The moment Wu Feng fell to the ground, not only Lao Liu Tou was dumbfounded, but the two masters of Hui Cong and Hui Kong were also surprised, and both of them had wide eyes, both of them with expressions of disbelief.

Has such a genius fallen like this? In such a youthful time.

At this moment, the whole world stood still, and the hearts of the two great monks, Hui Cong and Hui Kong, seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and kept sinking, sinking......

Wu Feng is the hope of everyone here, and when the hope is shattered, everyone's inner world will completely collapse.

In an instant, Monk Huikong turned around first, he picked up the Zen staff on the ground, and chased after Lao Liu, because he saw that those fierce spirits actually turned over and stood up again, gathering in the direction where Wu Feng fell.

Wu Feng ...... Wu Feng...... You can't die, your ** and senior brother are waiting for you to go back to Kaihua City, if you die, how can the old man have the face to see them...... Stinky Boy...... You're going to hold on...... You can't die......"

Lao Liu's head shook three times, his whole body trembled, and he ran in the direction of Wu Feng tremblingly, his tears couldn't be contained, rolling down his wrinkled face, he kept muttering, as if to say this, Wu Feng would not die.

"Old donor, you can't go, hurry up and go back with the poor monk, it's too dangerous there!"

A hand suddenly grabbed Lao Liu's hand holding the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, pulled Lao Liu's head to a stumble, and when he looked back, it was the Huikong master.

"Master Huikong, you let go of the old man, didn't you see that Wu Feng had fallen? Even if he is dead, he can't allow these fierce souls to abuse his corpse, and the old man must snatch him back......" Old Liu Tou said in a sad voice.

Master Huikong raised his head and glanced at those fierce spirits, only to see that those fierce spirits were heading in the direction where Wu Feng fell, and the masked old man had already rushed towards him with a whisk in his hand.

"Hey...... Want to run? How can it be so easy, first eat the poor road and a sword talisman! In the masked old man's voice, he had pinched out a sword talisman again, and saw that Huikong Monk and Lao Liu's head were thrown over, and Huikong Monk had already been on guard against it, while the masked old Taoist threw out the sword talisman, Huikong Monk directly threw the Zen staff in his hand towards the sword talisman, and there was a loud noise, Huikong Monk's steel Zen staff was blown out, and it collapsed seven or eight feet high, before it fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that the Huikong monk was about to rush into the mental barrier blessed by the little monk of Zen with the old Liu Tou on his back, at this time, there was a sudden "squeak" shout in the air, followed by a gust of wind, the person who blew could not stand at all, the Huikong monk was taken aback, hurriedly looked up, and couldn't help but be scared out of a cold sweat, but saw that above his head, there was a behemoth hovering at the moment, a large black area, covering the sky above his head tightly, The head of this behemoth has a pair of red eyes as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the flickering is particularly frightening.