Wu Feng was slammed into the arm by the black ghost qi sacrificed by Weng Chai , this black ghost momentum was strong and heavy, ordinary people were hit by this blow, they must have broken bones and tendons, and died on the spot, even if they were not hit by that black gas, the black gas was also condensed by the yin ghost qi of this mass grave gang, once it was immersed in the body, the three souls and seven spirits would also die, but fortunately, Wu Feng held the Maoshan magic ruler that the ancestor of Maoshan gave him in his hand, and absorbed the rich yin demon qi, but his body still flew straight upside down, Gliding two or three feet away in a row, and finally hit a tombstone, only to stop the figure, the heavy tombstone was tilted by Wu Feng's back, and there were several more spider web-like cracks, Wu Feng was dizzy by this hit, his chest was suffocated, and he was almost about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood, this Weng Chai's strength was too strong, it was beyond Wu Feng's imagination, I originally thought that even if this Weng Chai was powerful, it was only about the same as his own strength, plus himself and his senior brother and the master, will definitely be able to take him down steadily, and now in this competition, I know that this evil head lowering master and himself are not of the same level at all, not to mention the three of them master and apprentice, even if there are two or three masters like themselves, they are not the opponent of this Weng Chai.

These thoughts were only in a thought, after Wu Feng landed, he didn't care about the painful back, hurriedly turned over and got up, and glanced in the direction of Lao Liu Tou and Guo Dacheng with worry, and now I don't know what happened to them, when he played the void spell, he seemed to see Guo Dacheng's figure, and then, Na Weng Chai waved out a black gas and hit the two of them, as if hitting a grave, the tombstone and dirt on the grave were flying all over the sky, and there was no figure in sight, It is expected that they should not have to worry about their lives.

Without waiting for Wu Feng to react, that Weng Chai carried a thick black gas like a black whirlwind running towards him, Wu Feng gasped, holding the corpse ruler that had turned into a white color in his hand, the small red dot under the ruler shone brightly, red like blood, and the purple brilliance in the ruler flowed with it, like lightning that had shrunk countless times.

Wu Feng glanced in the direction of Na Weng Chai, knowing that there was only one way to die, and he could only hope for the sealed corpse in the coffin above the tomb, and he didn't know what was in the coffin, but judging from the runes that banned it, it should be an extremely difficult thing to deal with, and he was still struggling with whether to release that thing just now, if he didn't let it go, he and his master and brother would definitely die. It is also necessary to let this head descender accompany the burial.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath again, turned around and ran in the direction of the grave pit, like a wild horse, at this time, Weng Chai was already very close to Wu Feng, that is, four or five zhang away, that Weng Chai was furious, and shouted and scolded behind Wu Feng: "Shameless boy, the old man thinks you are very capable, it turns out that you are just a mouse-like character, quickly stop and die!" The old man promised to leave you with a whole corpse. ”