The woman in white seemed to notice Feng Ren's gaze, raised the stardust tears in her hand, stretched out her fingers and slowly brushed over the blade without a blade, and a little silver light surged. However, looking at her appearance, she seemed unable to speak, and the outline of the whole person became more blurred.

Suddenly, the cold light on the stardust tear blade split into several staggered slashes, and the target turned out to be the wind tenacity in front and below, and the bright brilliance instantly filled his eyes, and he couldn't see the rest clearly, but vaguely felt as if his body was shuttling in some kind of tunnel.

Finally, the silver light in front of him dissipated, and Feng Ren felt that there was still a trace of pain left on his body, and there was still a feeling of numbness. When he completely regained his senses, the first thing he saw was still the woman in white, but the place where the two of them were no longer in the jungle, but in a dungeon filled with a strange aura.

All around, there were blue-purple vines, and it was not difficult to see through the cracks that a large number of bones had been buried here, and some of them were still partially flesh and blood, and the tentacle-like rattans had been wriggling on the carrion as if enjoying a good meal. In addition, a few people are still alive, but all of them are wrapped around their limbs by a large number of vines, and the number of scarlet flowers stretches out in front of their faces, spewing some kind of phantom gas.

As a result, the men were in a deep coma, with different expressions on their faces, some joyful, some angry, as if they were completely lost in their dreams.

Snort!

The sword light jumped, and the sharp energy cut off all the vines that bound the limbs of the wind toughness, and he lost his restraint because he was too weak, and fell to the ground, his arms were still in severe pain and weak, obviously unable to move freely.

But it is precisely because of this that Wind Toughness can affirm one thing - all this is real now, and all the previous ones are illusions...... Except for the mysterious woman in white who still existed in front of her, there were a few ripples on the edges of the hazy figure, some of which were translucent, very similar to the soul body form of Brother Wudao.

Thinking of Brother Wudao, Feng Ren hurriedly called out in his heart, but after a while, there was still no response. He struggled to move his hand to his chest, only to find that the jade pendant, which had almost never left his body, was missing.

"Hell, it must have been taken by those bastards. I just hope that Brother Wudao must not let them find out ......" Feng Ren gasped and muttered to himself, his physical condition was very bad, his arms were severely injured, his body strength was seriously depleted, and the meridians around his body were also damaged to varying degrees, with his current overall strength, a person below the realm level could easily kill him.

The woman in white had obviously noticed that Feng Ren was in a bad condition, but she seemed to be indifferent, and stood quietly with her sword in her hand, and had not moved since she rescued him.

With a hard kick of his legs, Feng Ren tossed into the air without the help of his arms, and when he fell, he sat on the vine that restrained him before, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of many scarlet petals sprinkled on the ground next to him, presumably from the hand of the woman in white, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to leave the dream.

"You really can afford to look down on me......" Feng Ren laughed to himself, there were a total of five flower buds scattered on the ground, which meant that there were five small Phantom Mist Flowers that were used to control him. As far as the eye can see, there are basically three people who are still bound here, and a few are four.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, if the number of flowers was basically linked to strength, there were only three of them that were used to restrain Qin Zi, then the strength of the people who were still alive here must not be low. As for those who have died, I am afraid that most of them are so weak that they were absorbed prematurely by the Phantom Mist Flower as nourishment.

In other words, if all the people here are released, together they should be a combat force that should not be underestimated. As for who they are, it is not a question that should be considered now, in any case, now that they have a common goal, they can only share the same hatred.

"I don't know who you really are, but ......" Feng Ren said as kindly as he could as he could as the woman in white looked, but he stopped immediately before he finished speaking, a little surprised by her next move, but it quickly turned into shock.

I saw that the woman in white was facing Feng Ren and suddenly knelt down on one knee, lowered her head and handed Xingchen tears to him with both hands, looking a little pious and respectful. At the same time, the woman's vague figure became even more hazy, as if it was about to dissipate at any moment, and a gust of wind could blow her out.

Feng Ren's eyes were wide open, flashing with disbelief, and his voice was trembling and shocking: "You...... You can't be, the Sword Spirit of Stardust Tears, right?"

The woman in white nodded slightly, and the stardust tears in her hand were slightly raised by half an inch, as if she was a little anxious, her body became more and more transparent, and the long sword trembled slightly unsteadily.

A helpless wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Feng Ren stretched out his right arm and probed into Stardust Tears, with the current injuries of his arms, it was difficult to grasp the hilt of the sword, let alone use the reverse way to rob the sword or dance the galaxy to fight against people.

Here, most of them are the secret stronghold of the Annihilation Pavilion, and some clues can already be seen in this tens of thousands of square meters of underground palace alone, not to mention that there is more than one Phantom Mist Flower breeding here, and he has already seen three buds that are about to bloom.

