"Who the hell are you!"

Yan Jun's expression was solemn, standing on the branches of the withered vine tree, looking down at the thousands of corpse demons under his feet, his shocked gaze mixed with a little fear.

In the rivers and lakes, although he is respected as Yan Jun, he is still a mortal. In this mass grave of Devil May Cry, facing thousands of corpses at the same time, I'm afraid no one will be calm.

The world is so big, except for the corpse chasers in Xiangxi, and the spirit master of the Beiling Demon Cave, who can manipulate the dead.

What terrifies Yan Jun the most is that these dead corpses are not just dead corpses, but corpse demons that have been assimilated by demonic qi and evil qi, powerful and terrifying, and the longer they die, the more powerful they become.

"Roar!"

Qin Feng was held up by the demonic qi, the void stepped forward, he looked up to the sky and roared, his body mutated rapidly, his handsome face was covered by strange pitch-black runes, his eyes were red and purple, and he was eerie and terrifying.

With Qin Feng's mutation, the extremely powerful corpse evil broke through the corpse coffin, climbing hideously, and in the blink of an eye, there was a sea of corpses at Yan Jun's feet.

"Charm Yan Jun, today is your time of death!"

Qin Feng's pitch-black hair instantly turned cyan, and he turned his head suddenly, his eyes were full of cold silence, his ragged robe was windless, and his expression was infinite.

"Just with these little minions and corpses, they also want to keep me as a ghostly Yan Jun, it's just wishful thinking!"

The Ghost Yan Jun suppressed the fear in his heart, his spiritual power worked, and he turned into a crazy knife that reached the sky, slashing towards Qin Feng's head.

He had instantly understood that Qin Feng was the leader of the corpse evil, and only by killing Qin Feng as quickly as possible could he suppress the corpse evil and get out safely.

"Time stands still in the laws of the Devil!"

Qin Feng stood with his hands in his hands, his long cyan hair fluttering in the wind, without any movement to resist, just standing in the void blankly, his eyes squinting at Yan Jun.

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely think that Qin Feng was scared stupid.

However, as Qin Feng spat out the Great Dao Sanskrit sound, Wei Mei was horrified to find that the air around him was consolidating, and even the extremely fast spiritual power was consolidating, his speed was slowing down, and the fierce sword nirvana instantly turned into nothing.

"Ding!"

The ghost's knife still slashed at Qin Feng's body, splashing red sparks.

However, Yan Jun didn't have the slightest joy, because the power of this sword was so weak that it didn't even cut Qin Feng's clothes.

"How is that possible!"

Staring at the unpretentious knife, Qin Feng, who was not moving at all, Yan Jun was terrified from the bottom of his heart at the moment, and wanted to retreat, but he was horrified to find that there was no spiritual power condensed in the dantian veins. I want to continue the attack, but I don't have any leverage on it.

"Hehe, you're tickling me!"

Qin Feng sneered, his eyes were full of arrogant disdain, he reached out and clamped the opponent's knife in the center of his finger, easily breaking it.

Rumble!

Qin Feng's expression suddenly froze, exuding a messy demonic aura all over his body, and he suddenly raised his leg and kicked on the lower abdomen of the Demon Yan Jun.

Yan Jun's eyes were full of incredulity, and even his thinking was a little sluggish, and he only felt that his body was flying out in a controlled way, smashing the decaying vine tree, and falling heavily into the tide of corpses.

"Whew!"

Feeling the breath of blood, the corpse demon kneeling on the ground, and the empty skeleton eyes, scarlet smoke drifted through, scrambling towards Yan Jun to bite away.

As soon as Yan Jun fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out, staring at the frantic corpse demon, lifting the broken crescent moon ghost knife in his hand, and bouncing up.

At this time, Qin Feng was like a ghost general, leading thousands of corpse evils, his perseverance was on the ancient tomb stele, and his eyes were full of cold silence.

"Yama destroys the world!"

Casually slashing a corpse demon in half, a majestic ghost rose above Yan Jun's head, roaring with teeth and claws.

That ghost is the special skill of the ghost Yan Jun, which can increase the attack power of thirty percent, which is really terrifying, and wherever the ghost goes, the corpse evil has nothing to hide, and it is shattered one after another.

