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Looking at the scene in front of him, a look of surprise flashed in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, his face was dazed, and he muttered to himself: "Strange, where is this? What about the Golden Tiger Demon King? Could it be that I was rescued?"

Zhao Jingfeng just lay on the ground, just slightly turned his head to look around, and his heart quickly calmed down, but in his mind, he thought of the scene of the group of people from the Lihuo Scattered Sect dragging the Golden Tiger Demon King at the cost of their own lives in order to cover their escape.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jingfeng felt a pang of grief in his heart, although he and the disciples of the Lihuo Scattered Sect had only gotten along for less than a month, but during this period, Zhao Jingfeng and the disciples of the Lihuo Scattered Sect got along happily, and had established a friendship in his heart, although it was not deep, but at this last moment, the disciples of the Lihuo Scattered Sect were actually willing to give up their lives to drag the Golden Tiger Demon King and create time for themselves to escape, although there was also a big reason because everyone in the Lihuo Scattered Sect knew in their hearts that they could not escape at all in the face of a fifth-order desolate demon, but this still brought a very big impact to Zhao Jingfeng's heart。

"Scattered from the fire, Yao Xin, Tian An, Sun Cheng, Liu Xiaoguang, Wang Xiaoli, Xiao Radish Head, Yu Xuan, don't worry! In the future, when I have enough strength, I will definitely avenge you, and I will personally kill the Golden Tiger Demon King." Lying on the ground, Zhao said in a hateful voice, his tone was filled with a strong killing intent.

After a while, Zhao Jingfeng took a deep breath, slowly calmed himself down, and looked around again, Zhao Jingfeng was also very puzzled about how he escaped from the mouth of the Golden Tiger Demon King, and the environment here was also very different from before he fell unconscious.

"What is this place, who saved me. Looking around a little blankly, Zhao Fengfeng's mind was full of doubts.

"Forget it, now is not the time to think about this, the top priority is to treat your own injuries. With such thoughts, Zhao Jingfeng put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and began to use his body to control the immortal dew aura between heaven and earth to heal himself.

The strange aura between heaven and earth quickly gathered towards Zhao Jingfeng, and when it converged to a certain degree, it gradually presented a milky white light, enveloping Zhao Jingfeng's whole person.

As the Immortal Dew Spiritual Qi continued to integrate into Zhao Jingfeng's body, the injuries in Zhao Jingfeng's body were also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two hours later, Zhao Jingfeng's spiritual sense consumption was too serious and he had to stop, and after these two hours of treatment, although the injuries in Zhao Jingfeng's body had not healed, it no longer affected the most basic mobility.

Slowly dissipating the aura of fairy dew, Zhao Jingfeng slowly got up from the ground, took off the torn clothes on his body, and then took out a new one from the storage belt and put it on, and at this time, Zhao Jingfeng suddenly realized that there was a thick layer of plant powder on the ground.

Slowly bending down, Zhao Jingfeng gently grabbed a handful of powder on the ground with his hand, it was cold to the hand, and it was still a little moist, and there was a special smell that belonged to plants.

With his right hand gently kneading the dust in his hand, Zhao Jingfeng's eyes gradually showed a look of surprise, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "This is actually plant powder." As soon as the words fell, Zhao Jingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked around, only to see that a thick layer of plant powder was piled up on the ground within a radius of 100 meters, and beyond the range of 100 meters, there were trees and weeds everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jingfeng trembled slightly, and a thought that he couldn't believe suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be that all the plants within a 100-meter radius have turned into this pile of dust?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Fengfeng's expression couldn't help but show a trace of horror, although he didn't know what happened before he fell unconscious, but he knew very well in his heart how difficult it was to turn all the plants within a radius of 100 meters into powder without harming the road and the surrounding environment here, just controlling this extremely powerful force was not an easy thing.

