Compared with the saint-level masters before his death, the strength of the martial soul is much weakened, but it can have new abilities.

The martial soul combat technique has the meaning of martial soul attack and killing, but it is also like the cultivation of a series of Taoist techniques and demon clan techniques, which has the ability to kill groups from a distance, which can make up for the shortcomings of martial artists.

That's why it is said that a warrior who has the approval of the ancestral spirit martial soul can compete with the peerless master in Xiuzhen.

Wu Feng waved his hand, and the light fell, only to see the shattered ice exploding on the surface of the ocean, and then shattering all of them in the golden light.

Standing quietly above the waves, Wu Feng watched as the demonic power dispersed one after another, returning to nothingness.

"The dead rabbit is finally finished. The taboo department said, and there was a kind of pride in his words.

Wu Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, an extremely cold feeling suddenly appeared behind him.

Wu Feng was suddenly alert, avoided one side, and then took off into the air.

A water arrow stabbed angrily, piercing the soles of Wu Feng's feet in an instant, dripping with blood!

"Don't forget, this is my home turf. The old demon emperor's voice sounded coldly: "As long as I have the power of extreme cold, I will not be destroyed! How can your so-called God King Coffin Sword Emperor Tomb kill me?"

The demonic power surged in from Wu Feng's wound, wanting to blow him up, if it weren't for the suppression of the martial soul power of the Thousand Deaths of the Jealous Division, Wu Feng would have already turned into a ball of blood foam.

Wu Feng finally realized that he had underestimated the dead rabbit after all.

The other party had already seen the plan of the Taboo Division, and deliberately pretended to take the strongest blow. However, since its current body is made of ice, why can't it be replaced?

Wu Feng also took into account that the old demon emperor was not dead, but he didn't expect the other party to strike at the east and west, emitting a breath behind his back, but he killed from the soles of his feet!

"Damn...... This rabbit is actually smart!" said Ji Bu Qianyan angrily.

"The resentment of this emperor is far better than yours, and the wisdom that naturally remains is also above you!" The old demon emperor said coldly: "You have no plan for the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department, and the real you have already entered the Netherworld, and now you are just a martial soul condensed by essence." How can it be the emperor's opponent?"

"Home...... Fuck you!" Jibu Qianyan made a sound of gritting his teeth, although he had no teeth in his soul.

However, since the soul body can speak, what is so strange about the sound of clenching its teeth?

Wu Feng smiled bitterly.

Is this being pitted by this ancestor?

But the ancestors can't be blamed entirely. After all, it was because he was too obsessed with the feeling of strength that he underestimated the enemy. If it was usual, the analysis of the battlefield should have been exhaustive, how could such a trick be tricked?

Of course, this is indeed Wu Feng's cultivation is not enough. There is a lack of understanding of this level of combat. Thinking about higher-level battles with the mindset of the town and wilderness realm, of course, there will be omissions.

The old demon emperor took a hard blow from the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department, and it really consumed a lot of origin demon power, and his move was really a poisonous plan to hurt himself and then the enemy.

But just as he said, he turned into a fierce spirit in the extremely cold ice ocean, and if the cold qi was not extinguished, he would not be extinguished! Now that Wu Feng himself was injured, the strength exerted by the Thousand Martial Souls of the Ji Department had plummeted, and it was almost impossible to kill him with his strength.

"The Nether is calling. Young man, you should be the first sacrifice of the emperor. Even if he turns into a fierce spirit, this emperor will wash the world of the human race in blood, deplete the strength of the human race, and pave the way for the revival of the demon clan by the descendants of my demon clan. For this - nine deaths without regret!"

The old demon emperor's cloak was flying, and the snow was immense, but as he spoke, the expression on the huge face formed by the ice had turned to madness.

Wu Feng can understand this fanaticism.

The demon clan was able to fight with the human ancestors for tens of thousands of years, and it had been suppressing the human race until the time of the martial ancestors. But it is still making a comeback again and again, and it is this strong fanaticism that supports it.

If the samurai community did not decay and degenerate and let down their vigilance, they would have maintained such a fanaticism. With the glory of the samurai as the driving force for survival, it will never be seized by Xiuzhen to dominate the continent. Ambitious and sincere samurai like the ancestor Chiji was rare in that era.

With the old demon emperor's turbulent dance, Wu Feng could only barely resist even if he had the help of the martial spirits of the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department.

The icy angry water, one after the other. Wu Feng was overwhelmed.

"To deal with this dead rabbit, I'm afraid we have to rely on fire. "The Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department said to Wu Feng in his divine sense.

But Wu Feng is not a cultivator, where did he become angry? In this polar night, there is not even a trace of sunshine!

Although the Heavenly Yang Physique is the nature of Extreme Yang, it is not as easy as some cultivators who can conjure up flames.

His natal bone inscription is a unicorn, and he has no power to control fire.

With a snap, Wu Feng was hit in the chest by an angry wave, and his ribs were broken, and blood spurted out.

The old demon emperor said coldly: "Young man, why do you want to resist, this is just adding unnecessary pain and fear to you!"

Wu Feng looked at him coldly.

"Seniors. ”

The old demon emperor was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Begging for mercy?"

"No, I call you a senior because I respect you for your persistence in your ideals. Even though you are of different races and have different paths, you are worthy of the word senior. ”

"However, it is time for your feud with your ancestors to be settled today. I originally thought that if you can escape today, it will not be a bad thing, you will kill into the ice field, and the people who will be damaged are all the people of the Demon Gate, and they have nothing to do with my warriors. ”

"But I just figured it out. If I can take the world, why can't I take the ice field and save those people from the hands of the demon gate, so that they can become good people?"

"Your ideal is to revive the demon clan, and I want to make the glory of the warriors shine in every corner of the continent again as in the era of the martial ancestors! The ideal is very far-reaching, but at least you have to work hard, as the predecessors said, nine deaths without regrets. ”

"Therefore......" Wu Feng roared: "Senior, rest in peace!"

The light in his eyes was like a sword, and he had the determination to be unstoppable.

The old demon emperor was stunned, and then he couldn't help laughing wildly: "Boy, are you crazy to lose your heart?

After speaking, there was anger in his palm, and the sleeves of his robe were swept away.

"The snow waves are sinking!" the old demon emperor broke off, and the inky black whale waves rose up in the sky, like a galaxy reversing, to cleanse the sky for thousands of miles.

The flow of waves comes from all directions, and there is no way to avoid it.

Wu Feng's divine consciousness sea once again came the voice of the ancestor Ji Bu Qianyan: "Scared?"

"Fearless!"

The red sword danced wildly, and its sound was sonorous.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain in his chest and soles of his feet.

The power of the martial soul surged again.

This is the final blow, and it will be a matter of life and death.

No matter life or death, Wu Feng has no regrets or complaints.

If you inherit the martial soul of the ancestors, you have to bear the final cause and effect of the other party. If he survives, then all the descendants of the Jibu clan will be rightfully integrated and unified in his hands! )