891: C891 War Marquis

C891 War Marquis

"Three of you, please wait a moment. I have something to say."

Just as the three Death Sentinels were about to leave, the young cultivator called out to them.

"What else do you want?"

The old man holding the scroll looked at this person.

The young cultivator hesitated for a moment, then said to the three Death Watchers, "I have something to say. It might be related to the changes in the Death Zone in the entire Underworld."

“ "Oh! Speak!"

"I say, old teacher, why are you wasting so much time? It's just a little kid in the Nascent Soul Stage. What's so important about it? " Hurry up and go in. See if you can bring back the death zone that has just been transformed. That's the proper thing. "

At this moment, the bearded middle-aged man who looked like a blacksmith couldn't wait any longer. The death zone had just been transformed. If they could do it properly, they would be able to return the dead man to normal.

However, this was only limited to the recently transformed death zone. This was also the function of the death zone's monitoring. If they were to delay for a while longer, it would really be too late.

"It doesn't matter. It won't take long for us to say a few words. Furthermore, the death in this area isn't very dense. It will take some time for us to completely transform into a death zone."

Right at this moment, the woman who hadn't spoken all this time suddenly spoke.

Her voice was like a clear oriole, causing one's mood to involuntarily improve after hearing it.

Two against one, the result was already very obvious. The bearded man could only restrain his temper and look at the young cultivator.

Zhao Feng only saw a light green talisman in the young cultivator's hand. His heart skipped a beat. He suddenly had a bad feeling. This man had just saved his life!

The young cultivator bought it for him just like that?

"Seniors, please take a look. This is a talisman that the young friend next to me took out. Just now, we encountered the Spirit of Death. This young friend gave me a few talismans like this, and together, we killed the Essence of Death of the Spirit of Death."

Zhao Feng cursed in his heart. He knew that this young cultivator had indeed sold him out.

"Hmph! What nonsense are you talking about? The Spirit of Death is a talisman that can barely reach Foundation Establishment. What kind of joke is this? I guess you mistook it for the Spirit of Death just because you met an ordinary life form. Old teacher, Xia Ji, let's go! "It's a waste of time here."

The bearded man snorted coldly and flew towards the death zone.

However, at this moment, the young cultivator suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I swear in my father's name that I didn't lie. That's definitely the spirit of death, it can't be wrong."

The young cultivator said with a serious expression.

"Hmph, your father, who is your father? Does he have anything to do with us? Hurry up and get out of the way, this is not a small matter. No one will accompany you here to play the game of children playing house."

The bearded man said with a cold snort.

"My father, War Lord."

As soon as he said this, the bearded man started coughing. The other two death inspectors behind him also became slightly serious.

"Ahem, so you are the son of the War Marquis. I was wrong. I am here to apologize to you."

Zhao Feng was stunned. Was there a duke in the death zone? There should be! Otherwise, these three death inspectors wouldn't have shown such an expression. It was just that his level was too low and he couldn't come into contact with it.

Zhao Feng vaguely guessed.

"Iron man, wait for a moment. Let this old man ask a few questions."

The old teacher pushed his beard away and stood in front of the young cultivator.2

The old man bowed and said to the young cultivator, "Since you are the son of the War Marquis, I believe you won't be mistaken. Can you show me this talisman?"

The young cultivator nodded: "Of course."

With that, he handed the talisman to the old man.

The old man looked left and right, then he summoned a Vital Spirit and activated it. In an instant, a thick life force surrounded the old man.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. "So that's the case. It's the life force. No wonder it can suppress the spirits of death. It can wear away the death aura and forge iron. Do you know how great of a mistake you made just now? You almost missed out on such a treasure. "

"Not only that, his effects can also be stacked. I used over ten talismans just now, and this vitality has become even more condensed."

Hearing the young cultivator say so.

The old man was instantly stunned. Behind him, a voice sounded: "This is impossible, no talismans can do this. If we follow your instructions and prepare 100,000 talismans like this, won't we be able to eliminate the threat of death?"

The veiled woman walked over and said coldly.

"What I said is the truth. If you don't believe me, little brother, you should be able to prove it. Right!"

The young cultivator looked at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng cursed in his heart. He knew that nothing good would happen if he greeted him.

Under such circumstances, he had no way to refuse. Whether it was the three Death Sentinels or the young cultivator, they were all people he couldn't afford to offend.

If he lied in front of them, would he still want his life?

He took a deep breath. Zhao Feng walked forward and took out two talismans again. He handed them to the woman who questioned him. "You will know if it is true or not. Try it and you will know."

The woman was stunned. She took the talismans from Zhao Feng and activated them one by one. A surprised expression appeared on her face.

"How is this possible?"

She started to question Zhao Feng. It was not because she had a problem with Zhao Feng, but because she was a master of making talismans. She knew the basic principle behind this.

If she used the same talismans at the same time, the effects might overlap, but there would never be a situation where they complemented each other.

This was just like how a group of bandits worked together. At most, they would scare ordinary people. However, the talisman in her hand was not like this.

It could actually strengthen the power of the previous talisman until it broke through the barrier. This was very strange. She had never seen such a supernatural thing in her entire life.

It was almost able to destroy her worldview.

Taking a few deep breaths, the veiled woman grabbed Zhao Feng's two neighbors. "Such a charm. How much more do you have? Where did you get it? Tell me."

Her fingers were as white as a green onion. They were originally as beautiful as a piece of art, but now, they could almost be used to kill people.

Zhao Feng felt that his arms were about to be broken.

"Big sister, let go. I will say. I will say everything."

Zhao Feng had heard the sound of bones cracking on his arms. It was not a good feeling.

"Sorry, I didn't notice. You're too weak."

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