and if he wanted to use it, he would have to wait until he had fully mastered this exercise.

Thinking like this, Wu Feng took a step forward and walked towards the old old road, who heard Wu Feng's footsteps and slowly raised his head, his face was wrinkled at the moment, like a dried orange peel, and even his eyes did not have much brilliance.

As soon as he saw Wu Feng, a look of horror flashed in the eyes of the old man, he took two steps back, his body did not stand firmly, he fell to the ground at once, and said in a hoarse and begging voice: "You...... You...... Don't you come here...... Don't you come here...... This is how the poor road has become...... Won't you let me go? ”

Wu Feng paused, his brows furrowed slightly, now, these old ways and himself are enemies of each other, but Wu Feng really can't kill such an old man, he is too old, and it is estimated that he has no power to fight back.

After a while, in the midst of the smoke, there was a sudden sound of noisy footsteps, Wu Feng looked up, and saw those old Taoists running towards Wu Feng with peachwood swords in their hands, and stopped seven or eight steps away from Wu Feng, and looked at Wu Feng's eyes one by one, and saw ghosts, indescribable fear.

As soon as the old man saw that there was a savior, he said in a hoarse voice: "Brothers...... Come and save me......"