On the outskirts of the western part of Liaoyuan City, in the mass grave, Qin Feng was holding a mad knife, fleeing in embarrassment, dressed in rags, with bright red blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his handsome face was also covered with dust.

The murderous aura behind him was pervasive, the god of death was chasing, and escape was the only chance of instinct, Qin Feng knew that if he hesitated a little, he would die under the other party's butcher's knife.

Mass graves, gathering places for the dead, have been cloudy all year round, and there are dark crows on the dead vines and old trees.

These crows are not ordinary crows, but corpse crows, which, as the name suggests, specialize in carving the flesh of dead people and feed on flesh and blood.

In the Battle of the Happy Forest, Yan Jun's strength was unexpected, with the strength of Qin Feng's Immortal Root Realm, if he wanted to fight against it, it was like an ant shaking a big tree, and he was overwhelmed and vulnerable.

At this time, Qin Feng's pace was disordered, his body was swaying, and it seemed that he might fall at any time and would never be able to get up again.

He was badly wounded, and from his chest to his abdomen, there was a shocking knife mark that almost broke his intestines.

With such an injury, if it were someone else, it is estimated that he would have died long ago.

"Hehe, you ran very fast, you were able to hold on to this moment, your perseverance made Ben Yan Jun feel terrified!"

Behind Qin Feng, a man in black wearing a Zhengrong mask and a ghost head belt wrapped around his waist, his eyes were full of teasing, like a cat and mouse, and he walked towards Qin Feng unhurriedly.

This person is none other than the Xuanming Sect, one of the Four Great Yan Monarchs, and the black-clothed leader who almost killed Qin Feng in the Happy Forest.

Xuanming Sect, the four great Yan monarchs, the strength of the number of ghosts is the weakest, at the peak of the sevenfold transformation of mortals, but in Liaoyuan City, he is one of the best masters.

The ghost Yan Jun, with a cold gaze, chased and killed unhurriedly, but never made a move.

He was waiting, waiting for the time when Qin Feng was exhausted and his blood was dry, so that he could easily kill Qin Feng without much effort.

Moreover, Wei Mei also enjoyed this moment, his strength and status were indeed the top existence in the Xuanming Sect, but unfortunately his talent was not good, and the peak of transformation was already his limit.

If he wanted to surpass the other three Yan Monarchs in his lifetime and guarantee that he would not be defeated by the backward geniuses of the Xuanming Sect, he had no confidence.

Qin Feng's strength and talent made him feel jealous and fearful, being able to trample such a genius under his feet and trample on it wantonly was the happiest thing in his life.

"Ahem!"

Qin Feng's body swayed, falling down on the withered vine tree, his chest constantly rising and falling, and the long journey of escaping caused qi and blood disorders, and a mouthful of pitch-black blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Boy, don't run, are you resigned to your fate?"

The Charm Yan Jun stopped and stared at Qin Feng, who was languishing under the withered vine tree, his eyes were full of pleasure, it was this kind of pleasure to control the life and death of a genius.

"No...... Don't run, don't ...... Run!"

Qin Feng's expression was desolate, and he struggled to reverse his body, leaning on the decaying vine tree, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible, but the blood at the corner of his mouth kept gushing out.

Looking at Qin Feng's appearance, it seems that he has run out of oil and has no skills to return to the sky, except to accept his fate and be slaughtered by Yan Jun, I am afraid there is no other choice.

"Boy, you are the blood rose that is rumored in the rivers and lakes?

Charm Yan Jun smiled fiercely, he wanted to step forward, twist Qin Feng's neck, and take his head back to the Xuan Ming Sect to restore his life, but suddenly thought of Qin Feng's identity, and couldn't help but pause.

It is rumored that the blood rose swordsmanship is outstanding, if the boy is really the blood rose, it is impossible not to have a life-saving nirvana, and if he rushes forward, I am afraid that he will suffer a dark loss.

"Now that Young Master Ben is so miserable, you are still so afraid, Yan Jun of the Xuanming Sect can't all be cowards, right?" Qin Feng seemed to accept his fate, the knife in his palm was unstable, but he smiled dismally.