"You are not the Blood Rose, you are the master of the Beiling Demon Cave, the Spirit Lord Qin Feng!"

While running the sword technique and killing the Quartet, Qin Feng, who was shocked by the ancient tomb, looked cold and silent, and controlled the corpse evil.

The Beiling Demon Cave, the prestige of the spirit lord, has long been spread throughout Beiling. What everyone was afraid of was not Qin Feng's own strength, but his ability to dominate the ten thousand ghosts and corpses.

Now, the Spirit Lord Qin Feng appeared in Liaoyuan City, which was definitely not simple.

Wherever the Spirit Lord goes, all human monks should avoid it. Otherwise, there will be rivers of blood, and the heavens and the earth will be full of grievances, turning into ghosts and ghosts.

There is no one in the world who can assimilate and control the corpse evil so easily, except for the Beiling Demon Cave.

Even the corpse chasers in Xiangxi must go through special means to be able to control the corpse evil, not to dominate it.

"At this time, I understand, don't you think it's too late, your death will be exchanged for many people, a chance to live!"

Qin Feng's expression moved slightly, and his figure disappeared suddenly, as if it had been emptied into a bubble, and disappeared without a trace.

The moment Qin Feng disappeared, Yan Jun's expression changed greatly, and the nerves in his whole body were tensed together, he understood that Qin Feng was going to fight back, and next, it would be the other party's thunderous attack.

"Demonic Law, Soul Ferry!"

Qin Feng's figure was both illusory and real, appearing on Yan Jun's left side, slowly stretching out his blue palm.

"Hmph, I've been guarding against you for a long time!"

Yan Jun casually tore the corpse evil in front of him into pieces, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly reversed his palm, turning into a sharp eagle claw and sweeping towards Qin Feng's throat.

However, Qin Feng's figure, before it touched his claws, suddenly turned to pieces, and appeared behind him again in the blink of an eye.

"What a speed!"

Behind his neck, there was a faint stinging pain, so that Yan Jun did not hesitate at all, the ghost knife in his palm rotated, turned into invisible, and turned around and slashed down.

Poof!

The knife was as fast as lightning, cutting through Qin Feng's chest and abdomen, but the strange thing was that there was no blood spillage, this was still Qin Feng's phantom.

Qin Feng's speed was as fast as a ghost, and he rotated wildly around Yan Jun, and one phantom after another was torn to pieces by Yan Jun. But none of them are Qin Feng's body, but Qin Feng's shadow is getting more and more.

If the Enlightened Dao Monk, or his apprentice Mengzhu was here, he would definitely be taken aback when he saw Qin Feng's steps.

Because, this inch step that resembles a void and a lost trace step is the ghost step created by Enlightenment, which Qin Feng calls a ghost step, which can dodge all attacks in an inch of step, both illusory and real, making people elusive.

"Roar!"

A thousand-year-old corpse crawled out of the coffin, the muscles on its body had long been corroded, and the mouth kept pouring out the pitch-black corpse water, and the white fangs grew wildly.

Touching the yang energy, as well as the pure demonic aura on Qin Feng's body, even the corpse evil that had been decaying for thousands of years caused a corpse transformation, obeying Qin Feng's orders and killing Yan Jun.

Click!

In the mass grave, countless white bone hands stretched out from the ground and grabbed Yan Jun's heels, and the thousand-year-old corpse demon immediately fell on Yan Jun's body without fear of death, and imprisoned him in place.

Yan Jun was furious, waving the knife in his hand, wanting to kill the thousand-year-old corpse evil and untie his body. But he never expected that countless corpse demons were surging wildly, blocking in front of his killing moves, and instead of the thousand-year-old corpse evil, they were instantly torn to pieces.

In the world, it is not ghosts who are least afraid of death, but dead people.

The dead people who didn't have any life in the first place would not be afraid at all, their will was controlled by Qin Feng, Qin Feng asked him to die in place of this person, and he would not hesitate to execute it, just like now.

"It's over!"

At this moment, Qin Feng inserted the sword in his hand into Yan Jun's body without hesitation, giving him a chill. (To be continued.) )