Chapter 120: The Art of Burial (Chapter 8)

Santai Bao Wu Feng sat in the carriage, his heart was cold, and his eyes flashed with a hint of murder.

He didn't go to the Heavenly Wolf Hall right away.

Because at this time, he was not absolutely sure that he would be able to kill Qi Yun.

Qi Yun's strength during the day made him a little incomprehensible.

He was ready to meet his mysterious master.

With the mysterious methods of his master, it couldn't be easier to kill this Qi Yun.

For so many years, he has killed countless young geniuses, and they are basically given to Shizun to enjoy.

"Little thing, I'm going to make you regret coming to the Wu Gang. ”

Wu Feng said coldly.

The carriage creaked down the street, and at first you could hear the sound of the coachman's mouth.

Gradually, the sound seemed to fade away.

Then, the sound of the wheels of the carriage seemed to disappear.

Wu Feng frowned, feeling that the carriage seemed to stop.

He was puzzled and said, "Huang Lang, what's the matter?"

It was empty outside, and there was no response.

Wu Feng's face sank, grabbed the car curtain, and lifted it suddenly.

At the front of the car, there was no driver.

The horses stopped, motionless.

It was pitch black all around, and it entered an empty street.

His face changed, and he instantly sensed that something was wrong, and instead of rushing out immediately, he flew out directly, smashed the back door of the car, and swept towards the rear.

But as soon as he smashed the back door of the carriage, a large hand pressed him on the shoulder, and it was so strong that it was like a mountain pressing down.

Rumble!

The sound was dull, and the gravel was flying.

Wu Feng coughed up blood and let out a miserable scream.

His body was crushed from mid-air, smashing the ground into a deep pit, and the terrible force crushed all the bones of his body as if they were broken.

His face turned pale and he looked horrified, looking at a figure in front of him.

The body is burly and the face is square.

It's Qi Yun!

"You... It's you!"

Wu Feng couldn't believe it.

Qi Yun's face was indifferent, and he pressed his body, like a scarecrow, and said, "Tell me, why are you hostile to me?"

"Hall Master Qi, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, when have I ever shown hostility to you?"

He shouted.

"Misunderstanding?"

Click!

Qi Yun directly crushed his shoulder, causing him to scream in pain.

"I'll only ask three times, and if you don't say it, I'll crush your bones inch by inch. ”

Qi Yun said lightly.

"Misunderstanding, this is really a misunderstanding, I also recommended you in front of the helper during the day, you can't do this. ”

Wu Feng said in horror.

Click!

Yes!

He screamed again, and his other shoulder was crushed.

"It's really a misunderstanding, spare me, you can't do this to me!"

Wu Feng screamed miserably.

Qi Yun thought about it, blocked his mouth, and began to crush him with an iron rod, from his fingers to his shoulders, all the bones were crushed, and he was convulsed in pain, the whites of his eyes rolled over, and his urine and urine overflowed directly, and the stench was unpleasant.

Qi Yun pulled out the strip of cloth from his mouth again and asked, "Is it still a misunderstanding?"

"It's Elder Fang, Elder Fang asked me to kill you... Spare me, Hall Master, please spare me..."

Wu Feng convulsed, full of horror.

"Elder Fang?"

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed slightly.

Rumble!

He pressed hard, and pressed Wu Feng's body directly into the ground, and in the scream, it shook into bloody mud, mixed with the ground, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the body disappeared, leaving only a head.

Qi Yun stood up, took out the silk scarf, and gently wiped his palm.

Brush!

Silently, a figure appeared on the street.

The figure flickered by and vanished.

Reappeared, already three meters away from him.

He was an old man, with an ugly face, a withered left side of his face, and a thin torso, like skin and bones.

The old man sighed.

"Be forgiving and forgiving, little brother, you killed him like this, do you know how sad his division commanders should be?"

Qi Yun's face was calm, he turned around, looked at the old man, and said: "He wanted to kill me, but I got it first, I can only say that his life should be like this, otherwise it would be me who is lying down now." ”

"A good sentence should be like this, if I kill the little brother too, is it the same life of the little brother?"

The old man asked.

Qi Yun showed a sneer and said, "Who are you?"

"Old decay is his master. ”

The old man said.

"I see. ”

Qi Yun sneered slightly.

"Little brother, you killed my apprentice with just one move, presumably your martial arts cultivation is good, but there is no blood qi fluctuation on your body, it should be a strange treasure on your body, right?"

There was a faint glint in the old man's eyes.

"Is there a strange treasure, can you come and see it?"

Qi Yun asked calmly.

"Hehe, that's a good point, little brother, your personality is also very suitable for the old man's appetite, if you hadn't killed my apprentice, I would definitely have accepted you as an apprentice, the old man is going to peel off your human skin for a while, and make a human skin lantern, so that you can carry it in your hand every day, carefully swaying and playing, what do you think?"

The old man smiled slightly.

Silently, the black light behind Qi Yun was filled, and a terrifying shadow appeared, black, with a hideous face, more than three meters high, and two big hands reached out and grabbed Qi Yun's body.

Qi Yun's eyes were cold, and at the moment when the black shadow was caught, there was a sudden bang on his body, and the flame true qi burned, mixed with terrifying energy, and burned towards him.

Yes!

The moment the black shadow touched Qi Yun, it let out a terrible scream, and its hands sneered, as if melting.

The old man's face changed.

"Fire Awakener!"

Bang!

The iron staff in Qi Yun's hand was covered with fire and energy, and it was red, with a thick flame, and it smashed directly towards the shadow behind him.

Bang!

The shadow was smashed by him and scattered on the spot and disappeared.

The old man's face was shocked, and he turned around and rushed into the distance.

Sou!

Qi Yun's body was like a meteor in the dark night, with a violent aura, burning, colliding, banging, crashing into the old man's body, making him snort miserably, the bones of his body made a crackling sound, and the whole person flew directly out of seven or eight meters away and smashed to the ground.

"The Art of Burial!"

The old man screamed, spat out blood, and pressed his hands directly on the ground.

Rumble!

A layer of mysterious power swept out and spread instantly.

Qi Yun was rushing over, and suddenly a vision appeared in front of him, a black coffin appeared in mid-air, and he fell upside down, and a coffin lid appeared on the ground.

Bang!

The two came together in an instant, and it was extremely fast.

After the black coffin covered him, he fell directly into the earth, being swallowed up by layers of the ground and disappearing.

The old man's mouth was full of blood, he staggered to his feet, his ribs were broken four or five, and he looked cruel, and said: "The little beast is actually a divine awakener, but unfortunately his strength is not as good as the old man, bury you there forever, and trap you alive!"

He staggered through his injuries, staggering, and walked into the distance.

That's it!

Bang!

The ground shook wildly, and the earth and rocks splattered, as if there had been a great earthquake.

The entire surface exploded directly.

The black coffin also collapsed in an instant.

Qi Yun's body burst out, full of flames, wrapped in energy, and his eyes flashed with indifference, and he looked at the old man again.

Sou!

He flashed, as fast as he could, turning into a tornado of flames.

Trial!

The old man's face was shocked, and he couldn't believe it.

Just as he wanted to open his mouth and scream, he was directly swept into the flame tornado.

Yes!

Bang bang!

For a moment, he didn't know how many heavy blows he had withdrew, his body thumping, and blood mist bursting.

By the time the flame tornado stopped, a blur of flesh fell from mid-air and smashed onto the ground.