"Bang dang."

As the hanging basket was fixed, the guardrail on the top of the mountain opened, and the red-clothed Tiannin jumped onto the platform on the top of the mountain in turn, at this moment, Wu Feng unusually stayed in the large hanging basket, clenched his fists, and tried his best to restrain himself, he had already made psychological preparations, and after looking at the gate of the Eight Gods, he seemed to be a little insufficient, and the resentment that had been accumulated for nearly twenty years seemed to be about to explode at this moment.

Resentment, anger, pain, like a demonic grasp, will tear reason apart.

Since the day I became sensible, I have wondered countless times, why is it different from other children? Without parents, without relatives, without the warmth and happiness of the family, it is like the most expensive luxury, he Wu Feng is like a superfluous, even if he dies, no one is sad, lonely, afraid, inferior, and all this is thanks to the flow of these eight gods!

At this moment, his eyes were already blood-red, and he couldn't wait to take action immediately, so that these eight gods and the like would be wiped out, and let these hateful miscellaneous things pay the price they deserved.

Under the face towel, his lips were cracked, and he smiled fiercely and madly, he couldn't suppress this resentment, this hatred, this anger, and the stable state of mind was about to be shattered, and at this moment, the eyebrows and hearts were suddenly cold, and he suddenly woke up from his anger and resentment, no, these eight gods and the like are just sad and hateful tools like the Heavenly Punishment Company.

Take a deep breath, get rid of all distractions, and keep your mind watery without any waves.

With the Kanda Yun jumping on the top of the mountain platform together, the mood went further, in an instant, after the test of a thought into a demon, if he lost his mind just now, he would sink into resentment forever, but Wu Feng didn't care about these things at all now, and followed Kanda Yun through this elegant manor, during which even if he met a patrol master, no one came to interrogate and inspect with this Kanda Yun leading the way.

According to the three-dimensional holographic map, he is now walking towards the backyard, which is the residence of the masters of the Eight Gods, not to mention the Heavenly Ninja, even the Xuan Ninja does not dare to disturb.

With this Kanda Cloud, it saves a lot of trouble, and there is no need to care about the dark whistle, and the swagger is close to the backyard.

Approaching, vaguely aware of the breath of the six realms, these breaths are very weak, like flames that will disappear at any time, masters, unlike ancient martial artists, unless the ancient martial artists comprehend a strong state of mind and study special mental methods, the stronger the strength, the stronger the breath, the stronger the breath, and these are good at assassination, the stronger the strength of the breath, the weaker the breath, take that Oda Takeshi Sakura as an example, even if he performs a mysterious trick now, he Wu Feng can't detect any breath.

Passing through the courtyard wall, as Kanda Yun stepped into an elegant house, he saw a rickety old man watering potted plants next to the windowsill.

As soon as Kanda Yun saw this old man, he immediately knelt on one knee and muttered something.

Wu Feng didn't understand what he was saying, the old man turned around slowly, full of wrinkles and age spots, however, what Wu Feng paid attention to was a cyan triangular scar on his right face, and suddenly, his eyes turned directly blood-red, and there was an assassin in his awakened innate memory who had such a scar, this person had participated in the SSS-level mission twenty-one years ago.

Without waiting for the old man to react, his footsteps were a little on the ground, and suddenly appeared in front of him, and the secret method of killing the heart was directly opened, and suddenly, the old man's eyes revealed incomparable fear, he saw the most terrible nightmare, the rainy night, the raging flames engulfed everything, and more than 20 of his companions besieged an ancient warrior like a wolf pack, but this ancient warrior was as powerful as the god of war, invincible, and his companions lay down in the muddy water one by one......

The old man took a few steps back in horror, wanting to hide, trying to escape, but the ancient warrior found him, and his aura completely locked on him, launching that invincible attack.

These were not hallucinations, but terrible memories buried in the old man's heart, nightmares that he could not get rid of for decades.

Fear, confusion, Wu Feng didn't know what he was experiencing, he was going all out to run the Exclusive Heart Technique, and the secret method of destroying the heart was already ready to do it, but unexpectedly, it would take less than a minute to let the spirit of this master collapse directly, so easy for Wu Feng to be unexpected.

Afraid, what is he afraid of? In this regard, Wu Feng didn't care or care, his eyes turned blood-red and used fear to make his eyes appear painful and struggling.

"Wake up!"

With Wu Feng's soft drink, his expression was no longer sluggish, but he knelt on the ground trembling with great fear, looking pathetic and hateful.

Now Wu Feng really wanted to slap him to death with one palm to relieve the hatred in his heart, but he didn't make a move, he was only taking a deep breath to restrain the monstrous killing intent, although he could make these eight gods pay the price today, but in a few years, it would be resurrected, this was not the result he wanted, what he wanted was that these eight gods and the like would completely disappear in this last world.

"Bring the master who trusts you the most."

With Wu Feng's cold voice, the master no longer trembled and feared, and got up and slowly walked out of the room.

Now what Wu Feng has to do is very simple, control the minds of the masters of the Eight Gods and make them a deadly chess piece, and at the same time, on a deserted island, there are a large number of gold, iron, copper and other materials and a large number of delicate parts.

Next to these piles of materials like a hill, there are dozens of figures, but they are all metal puppets with only shelves, yes, Oda Takezakura with a Shura mask stands next to a boulder, waving his hands, and assembling various delicate parts into metal puppets with thin threads, Wu Feng is running around, she is not idle, not only collecting enough materials in just a few days, but also going to the ancient martial arts house several times to investigate.

"Click."

After assembling the final parts, with a wave of his hand, the puppet stood up, and disappeared directly in place with a "whoosh" sound, appearing, standing in the middle of a group of metal golems.

Of course, she can use the control puppets to create new puppets, but she doesn't want to do this, she wants each puppet to have the strongest combat power, and be able to perform the magic trick of destroying the demons as quickly as possible, because this is their only chance, and she can't allow the slightest slippage.

"Woo ......"

Just as he was about to assemble the next puppet, a loud eagle cry was heard in the sky, and when he looked up, he saw a mutant eagle with red eyes swooping down rapidly.

Attack? No, as soon as Oda Takezakura raised his hand, there was an extra delicate bamboo tube in his hand, no matter how obediently the mutant eagle stood on the boulder, he opened the bamboo tube with anticipation, and saw a bamboo stick engraved with dense small characters.

"Xuantian peak martial artist, a hundred miles away, interesting." Oda Takezakura chuckled, put away the bamboo skewers and disappeared into thin air with dozens of puppets......