A surging demonic aura made Wu Feng feel suffocated.

The demonic aura rushed into the sky, condensing into a huge human form in the night sky, with the potential to cover the sky and overwhelm the earth.

The sound of ghost whistles is heartbreaking.

The calm and waveless waters suddenly rose into the sky, and several bones glowing with a ghostly light flew up from the white bone boat and pierced into it.

The sea water condensed into frost-white ice in a moment, and the surging demonic energy flickered in the ice, and the light was strange.

"Hmph...... After all, the lifespan of human beings is so short. You only have one martial soul left!This emperor will erase the last traces of your despicable ant!" The old demon emperor snorted coldly, and grabbed the void, and a black qi broke through the air, and in an instant, he draped it on the body condensed by the ice, turning into a cloak and dancing in the air!

Wu Feng shuddered suddenly.

"Scared, boy. A rough voice came from the sea of divine consciousness.

"Nope. Wu Feng replied.

"The coercion of a saint-level master, you kid can't be regarded as nothing. But Lao Tzu clearly tells you that this dead rabbit is only a remnant soul, how can he have saint-level strength?"

Wu Feng looked at the ancestors in the world of divine consciousness.

Of course, what the Taboo Thousand Deaths said was right, but the coercion of the old demon emperor was real.

"Martial Arts and Mental Arts, give Lao Tzu a back!" shouted the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department.

"The way of the samurai, the first thing to cure the heart. Mount Tai collapsed in front and the color remained unchanged, and the elk was on the left and did not look instantly, and then it could control the interests and harms, and it could treat the enemy. ”

"Then why are you afraid?"

"I ......" Wu Feng was slightly sluggish.

"Boy, why are you fearless when you see Lao Tzu's martial spirit?

"The killing is not obvious. ”

"Hahahaha...... So, you haven't really understood the martial arts chapter! Lao Tzu is your ancestor and will not harm you, and the demon surnamed Qiao has not really revealed his murderous intentions to you, so you can persuade him with words. And what this dead rabbit is revealing to you now is the most direct, the coercion of the soul, and the murderous spirit is not reserved at all. ”

Ji Bu Qianyan said: "In ancient times, some people practiced archery. In order to cultivate eyesight and courage, use a sharp needle to put it in front of the eyes, and the eyes do not blink, which is more powerful than 'the elk is happy on the left side and the eyes are not instantaneous'. However, he knew that the needle would not really come down. If he really pricked him in the eye with a sharp needle, how could he not close his eyes?"

Wu Feng was moved: "If you have an understanding." ”

"Fear is the driving force behind human survival. The ancients were afraid of the power of the lion and tiger demons, and ran for their lives, so they were able to survive. The ancestors hated me, and the human race had no power to resist. Therefore, the method of cultivating is created, so that the human race can grow stronger and gradually fight back. Fear of death and survival, the nature of human beings, is also the foundation of human continuation. ”

Wu Feng nodded, he remembered a sentence left by his predecessors - "The appearance of death is completely different from that when it is close at hand, it looks like a mountain from afar, it is not hideous, majestic and magnificent, and it is heartwarming." It can even arouse poetic feelings, and when seen up close, it looks like a cliff, and the bottomless is bottomless, and the ruthless maw makes even the bravest people feel that their limbs are weak."

The old demon emperor brought him the most direct threat of death with saint-level coercion, how could he be fearless?

Wu Feng replied, "I see." The bravest are not fearless, but overcome fear, survive and forget death!"

"Well said! The realm of the brave -- the first thing is to pretend to be calm, and to deceive others, but not to oneself. The second is to survive and forget to die. The third is to forget life when you are dying. It is for the indifference of enlightenment. The warriors of the world often directly force the third realm, but they are just deceiving themselves, they don't know life, they don't know death?"

"Lao Tzu is your ancestor. There is no problem for the martial soul to fit with you. Even if this dead rabbit gives you a practice, see if you are worthy of being a good descendant chosen by Lao Tzu!" The Thousand Deaths of the Jibu roared angrily, but it made Wu Feng listen to Hong Zhong, and it was like an empowerment!

The dialogue in the consciousness is actually swift and short.

Wu Feng's sword shook the sky and rose up. The waves were raging in all directions.

The old demon emperor's condensed body was three feet tall, and Wu Feng really seemed to be just an ant in front of him.

But above this tiny body, there was a fierce battle qi.

When he first obtained the martial soul, he didn't look down on his ancestor. I feel that the taboo department is boastful, but the ability is not enough. At present, the Xiuzhen forces are still using the idea of usurping the throne and seizing power, and they lack wisdom and strategy, so they were trapped and killed in the underground palace by the distant ancestor of the Yun family, which really embarrassed the face of the saint-level master.

But at the moment of the decisive battle with the distant ancestors of the Yun family, the Thousand Deaths of the Taboo Department also went deep into the ice sea and killed the remnants of the demon clan with a sword, which really shows that there is a sincerity to the people in the world.

After Wu Zu pacified the demon barbarians, the remnants of the demon clan and the barbarian clan actually still had a large number of stubborn people, hiding in various places, often causing chaos. Generations of martial saints threw their heads and spilled their blood, sacrificing their lives and forgetting their lives to fight fiercely, in order to get peace on the mainland. And the cultivators have been watching from the sidelines, taking advantage of the turmoil again and again to develop their strength, and finally they were able to suppress the martial artists and control the world.

The awareness of the courage of the thousand martyrs of the temple is not lost to any heroic figure in history. In this way, he is worthy of the name of the Sword Emperor.

The old demon emperor was suddenly startled.

Although he turned into a resentful spirit and no longer had the saint-level strength of the past, his coercion was real.

This young man was really completely fearless in the face of his coercion. Even if the compatibility between the ancestral martial soul and the descendants is very high, it should not be like this.

With a sharp spurt in his eyes, the old demon emperor snorted coldly again, with ice as his body and clouds as his sleeves, and turned his palms with his sleeves.

"Cover your hands!"

The four words are shocking, and there are words and laws.

The vicissitudes of the river were mighty, and they rushed into the sky in an instant, and then poured down towards Wu Feng, and the waves of the collapse were like silver pouring down, making people have a sense of confusion of broken time and space.

And the giant palm condensed by the cold snow, the frost power is infinite, and it is as if the killing between heaven and earth is all in the palm.

Wu Feng felt Xiao Xiao's sad wind, and circled around him with the angry waves.

The roar of the ghosts and the roars of the undead seemed to awaken the fear in his heart once again and lead him to the abyss of death.

"Go, boy! Death is the end of your fear!" The old demon emperor drank for a long time, and the demonic aura was compelling, like a demon cloud, if he wanted to travel 30,000 miles: "You are the descendant of the Thousand Deaths of the Jealous Department, and you should return to the Santu River with your ancestors, and there will be no return!"

"Fuck you, you dead rabbit is still ghostly, it's you who should be superborn! Lao Tzu still wants to watch this favorite descendant point to the eight wildernesses, seize the world, and fulfill Lao Tzu's long-cherished wish back then!" The golden energy erupted from Wu Feng's whole body, soared into the sky, and instantly enlarged to the size of three zhang, facing the huge ice and snow body of the old demon emperor, the momentum was amazing, and he did not make the slightest concession.

The red sword in Wu Feng's hand roared, and there were ten sword roars in a row.

Ten swings and ten decisive swordsmanship.

The grievances of the ancestors were settled in their own hands.

His heart was full of war, and he was completely fearless. In order to survive, in order to compete for the world, we must send this dead rabbit with a resentful soul to live in bliss.

That's all. (To be continued.) )