When the finger touched the cold hilt of Stardust Tears, the figure of the woman in white had already collapsed to the last almost transparent silhouette, and the moment Feng Ren held the long sword and raised it, the whole person of the sword spirit completely turned into a stream of light that was not bright and slightly dim and hazy, and merged into the blade.

"Stardust tears, it's really hard for you to work so hard. Now I don't continue to control your power at all, unless ......" Feng Ren caught a glimpse of several people in a passage not far away, and the sword marks on one of them were very conspicuous, presumably from the hand of the sword spirit.

I'm afraid that she was also put away by the people of the Oblivion Pavilion and Stardust Tears, but she was never guarded, and she definitely never thought that such a change would occur, so she was left alone and swordsman, chasing the breath left by her master all the way to kill here.

I must not let down your hard work...... What's more, there are so many people waiting for me to save them! Now, that's the only way to do it......

Feng Ren's face showed a trace of pain mixed with determination, and the tattered robe on his body suddenly hunted, and there was no wind automatically. In his eyes, a deep and indescribable darkness emerged, gradually converging and almost filling his pupils.

However, a trace of golden light immediately rippled from the outer edge of the wind body, and the abundant strength in the meridians finally collapsed, and the extreme darkness disappeared before it could take shape.

"What the hell! The elven thing is still troublesome, and the restraint is so tight that you can't use it if you want to...... If I knew this, I shouldn't have accepted the baptism of light in the first place. Feng Ren smiled helplessly, the last hole card could not be used, and the Annihilation Pavilion could find out about the changes here at any time, and the time was not with me!

But at this moment, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and it soon turned into a joy on his face, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth once again pulled up a signature arc: "It seems that fate has not abandoned me...... yes, how did I forget this thing, it's kind of a blessing for me. ”

A gray mist emerged in Feng Ren's eyes, and the strength in the meridians was strangely depleted, and the little true qi that was left in itself almost collapsed in a self-destructive manner. The next moment, a new force was born, showing a retrograde flow in the meridians, and after flowing through the surrounding body, the energy around his body was released and rolled into a huge cyclone, and the strong pulling force exploded, and the countless bones around him trembled, and soon shattered into bursts of powder and dissipated in the wind and dust.

Indeed, any valuable power on these bones has been absorbed by the Phantom Mist Flower, but what Feng Ren needs is even more nihilistic than this, what he is absorbing is the undead resentment that hovers over these people who have died in vain and buries the undead spirit that has spread here nowhere!

At the beginning, Brother Wudao could use the Extreme Darkness to absorb the resentment in the evil array and strengthen his strength, and today he can do the same himself. The extreme darkness is just bound in the body and cannot be released externally, and this kind of pure internal urging is still not a problem.

The extremely strong sense of stimulation was submerged with the resentment of those disembodied undead, and Feng Ren only felt that he was filled with an indescribable strange feeling all over his body, not pain, but weakness, and as if he was attached to the surface of his skin by some cold sticky substance and slowly penetrated into it, the wailing in his ears was bursting, and his vision was blurred.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head like countless pins and needles, and a large number of chaotic images poured into it, as if the memories of those who had died were almost devouring his original consciousness.

No, I can't fall yet! I have never been afraid of the living cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, so how can I care about these dead?

Feng Ren had made up his mind in his heart, even if there were a few blood marks on the surface of his body, he didn't care, and he struggled to support under the impact of waves of strange resentment, assimilating those forbidden and uncontrollable forces into his meridians as much as possible. The wound heals slowly, then splits again, heals again, and splits again...... The only constant is his clenched teeth and the eternal faith in his heart.

The bones remaining in the dungeon were torn apart more and more, and soon there was not much left. However, Feng Ren's condition was still not over, too many resentments were gathered in his body at this moment, and the wails of the vain dead people continued to wash over the meridians around him. Now he is like being staring at the catastrophe of 10,000 people, and if he is not careful, he is likely to die directly.

......

Wasteland Town, after all, is no longer calm at this moment, and the figure is shaking.

However, those who were moving around were all uniformly dressed, obviously the standard robes of the Flowing Cloud Palace, and they were tirelessly searching everywhere, eager to dig three feet into the ground.

"God, what's going on here?" Liu Jun, who had regained his freedom but still had some restrictions on his movements, stood on one roof, looking at the dead and silent town with some trepidation, especially the largest mansion in the town, which had collapsed for the most part, and there was a sign of decay in many places, and countless withered vines were left there.

"It's weird, there's a lot of resentment, and there's a bad feeling in the air. I'm afraid that this time the enemy is not so easy to deal with. What's even more terrifying is that we couldn't find the slightest trace of them at all, together with Qin Zi and their group of six people, only two crippled corpses were found. ”

Above, Xuanyuan Futu, the sword-wielding elder of the Liuyun Palace, stood suspended in the air, and beside him, Shen Yuehan's face was even more worried.

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