As for what compensation this little demon said, Qin Feng naturally wouldn't surrender his identity to extort anything, "Okay, it's up to you as a master." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But if I find you in my territory again, it won't be so cheap. Dropping a cruel word, Qin Feng signaled to the fanatics to get out of the way.

As for why these demon clans inexplicably slaughtered the four witch villages, Qin Feng did not ask. A lot of times, curiosity isn't necessarily a good thing.

"It's done?" Hei Bei was dumbfounded. There is no place for the rhetoric that is still brewing in the heart. Immediately, there was a flattering look on his face, and he was about to speak.

"Get out of here. "Fly away, disdainful of talking to this minion any more. Qin Feng said in disgust: "Before I change my mind, get out." ”

Before he finished speaking, suddenly the exclamation of the demon clan on the ground attracted Qin Feng's attention. Suddenly looked down, and thought it was a fanatic who attacked without permission. But the ground beneath his feet seemed to have suddenly turned into a mass grave. Countless Sen Ran bone claws broke out of the ground, and a few unlucky demon cultivators were suddenly restrained, and then one by one, the heads of maggots with rotten faces came out, and the big mouths were almost cracked, and they bit down fiercely.

......Before the screams could be uttered, they were completely buried by the undead gushing out of the ground.

The Zealots were also attacked, but though they were somewhat embarrassed, none of them were successfully ambushed by these low-level undead.

"Enemy attack. ”

"There are undead ...... here" was a complete mess, and the formation of the fanatics was scattered, and they could only barely fight on their own.

However, the spiritual power of these bones and carrion corpses faintly escaped. But Qin Feng saw the clue: "The resurrection of the dead? There must be a ghost cultivator here." "It's not as well-informed, but this trick is a well-known trick in ghost cultivation. As long as you have enough spiritual power and corpses, you can summon an endless army of undead.

"Boom. Suddenly, the ground rolled, and more than a dozen pillars of earth suddenly drilled out. In particular, one of them happened to drill out of the fanatics who formed a formation under Qin Feng's seat, and dozens of people were suddenly shot away from a distance of 100 meters, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

"Woohoo. There was a strange roar, and when the dust fell, the pillars of earth fell back to the earth. It was all the desolate aliens that Qin Feng had seen before.

The strange fish slammed its mouths wide open, and one by one the undead, who were heavily armed, climbed out. In an instant, thousands of huge low-level undead surrounded Qin Feng and the others and the demon clans.

With such a formation, this is at least the ghost cultivation in the foundation building period can do!

"Damn. "Capture the thief and capture the king first, in an instant, Qin Feng's spiritual sense probed several times, but he was never able to find the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, there was already a mess down there. The fanatics were not distracted by the sudden attack, and fought even more fervently and fearlessly than the undead. However, there was a lack of combat experience, and there were casualties in an instant.

Qin Feng suddenly felt distressed, not only because of these finally his own combat strength. All the more because they are believers who trust themselves completely.

In an instant, ten phantom swords flew out of the Tianhuang Sword, killing the undead around them under the control of their minds. The Jieli Sword even burst out with several zhang of spiritual light, like a meteorite bombardment, and Qin Feng instantly fell towards the most dense place of the battle.

"Boom. Under the sound of an explosion that shook the ground and shook the mountains, dozens of undead were instantly knocked away.

In the huge crater, "All the people, gather with me!" Qin Feng roared loudly, opening the way for the flesh and blood corpses like a demon god.

"My lord will win!" Qin Feng, who was regarded as the embodiment of faith, participated in the battle, and the fanatics, whose morale was immediately high, were even more excited. Wielding the weapon of faith, scrambling to kill. Not for glory, not even for victory, but for the gods to witness their piety.

It seems that because the ghost cultivator is not enough to completely control the undead, more than a dozen desolate alien species are not participating in the war, but they just lie on the ground weakly and howl, as if they are bound by an invisible force. As for the thousands of low-level undead, they only came by instinct.

As if incarnated as a reaper, in a few breaths, Qin Feng roamed the battlefield like a raging wind, and more than a hundred flexible fires were all in his pocket.

This also seems to have attracted the attention of the people in charge of the secrets, with Qin Feng as the center. I don't know when, in the vast and endless tide of undead, dozens of other people with iron chains wrapped around their bodies and iron hooks in their hands appeared and approached Qin Feng in the tide of corpses.

"Hmmm. The chains waved, and even afterimages and wails erupted in the air.

A faint hint of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Qin Feng's mouth. Without looking back, there was a strange movement under his feet, and he avoided the attack.

With a seeping cry, "Smack!" A crack broke in the earth, and black flames burned violently from it.

At the time of the shot, the chain didn't even have time to be withdrawn. A sword light suddenly slashed at the neck of the undead.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee......" The hideous head fell to the ground, but it was laughing weirdly.

And for a while, dozens of such undead rushed out and rushed towards Qin Feng, who was deep into the enemy formation.

"No matter how many minions there are, they're just a rabble. Snorted disdainfully, now for Qin Feng, the existence of the Qi Refining Period is really no different from that of ants.

