955: C955 Yang Lei

C955 Yang Lei

"The bamboo forest? That kid has such a background?"

The young man was stunned for a moment. The bamboo forest was not powerful, but no one dared to underestimate it. It was because most of the bamboo forest's cultivation techniques were wood-type.

It was able to treat the injuries that many cultivators could not cure, just like the plague poison in Xia Yu's heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that Xia Yu Xin happened to be the group of people who weren't skilled in wood type cultivation techniques, they wouldn't even need to find someone else to treat them. With a single move of the Vital Spirit, they would be able to cure the poison.

There were many experts who owed this branch a favor. Hence, although this branch wasn't very strong, no one dared to rashly provoke it.

Just like what was said before, among cultivators, the most taboo thing was to owe a debt of karma. Many experts were fighting to return the favor to the bamboo branch. Who would dare to offend this branch?

"Alright, you guys leave quickly. I can only say that I will try my best."

The young cultivator did not dare to say anything. It was good to owe a favor to the bamboo forest, but he had to do it!

Zhao Feng was now in the hands of the Spirit of Death. As long as that thing used its strength, Zhao Feng would die. Under such circumstances, no one dared to guarantee it.

It was possible that you didn't even finish your sentence. The Death Spirit had crushed Zhao Feng to death. How was this even possible?

Zhao Feng's head was constantly calculating in his heart. It was better to ask someone than to ask him for help. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for him to place all his hopes on the human experts. He had to save himself as well.

However, there was nothing in his body that could affect the death spirits. If he hadn't handed over the thousands of Life Talismans to the Death God earlier, he would have died.

In front of the Spirits of Death, he might have been able to protect himself for a while. However, with him now, let alone the thousands of Life Runes, even if he took out one, it would still be impossible.

He had already used up all of his energy previously. Now that he had encountered such a situation, Zhao Feng really didn't know what to do.

Zhao Feng forced himself to calm down. In this situation, the worst thing he should do was panic.

As long as this Death Spirit did not kill him, he still had hope. Furthermore... Didn't he have external help? What he needed to consider now was how to escape from the hands of the Spirit of Death.

As long as he could do this, As long as he could do it, he would have a chance to survive.

As he thought of this, an ominous glint flashed across Zhao Feng's eyes.

"Humph! Forget it, I'll kill you first as an appetizer and bury you in my death zone to see if I can turn you into a creature of death with good aptitude. The loss this time is just too great."

An aura of death came from the back of Zhao Feng's heart. His entire body felt cold. Starting from his back, every inch of Zhao Feng's skin was gradually losing consciousness.

"Now is the time. Bring out your sword."

A silver light flashed, bringing with it some bloody light. Zhao Feng fell to the ground.

He couldn't care less about the pain in his body. He immediately ran away.

Looking at the clothes that were still stained with blood, the Death Spirit's hand was filled with interest.

"As expected, he's quite ruthless! With this kind of talent, you should be able to cultivate some different creatures of death!"

The reason Zhao Feng was able to escape from that thing was just one word, ruthless.

If the Spirit of Death grabbed him, then he would cut off the part that was grabbed. Only in this way would he be able to keep his life.

Zhao Feng's head was running out of the Death Domain. The second Spirit of Death suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I've just arrived, so I'll use this human as a gift. How about it?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng felt a chill in his heart. This was truly a wolf in front and a tiger in the back!

The two Spirits of Death were both heaven defying objects in that place. It was really hard for them to say anything if they were to lower their heads and stop a nobody like him.1

"Kid, take it and use it."

However, at that moment, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the sky.

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He knew that it was the old man in the Taoist robe who was helping.

"It's the Heavenly Palm Thunder."

It was different from all the lightning that Zhao Feng had used before. The lightning he borrowed this time was pure white. This thing had another alias: Yang Lightning.

Heavenly Thunder was the embodiment of the world's righteous aura. Yang Thunder was the pinnacle of it. This thing could be considered as the evolution of Pure Yang Thunder.

It was purer than Pure Yang Thunder. Generally speaking, it was purer than Pure Yang Thunder. Generally speaking, no one could unleash this kind of thunder other than the birth of heaven and earth.

No one knew what method that old man had used.

This was not a question that Zhao Feng could think of. What he needed to do now was to find a way out.

Yang Thunder condensed in his palm and formed a small ball. Zhao Feng didn't strike this thing out like before. It was courting death.

The only thing he could do now was to threaten the two Death Dao Spirits. The only thing he could do now was to use the small ball of Yang Lightning in his hand. If he used it, it would certainly hurt a Death Spirit.

However, he didn't have any means to defend himself. Between the injury of the Spirit of Death and his own life, Zhao Feng decisively chose the latter.

He placed the hand that had gathered lightning in front of him and rushed towards the death spirit in front of him.

The Spirit of Death's face stiffened. He had already said his big words. Wasn't he slapping himself in the face when he tried to avoid the attack?

However, he wasn't willing to take this Yang Lei head on. As the embodiment of the righteous aura of the heavens and earth, thunder was actually very effective against them.

Not to mention Yang Thunder. He was not in a complete state to begin with. If he continued like this, it might take half a day of his life. Beside him were three human powerhouses that were eyeing him covetously.

If he was injured, he might be sealed today. Living in darkness for hundreds of years was not what he wanted.

While he was indecisive, Zhao Feng had already arrived in front of him. When he saw the constant sound of Yang Lei, he retreated.

He immediately stepped aside and allowed Zhao Feng to pass through.

When the Spirit of Death behind Zhao Feng saw this scene, the death Qi around him became even thicker. He cursed silently at the trash. However, in the next moment, it seemed to have thought of something, and the Death Qi became lively.

The corner of its mouth, which was mimicking a human's face, also had a hint of a smile on it.

When he arrived at the border, Zhao Feng did not say anything. He turned around and threw out the Yang Thunder in his hand.

The Spirit of Death that had made way at the beginning was instantly hit. The pure white Yang Thunder kept surging on the body covered by the black death Qi.

In the blink of an eye, his body became illusory. In fact, he even had a faint feeling that he was transparent.

Zhao Feng was stunned. Yang Lei was this strong? He could tell that the Spirit of Death had been severely injured.

He still remembered the powerful legends about the Death Spirit. However, a little bit of Yang Lightning was about to kill it. Zhao Feng couldn't help but suspect something.

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