What Yan Jun thought in his heart, how could Qin Feng not know, but the other party's caution really surprised him, if it is true, the longer a person lives, the more afraid of death.

"Hmph, it is rumored in the outside world that the blood rose is so powerful, it turns out that it is just a mouthful, so let's die!"

The long-term battle and fighting made the willpower of the Charm Yan Jun very hard, and Qin Feng's provocation was not enough to disturb his mind.

Wei Mei's expression was cold, and the knife in his hand suddenly reversed, turning into a void of knife strength, and slashed towards Qin Feng's neck.

Shout!

The sword flickered, and when he saw that Qin Feng was about to have his head cut off, and died miserably, the pupils of the Charm Yan Jun suddenly shrank, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Qin Feng's figure actually disappeared mysteriously, disappearing without a trace, as if Qin Feng before was just a mirage.

"Who is coming, here is the Demon Yan Jun of the Xuanming Sect, please don't meddle in this matter. ”

Charm Yan Jun's eyes were extremely solemn, and he cautiously glanced around, the strength of the people who could snatch people under him was absolutely terrifying.

"Haha, Charm, you're talking to me!"

A breezy voice suddenly sounded behind the Charm Yan Jun.

"This voice, is it...... Blood Rose!"

The Charm Yan Jun turned his head suddenly, his eyes were full of incredulity, Qin Feng at this time was actually personable, and he didn't have the slightest appearance of running out of oil and running out of lights.

What the hell was going on, Charm Yan Jun only felt creepy, and his intuition told him that he had been tricked.

Yan Jun has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, this bit of judgment ability, and eyesight are still there, and when he sees the strange state of affairs, he can't help but run away.

If Qin Feng didn't follow him, it would show that the other party was just bluffing, and Wei Mei would turn around and attack Qin Feng again. Once Qin Feng chases and kills, it represents, conspiracy, absolute conspiracy.

"Hehe, why did Ghost Yan Jun want to escape, Young Master Ben hasn't had enough of it!"

The sudden escape of the Charm Yan Jun was really beyond Qin Feng's expectations, and his body suddenly disappeared with a trembling speed, and the terrifying speed was not inferior to the Charm at all.

"Oops, there's a fraud!"

The Ghost Yan Jun's eyes flashed with fierce light, and his spiritual power shook greatly, turning into a galloping ghost beast, the speed was as fast as lightning, and it suddenly accelerated.

The charm that is running with all his spiritual power is beyond Qin Feng's reach, after all, it is a limitation of strength, even if Qin Feng uses the sword intent and transforms into a human sword, he still can't catch up with the ghost.

Seeing this scene, Wei Mei's heart was overjoyed, and she stepped on the graves lined up and ran as fast as she could.

"Guys, stop!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, the speed and strength of the ghost, Qin Feng knew very well that if he lured the other party here, he naturally still had an ambush plan.

Today, Qin Feng must kill Charm Yan Jun, otherwise he would not have gone to such great lengths and pretended to be seriously injured.

"Hmph, bluff!"

Hearing Qin Feng's call, Wei Mei was taken aback, thinking that there was an ambush, but when he glanced around, there was no ghost.

Roar! Roar!

Suddenly, with a long hoarse scream, the graves suddenly exploded, and the decaying corpses ejected, exuding a galloping demonic aura.

"What the hell!"

The ghost, who was galloping, was stunned, only to feel that something was pulling his heels, and couldn't help but be surprised, and slashed it with a wave of his hand.

The light of the knife flickered, and a withered arm, cut off by the ghost knife, flew out.

Escaping from the restraints, the Charm Yan Jun bounced lightly, standing on the top of the old withered vine tree, overlooking the mass graves lined with thousands of graves, his eyes full of fear.

"Roar!"

Thousands of hideous corpse evils climbed out of the grave, and the surging evil qi all over their bodies, like worshipping the king, knelt on the ground around Qin Feng, worshipping reverently.

Qin Feng's demonic qi was galloping, and he was suspended in the air by an invisible force, his eyes were closed, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of demonic qi entering his body.

"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. (To be continued.) )