These skinned undead are just tongues.

He didn't even use the Spatial Dao Technique, and he didn't activate the Faith Incarnation. It's just that by means of the long outrageous boundary separation sword, it falls specifically to the place where the undead gather. Every time the sword was swept away, at least a dozen low-level undead were cut off. As for these dozens of skinners who attacked and cried and laughed when they were injured, they were all wiped out by Qin Feng in just a few breaths.

Unstoppable, Qin Feng won a period of respite for the fanatics in an instant. Then, under the command of Qin Feng, after the initial panic, he finally fought in formation again. Hundreds of white streamers flew back and forth, which was very spectacular.

Qin Feng couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and then looked at the demon clan on the other side. But it was a complete mess, and the wailing and screaming were endless. There were more than 200 people, and in an instant, less than 100 people were left to fight in a circle under the organization of Hei Bei, but it was only a matter of time before they were all wiped out.

Without much thought, a decisive decision was made. "That's it, just make a good fate. With a fingertip, ten phantom swords were killed in an instant.

"Holy Flame. Dozens of fanatics on one side of the flank threw out white blazing flames, swept away like tongues of fire.

In an instant, the layers of corpses were cleared of a bloody path. The demon clan looked stunned, and didn't even react.

Qin Feng said coldly: "Don't come over yet." ”

Only then did Hei Bei come back to his senses, and immediately organized the remnants of the demon clan to cover and kill. A large pile of supplies had been left behind, and the relics of the fallen companions had not yet had time to be cleaned, but four rather bloated and huge wagons full of grain were brought with them.

There must be something strange in it. Qin Feng couldn't help but smack his tongue: "Is there something hidden here?" But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, just ordered the Black Bull and the others to cover the flanks, and let the fanatics begin to retreat in an orderly manner.

Not to mention that Qin Feng was sweeping the formation on the side, these low-level undead who had not undergone further refining and cultivation could deal with mortals, or a small number of qi refiners. It is simply impossible to deal with the cluster strikes of flying swords and spells. Unless the resurrected dozen or so desolate xenos can join the battlefield.

In less than half a cup of tea, it looks like it's about to break out of the encirclement. And the thousands of low-level undead were also killed or injured. Countless corpses were almost stacked into a mountain of corpses.

The outcome has been decided, but a hoarse echo suddenly sounded on all sides of the withered forest: "Jie Ji, when did the human race also degenerate into the company of the demon clan?"

In an instant, Qin Feng's spiritual sense probed out again, but he couldn't find any traces, it seemed that this was a ghost cultivator who was good at concealing spiritual breath.

But I'm afraid that's all there is to it. Qin Feng sneered: "Rats, stop being tongue-in-cheek. If you have the guts, come out and fight me. "Good at concealment techniques and controlling the tide of corpses, plus he's not daring to show up. These signs are enough to show that this person is not good at fighting.

The hoarse voice echoed again: "I miscalculated. But human, do you really think I can't do anything about you? The next time we meet, I'll show you my most powerful corpse golem. If you are acquainted, human, if you leave now, I can not blame the past. The old man has always been jealous, human, I don't think you will be coveted by the undead in the shadows, right?"

Qin Feng coped: "Really?" and the powerful divine sense, which was not as powerful as the foundation building monk, secretly searched for the source of the voice, but vaguely grasped the general direction. As long as he dares to reply again, he will be able to lock the approximate location.

And Qin Feng's wavering attitude was shocked and pale.

Qin Feng didn't pay attention to it at all, and pretended to move, and asked Chi Chi: "Let me kill and injure so many subordinates, do you want me to leave with a few words? ”

The intention moved, and the old man with only a few strands of white hair on the top of his head smiled evilly. All you need to do now is to put on a tougher stance, "That's not something you should know." ”

Found out!

"Go. Without warning, Qin Feng suddenly sacrificed the Tianhuang Sword, and a streamer dragged the red flames and slammed towards the bushes hundreds of meters away.

"Boom. "Under the overflowing flames, a gray shadow escaped from the sword, and did not even dare to fight, but fled into the distance. The old man who looked like a skeleton even turned around and said in shock, "How did you find me?" At this moment, he finally regretted his hasty move.

However, out of confidence in the flying sword under his feet, the old man's expression did not show the slightest panic, unless it was a Jiedan monk, no one wanted to keep up with the escape technique of the Lanfeng Sword.

It's just a pity, shaking his head slightly. The old man looked at the four carriages of the demon clan below.

However, he didn't notice that on the path of the flying sword a hundred meters away, the space was suddenly distorted, and Qin Feng jumped out, and the boundary sword pointed at the back of the old man's head.

Maybe it's the afterglow, maybe it's sensing the faint fluctuation of spiritual power. The old man looked shocked: "Not good." ”

It's just that the sword that is as steady as Mount Tai is raised, and without any action spells, the oncoming flying sword is automatically sent.

"Click. The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the body protection spirit shield was punctured in an instant.