Hearing Wu Feng's words, the old lady Li was stunned, the black gas that filled her body fluttered for a while, it seemed to fade a little, it kept shaking its head, that white hair, swaying from side to side, since she was sealed in the soul sealing jar, part of the consciousness before her death had long been wiped out, it tried hard to think, but it couldn't think of anything, it didn't believe that its own son would bury it alive, this is what it thinks is the most cruel thing in the world, just muttered in a sad and frightened mouth, "Impossible...... No way...... My son won't kill me...... You must be lying to me......"

"That fat monk used the Buddhist Tantra to kill your thoughts before your death, so you can't remember, but what you are like now, you know best, if it weren't for your own son killing you, you would have such a big resentment and turn into such a murderous ghost? It was your son Li Bad Water who killed you! That's him! He not only killed you, but also teamed up with the fat monk to seal your soul, refining you into a tool that only knows how to kill, your real enemies are them, only by killing them, can you resolve the resentment in your heart, maybe there is also the possibility of six reincarnations, if you are obsessed and continue to help the abuse, then there is only one end of soul scattering! ”

Wu Feng shouted hoarsely, every word poked at the sore spot of Mrs. Li, which made it even more confused, and for a while I didn't know who to believe, the black mist it turned into circled in mid-air, covered my head with both hands, and shouted hoarsely: "Impossible...... No way...... You're all lying to me...... Who the hell am I...... Who killed me...... Why am I like this!? ”

When Mrs. Li was at a loss, Wu Feng's eyes fell on the yellow-haired monkey, at this time, the yellow-haired monkey was fighting with the fat monk, the yellow-haired monkey was fighting more and more, and the fat monk wolf bèi was unbearable, under the yellow-haired monkey chasing and beating for a while, the fat monk's hands and feet were confused, and the trick was also incoherent, and the body shape of the Vajra Dharma he invited was also fluctuating, and the speed naturally couldn't keep up, the fat monk was tired and panting, but he kept avoiding the yellow-haired monkey, There was no power to fight back at all, and he was wearing a dirty monk's robe, which was scratched by a yellow-haired monkey's paw, and there were several bloody claw marks on his back.

The fat monk is the most powerful, after the yellow-haired monkey mutated, especially after swallowing the magic crystal bloodstone, it was even more unexpected, only one yellow-haired monkey could restrain the fat monk, so now, the only thing they have to deal with is Mrs. Li, the most terrifying ghost.

As for the group of White Lotus Sect disciples brought by the fat monk, their strength was very average, because when they were in Xisipo, most of the masters of the Northern Jiangsu rudder died in the hands of Fei Stiff, and the few people who did not die were also disheartened and left the White Lotus Sect.

Just now, Wu Feng made a move to sweep the dragon and sweep the thousand military guides, and after resting for a moment, he recovered a little, but his expression still looked a little painful, he covered his chest with one hand, and his feet were a little unstable on his feet, and the little demon girl was tightly supporting him on the side.