"What the hell is going on here. Zhao Jingfeng was full of doubts, and at the same time, he was also very curious. Subsequently, Zhao Jingfeng did not stay here for long, using the sun in the sky as a compass, and after identifying the direction, he thought about walking outside, as for this strange area and what happened to him in a coma last night, Zhao Jingfeng didn't want to think about it in vain, in short, as long as he could survive, he was lucky.

Since the injuries in Zhao Jingfeng's body had not yet healed, he was cautious along the way, not wanting to provoke some desolate demons and add some unnecessary trouble, so the speed of progress was not very fast.

Zhao Jingfeng drove for two days in a row, and finally came out of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range and came to a forest on the periphery, and the injuries on Zhao Jingfeng's body also healed in these two days.

Zhao Jingfeng walked carelessly in the dense deep forest, but his heart was heavy, when he came, there were ten of them in his group, and when he returned, he was the only one left, and the people from the Huoshan faction, except for him, everyone stayed in the Desolate Demon Mountain Range forever, and there were no bones.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in loose cultivation clothes walked towards Zhao Jingfeng, looking at the direction of progress, it was naturally entering the Desolate Demon Mountain Range, there were a total of seven people in that group, except for a young man who walked in the middle with an arrogant face who was about twenty years old, the other six were middle-aged men around forty years old, and the whole formation could be seen at a glance that the young man was being protected by six middle-aged men and moving forward in the middle.

The seven people dressed as loose cultivators obviously also noticed Zhao Jingfeng, but they didn't take it to heart.

Just as the seven scattered cultivators were about to pass by by Zhao Jingfeng, suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded: "Boy, you stop for me." The person who spoke was the young man who didn't look much older than Zhao Jingfeng.

Zhao Jingfeng didn't hear the voice behind him at all, and still lowered his head and walked his own way with a heavy heart.

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng actually ignored him, the young man's face couldn't help but change slightly, his eyes stared at Zhao Jingfeng's back a little coldly, and then shouted again: "The kid in the linen clothes in front, are you deaf, haven't you heard the words of Young Master Ben?" The young man's tone was very arrogant, and his face was full of arrogance.

Zhao Jingfeng's body paused slightly, looked up at the young man, and asked in a flat tone, "Are you calling me?"

"Nonsense, didn't Young Master Ben call you or who is it! Is there anyone else here besides you?" The young man's tone was arrogant, and he didn't notice his sick words, and he and the six middle-aged men around him were not people?

Hearing the young man's sick words, the muscles on the faces of the six middle-aged men beside the young man twitched slightly, and they wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh.

Zhao Jingfeng frowned, and said in a low tone: "Say something quickly." "I just experienced the tragic accident of the Separation Sect, and Zhao Jingfeng was in a very bad mood at this moment, and even the tone of his speech had changed a lot.

A trace of anger flashed on the young man's face, and Zhao Jingfeng talked to him so unceremoniously, which made him feel very angry.

"Boy, Young Master Ben asked you if you came out of the Desolate Demon Mountain Range. The young man's voice had raised a few points, and his gaze at Zhao Jingfeng had become extremely unfriendly.

Hearing this, the cold glint in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "What's the matter." ”

The young man showed a wicked smile on his face and said, "That's right, Young Master Ben is also going to the Desolate Demon Mountain Range to train, so you can lead the way for Young Master Ben! If you satisfy Young Master Ben, your benefits are indispensable." ”

Hearing the young man's words, Zhao Jingfeng's already bad mood became even worse, and an irritable mood rose in his heart, and in an instant, Zhao Jingfeng's original scattered and godless eyes became fierce, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, staring at the young man fiercely, and said in a low voice: "Get out, what qualifications do you have for me to lead the way." Zhao Jingfeng's tone was full of murderous aura.

As soon as Zhao Jingfeng's words fell, the faces of the six middle-aged men around the young man changed slightly, and their fierce eyes suddenly stared at him.

