Chapter 955

"Bamboo forest? What else did the boy come from

The young man was stunned for a moment. The bamboo forest pulse is not strong, but no one dares to underestimate it. It's only because most of the cultivation methods in this pulse are wood skills.

It can cure the wounds that many monks can't solve, just like the pestilence toxin in Xia Yu's mind.

If it wasn't for Xia Yuxin, who was just a group of people who were not good at wood skills, they didn't need to seek treatment from others. Zhenyuan would be able to solve the toxin.

There are many strong people who owe this connection. Therefore, although this connection is not so strong, no one dares to provoke it easily.

As I said before, among the monks, the most taboo is the lack of cause and effect. Many strong people are fighting for the favor of returning the bamboo forest. Who else dares to offend this vein?

"Well, you leave as soon as possible. I can only say that I'll try my best."

The young friars didn't dare to say it to death. The human relationship in the bamboo forest is good, but they should also be able to say it!

Zhao Feng is now in the hands of the spirit of death, as long as the thing a force, Zhao Feng will die, in this case, no one dares to bet.

It's possible that Zhao Feng was crushed to death by the spirit of death before you finished your words. How can that be regarded?

Zhao Feng is constantly thinking that it's better to ask for others than himself. In this case, he can't place all his hopes on the strong man of the human race. He has to save himself.

However, there is nothing in him that can produce effects on the spirit of death, if he didn't give the thousands of vitality charms to the death monitor before.

He may be able to protect himself in front of the spirit of death, but now he has thousands of life charms, even if he takes out one, it's impossible.

All in the previous consumption empty, now encounter this kind of thing, Zhao Feng really don't know what to do.

Zhao Feng forced himself to calm down, in this case, the most taboo is panic.

As long as the spirit of death doesn't kill himself, he still has hope. What's more, doesn't he still have foreign aid? What he needs to think about now is how to escape from the hand of the spirit of death.

As long as he does that, he has a chance to live.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng's eyes flashed a fierce light.

"Well! It's all right. I'll kill you first and use it as an appetizer. I'll bury it in my dead place and see if I can turn it into a good living creature. The loss this time is too big. "

A breath of death came from Zhao Feng's back. His whole body was cool. From his back, every inch of Zhao Feng's skin was gradually unconscious.

"It's now, the sword comes out."

A flash of silver, with some blood, Zhao Feng directly fell to the ground.

Unable to pay attention to the physical pain, he ran straight to the distance.

Looking at the clothes with blood in their hands, a look of great interest appeared on the hands of the spirit of death.

"Sure enough, it's tough enough! This kind of talent should be able to cultivate some different dead creatures! "

The reason why Zhao Feng was able to escape from that thing was that he was cruel.

If the spirit of death grabs him, he will directly cut off the part he grabs. Only in this way can he leave a life.

Zhao Feng's head is really running towards the dead, and the second dead spirit suddenly appears in front of him.

"When I first came here, I used this human as a gift. How about it?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng's heart was cool. There were wolves before and tigers after!

The two spirits of death are enough to go against the heaven. It's really speechless to put down one's position and stop him now.

"Boy, use it."

However, at this time, the sky suddenly sent out a roar of thunder.

Hearing these words, Zhao Feng's eyes brightened. He knew that it was the Taoist priest who was helping.

"Take charge of thunder on behalf of heaven."

Different from all the thunder used by Zhao Feng before, the thunder he borrowed this time is pure white. It also has an alias, YangLei.

Tianlei is the incarnation of noble and healthy qi in the world, and YangLei is the extreme. This is the evolution of pure YangLei.

It's more pure than Chunyang thunder. Generally speaking, this kind of thunder can't be played by anyone except heaven and earth.

The old man doesn't know what means it is.

This is not the problem that Zhao Feng can think about. What he has to do now is to rush out a way.

Yang Lei congealed in the palm of his hand, forming a small ball. Zhao Feng didn't beat this thing out as before. He was looking for death.

Now, the only thing that he can do is to threaten the two spirits of the dead. It's just the little thunder in his hand. If he goes out, it will certainly hurt a spirit of the dead.

But he did not have the means to defend himself. Between the injury of the spirit of death and his own small life, Zhao Feng resolutely chose the latter.He put the hand that gathered thunder in front of him and rushed to the dead spirit in front of him.

The spirit of death's face was stiff. His big words had been spoken before. At this time, he avoided. Isn't he beating his face?

But if let him hard connect this Yang thunder, he also doesn't want, as the incarnation of heaven and earth, thunder this thing is also very restrain them.

Not to mention Yang Lei, he is not in a complete state, so after that, he may take half a day's life, and there are three strong men of the human race.

If he was injured, he might be sealed today. He didn't want to live in darkness for hundreds of years.

In his indecisive this moment, Zhao Feng has come to him, see the voice of Yang Lei, he retreated.

Get out of the way and let Zhao Feng pass.

And the spirit of death behind Zhao Feng, seeing this scene, the air of death around him was a bit strong, and he scolded a waste secretly. However, the next moment, he seemed to think of something, and the air of death became active obviously.

The imitation of human face, the corner of the mouth, but also a touch up.

When he arrived at the border, Zhao Feng turned around without saying a word and threw Yang Lei out of his hand.

The spirit of death, who gave way at the beginning, was immediately hit. The pure white Yang Lei was constantly agitated on the body covered with black dead air.

In an instant, his body became illusory, even faintly, with a sense of transparency.

Zhao Feng a Leng, Yang Lei, unexpectedly so strong? He could see that the spirit of death had been badly damaged.

He can still remember the powerful legends about the spirit of death before, but a little Yang Lei is about to kill this thing. Zhao Feng can't help but raise a little doubt.

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