Sensing the terrifying attack behind him, Mu Feng's eyes flickered rapidly, and then his palm suddenly slammed into his hand, and the Xuanling Sword appeared in his hand, and the Qiankun True Technique and the Blood Shura Body instantly operated to the extreme, and when he turned around, he slashed angrily at the black withered shadow.

Although he knew that he was not the opponent of this black withered shadow, it was impossible to let Mu Feng sit still.

Facing Mu Feng's earth-shattering sword, the black withered shadow stretched out his dry palm and slapped lightly on the Xuanling Sword.

"Poof!"

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron, but Mu Feng was as if he had been hit hard, his face turned pale in an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and even the person with the sword shot out backwards, smashing heavily on the ground, directly smashing a deep pit of more than 100 zhang in size on the ground.

With Mu Feng's current strength, it is difficult to catch even a random palm of the black withered shadow.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Mu Feng coughed violently a few times, and looked up at the black withered shadow in the air, whose strange black eyes fell on him.

In the next moment, Mu Feng's hair suddenly stood upside down, and his figure suddenly swept out of the deep pit.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a dry palm, with indescribable terrifying power, pierced through the void and directly bombarded the deep pit where Mu Feng was just now, directly blasting the pit of more than 100 zhang in size into a thousand zhang in size.

Mu Feng in mid-air, his face was extremely ugly, this black withered shadow, whether it was strength or speed, was far beyond himself, even if he tried his best, I am afraid that he would not be his opponent, and now he can only rely on Qingyu.

"Qingyu, Qingyu ......"

Mu Feng called anxiously in his body. But there was no response, and the black shadows were withered. It seemed to become more and more violent, and his body moved. It was to rush towards Mu Feng again.

"Whew!"

The black withered shadow swept out again, appearing in front of Mu Feng like a ghost, and the dry palm, with fierce power, slammed mercilessly towards the top of Mu Feng's head, if this palm was hit, I am afraid that Mu Feng's head would immediately shatter.

Mu Feng waved his palm, and a small gray tripod shot out. Rising against the storm, he stood in front of him.

"Bell!"

A crisp sound of gold and iron resounded, and the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding shot out backwards, re-entering Mu Feng's Void Stone, and Mu Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down.

The black withered shadow looked at Mu Feng, and there seemed to be a hoarse roar in his throat. The eyes glowing with a strange black glow looked extremely hideous and terrifying, but on that dry face, Mu Feng seemed to see a touch of struggle.

"Help me!"

Black Shadow. His eyes were firmly fixed on Mu Feng, and the strange black light in it seemed to be weakened a little. Its body trembled slightly, as if it was restraining something. An unusually hoarse, muffled voice emanated from its throat.

"Demonic energy into the body?"

Mu Feng's face changed slightly. said in a lost voice, for the demonic qi entering the body, he had also heard Qingyu mention that some strong people of the human race or demon clan were invaded by the demonic qi in their bodies and kept their bodies indestructible, but they were reduced to killing puppets without intelligence.

However, Mu Feng didn't expect that the black withered shadow in front of him still had spiritual wisdom.

The black withered shadow stood in the air, showing a painful face, and in those black eyes, there was a strange black light constantly flickering, but it was suppressed by some kind of force, Mu Feng could see that this black withered shadow was struggling, as if it was fighting with the demonic qi that invaded the body.

"Please, help me......" the black withered shadow said hoarsely with a pained look on his face.

"How can I help you?" Mu Feng muttered.

"He needs your help to expel the demonic energy from his body. ”

A consciousness suddenly entered Mu Feng's mind, and this consciousness was issued by Qingyu, who was in a deep sleep.

"Martial Emperor Seal?"

Mu Feng then understood, he also knew that the Martial Emperor Seal could expel demonic energy, but he felt that it was a little tricky, compared to the black withered shadow in front of him, his strength was still too low, if he was attacked by demonic qi when he exorcised demonic qi, I am afraid it would not be good.

However, just as Mu Feng was thinking, the color of struggle on the black withered shadow's face was instantly covered by a hideousness, and the deep-set eyes reappeared with a strange black glow.

"Not good!"

Mu Feng said in a secret voice, his body retreated again, and the strength displayed with this black withered shadow was probably comparable to that of a five-star martial arts powerhouse, in the face of such a strong man who was eroded by demonic energy, there was really no other way than to escape.

"Roar!"

A low roar came from the throat of the black withered shadow, and a pair of dry palms suddenly poked out, only to see that in the palms, black demonic qi surged out, and it turned into two big black hands, piercing through the space and grabbing towards Mu Feng.

Mu Feng didn't dare to fight hard at all, so he could only turn around and sweep into the distance.

"Boom, boom!"

The terrifying offensive swept by Mu Feng's side, that kind of strong wind, which made Mu Feng's body surging with qi and blood, so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood, the surrounding air exploded, the space was torn, and the ground below collapsed, and the dust was flying.

Mu Feng's face was also getting more and more ugly, and he vaguely noticed that the offensive of this black withered shadow seemed to be getting more and more powerful, and it seemed that its strength was recovering little by little.

If the strength shown just now is comparable to a five-star martial artist, and now, it has reached the level of a six-star martial artist.

This made De Mufeng's heart sink suddenly, he didn't know what level the black withered shadow in front of him had reached before his death, but now he was a little unbearable, if he waited for it to recover completely, then his situation might be unimaginable.

"Qingyu, aren't you going to make a move?" Mu Feng roared in his heart.

"I can't do it now, it's up to you. ”

Qingyu said helplessly, now that he is in the recovery period, he can't make a move at all, and if it weren't for his cultivation now being promoted to the Eight-Star Soul Venerable, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to release this consciousness.

Mu Feng was also a little speechless, and now his choice was only to escape, and the farther away he went, the better.

It's just that the black withered shadow seems to recognize him, and it is chasing after him, and it can't be shaken off at all, and its strength has recovered very quickly, and it has reached the level of a seven-star martial artist.

"Poof!"

Mu Feng was swept away by the aftermath of the black withered shadow attack, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and when his body staggered, the black withered shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost, and the dry palm of his hand, like a sharp blade, went straight into Mu Feng's throat.

At this time, Mu Feng was difficult to resist, so he could only watch his dry palm stick into his throat, and sighed helplessly, is it going to fall here today?

However, the dry palm came to an abrupt end three inches away from Mu Feng's throat. (To be continued......)