Looked at by Zhao Jingfeng's sharp sword-like gaze, the young man's heart couldn't help but tremble, a timidity quietly appeared in his heart, and his steps took a step back slightly. But then, the young man realized his gaffe, and a wave of anger rose from his heart, and soon extinguished the timidity in his heart, thinking that his noble status was actually frightened by a loose cultivator who was only about the same age as himself, which was definitely an indelible shame for him.

The young man stared at Zhao Jingfeng with anger on his face, suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand to point at Zhao Jingfeng, and shouted: "Stinky boy, what do you say to Young Master Ben, there is a kind of you are telling Young Master Ben to try it again." ”

Zhao Fengfeng's fierce gaze swept over the six middle-aged men around the young man, and his strength was clear at a glance, with his powerful spiritual sense, he only needed to feel the exact strength according to the breath emitted by the six people, one high-level martial spirit, two low-level martial spirits, and three high-level martial artists. This kind of strength is much stronger than that of the Lihuo Scattered Faction.

"Get out!" Zhao Jingfeng said coldly again unceremoniously, although he had already deduced from the lineup of young people and the tone of his voice that he must be a disciple of a certain great family, but at this moment, Zhao Jingfeng was already alone, without any concern, and was not afraid of any force at all, at most, it was just a little more trouble.

Although it is not very comfortable to be in trouble, it is impossible for Zhao Jingfeng to apologize to a disciple in a low voice because of this.

The young man's face became very gloomy, his eyes stared at Zhao Jingfeng coldly, and he ordered the six people beside him: "Arrest him for me." ”

"Yes, young master. Immediately, a person spoke, and immediately walked out of the team, and an arrow stepped forward to Zhao Jingfeng's side, and grabbed Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder with his bare hands. This middle-aged man has the strength of a high-level martial artist, which is the result of his cultivation after more than 30 years, in his opinion, Zhao Jingfeng's strength at such a young age, his strength will definitely not be too strong, and the strength of a high-level martial artist is a first-class genius, with the strength of his senior martial artist, it is not as simple as it is easy to capture it.

The cold glint in Zhao Jingfeng's eyes flashed, he turned to the side slightly, effortlessly avoided the palm grabbed by the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "You are not qualified enough to do it with me." Zhao's tone was full of disdain. If it were usual, Zhao Jingfeng would definitely not say such a thing, but the encounter of the Lihuo Scattered Sect had a great impact on his state of mind, and he no longer had the usual elegance, and the arrogant attitude of the young man made Zhao Jingfeng's already bad mood become a little irritable, and deep down he had the urge to kill.

Listening to Zhao Jingfeng's humiliating words, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became ugly, thinking about the strength of his senior martial artist, in the face of a hairy boy who was only in his early twenties, not only could he not eat it, but he was also mercilessly humiliated by the other party, which made him lose face, especially when there were several companions behind him, and there was also a gentleman who could affect his future prospects。

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man decided not to keep his hand, only to see a long sword appear in his hand, and as the spiritual power in his body continued to be injected into the long sword, the entire long sword exuded a layer of dreamy brilliance.

"Arrogant boy, let you see now if I'm qualified to do anything with you!" the middle-aged man shouted, and then brandished his long sword and slashed at Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder.

Zhao Jingfeng snorted coldly, and Yan Xi's sword appeared in his right hand in an instant, and then turned into a silver-white light, stabbing out like lightning.

"Poof!"

Just when the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand had just been struck, Zhao Jingfeng's Yan Xi sword had already come first and stabbed into his throat.

The middle-aged man's whole body stiffened suddenly, staring at Zhao Jingfeng and the small long sword piercing his throat with a wide pair of eyes, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Then, the middle-aged man's eyes gradually lost their luster and quickly became hollow, and finally his whole body fell to the ground softly, drowning in death.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was killed by Zhao Jingfeng with one blow, the other five guards waiting beside the young man were stunned, and then their faces changed suddenly, and they all sacrificed their natal soul treasures, staring at Zhao Jingfeng vigilantly as if they were facing a great enemy.