At this time, the fleshy corpse was lying flat on the ground, the huge body as a mountain trembled slightly, the eyes were dull, the cruelty had long since ceased to exist, and a big mouth was still spraying green juice out, and it was almost gone.

Seeing this corpse like this, the old man wearing a black scarf snorted coldly, a pair of deep and gloomy eyes turned his head to look at the dying Weng Chai at this time, Weng Chai at this time was miserable, the flesh on his face was almost rotten clean, an arm was blown off from the elbow by the sword talisman just now, blood gushed out, and a faint black mist was emitted on his body.

The old man with the black scarf looked at Weng Guess for a while, then squinted his eyes and looked at the big tree where Wu Feng was hiding, and as soon as he raised his hand, he shook out a talisman from his cuff as if he was doing a trick, and threw it towards the big tree where Wu Feng was.

This sword talisman turned into a yellow light, and with a "whoosh" sound, it hit the big tree where Wu Feng was, and Wu Feng was frightened, and he heard a loud explosion overhead, and a branch as thick as an adult's arm smashed to the ground with green smoke.

"Where's the nameless rats? What are you still hiding there for, believe it or not, this will kill you!? The black-faced scarf looked in the direction of Wu Feng and said in a dark voice.

Seeing that the black scarf had already known his own storage, Wu Feng didn't dare to hide his figure, and hurriedly climbed down from the tree with a dirty face.

Wu Feng stuffed the Maoshan Emperor Bell and the corpse ruler into his chest, and then limped towards the Taoist priest with a black scarf, and when he got closer, Wu Feng arched his hand and said: "Wu Feng, a disciple of the Qingfeng Dao in Xiamaoshan, has seen his predecessors, thank you seniors for saving him just now......"

"Maoshan disciple?"

Without waiting for Wu Feng to finish speaking, the old man with a black scarf interrupted Wu Feng's words, looked at him carefully, and said with some suspicion: "You just said that your kid is a disciple of Maoshan...... Is this true? ”

"Below is Wu Feng, the sixty-eighth generation descendant of Maoshan Qingfeng Dao, a little disciple of the Changmen, this can't be wrong, just now...... Thanks to the rescue of the seniors just now, otherwise I would have died at this time. Wu Feng said very respectfully.

Although Wu Feng was so polite, the old man with the black scarf was very unappreciative, and let out a cold snort from his nostrils, teasing: "Don't be too self-righteous about you, you kid didn't make a move to save you just now, but to save this corpse......

Speaking of this, the old man with the black scarf looked at Wu Feng again, and then said, "Since you just said that you are a disciple of Maoshan Mountain, then this corpse must have been released?" ”

"It's being put down." Wu Feng replied noncommittally.

"Good...... Very good! The old man with the black scarf said in a strange voice, and suddenly said in a questioning tone, "You kid is so bold, do you know the origin of this corpse?" What will happen if I release it? ”

Wu Feng's face flushed, and he knew that he was wrong, and replied angrily: "I know...... This evil thing is a flesh corpse in the eighteen kinds of corpse transformation, among all the corpse transformation, it is not a too vicious corpse, but I don't know how many years it has been buried in this mass grave, and it has absorbed too many earth demons, so it will become very ferocious, infinitely powerful, and it will kill people when they see it, and it is difficult to deal with ......"