961: C961 Wake up Again

C961 Wake up Again

The Spirit of Death was furious. He had never thought that one of his own kind would die at the hands of this little Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

One should know that humans had already developed talismans that could kill people. This same kind of person was the first victim.

Originally, he had taken him in because he wanted to fight against the Life Wiping Talisman, resist the humans, and even spread the Death Wiping Talisman to the entire Underworld.

But now, everything turned into bubbles. He had seen the Life Talismans before. Using tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of talismans to create a formation and wear down the death zone was as simple as playing around.

If there were two spirits of death, it would be fine. They could share the burden for a bit and then break the array. After all, the grade of the Life Symbol was too low. It only looked like it had just entered Foundation Establishment.

But now, it was too late. He had even seen the day he had been worn down by humans.

Zhao Feng had already used all his strength to kill this Spirit of Death. Once he was disturbed by the Qi of Death, he fell to the ground. He felt weak all over. It was as if there was a huge rock pressing down on him, making him unable to catch his breath.

"You're the only one left, how dare you act so arrogantly? Do you really think we don't exist?"

At this moment, a golden word appeared in front of Zhao Feng, helping him resist the endless death Qi.

Without the Howling Moon Wolf King, it would be easy for these three to deal with a Death Spirit. Even if they weren't at their peak, it was still the same.

Seeing the golden word 'suppress', the Spirit of Death looked at the sky with hatred.

"If I want him dead, none of you can protect him."

As he spoke, he reached out a hand towards Zhao Feng's chest, completely ignoring the word 'suppress'. This kind of thing could at most cause him some damage.

If it was during normal times, he would naturally avoid it. But now, it was different. Zhao Feng had to die.

This was not only because Zhao Feng had angered him, but also because Zhao Feng had angered him. It was also the charm of life.

Thousands of talismans. Even he didn't want to offend them. As for how long it would take Zhao Feng to draw these talismans, he still remembered the last time he saw Zhao Feng. Only a few dozen at best.

Seeing this scene, a wave of unwillingness rose in Zhao Feng's heart. He never thought that he would still die even after killing a death spirit and resolving the crisis.

"Bastard, how dare you?"

Even if the three human experts wanted to save Zhao Feng, there was nothing they could do. They were too far away, and the Death Spirit itself was no weaker than them.

The arm that was filled with black Qi reached toward Zhao Feng's head. The golden word 'suppress' suddenly slammed into the arm.

However, it was useless. Apart from slowing down the movement of the Spirit of Death, there was nothing else.

At this moment, Zhu Huai, who was under Zhao Feng's body, moved. A silvery white light appeared on their bodies and sent Zhao Feng to the side of the three human experts.

After doing all this, Zhu Huai turned into a ray of light and disappeared from Zhao Feng's arms. He turned back into a talisman. He had used up all his Vital Spirits and could no longer move freely in the outside world. He could only return to the talisman first.

"Zhu Huai, good job."

Zhao Feng's vision turned black, and he fainted.

Seeing this scene, the Death Spirit Qi's teeth itched. "This beast, I will kill it sooner or later."

It could be said that the hatred the Spirit of Death held towards everyone wasn't much less than Zhao Feng's. It could be said that today's series of events wasn't just Zhao Feng, Zhu Huai had exerted a great deal of strength as well.

If it wasn't for Zhu Huai, Zhao Feng would have died in the hands of those Death Souls. Without Zhu Huai, the Death Spirits wouldn't have died, and Zhao Feng wouldn't have been able to escape his attack.

Seeing the three human experts walking away from Zhao Feng and looking at him with hostility, the Death Spirit knew that it wouldn't leave now. That's really bad: "I have lost this time. However, don't be complacent. The human race should have already fallen into chaos!"

The Death Ground Spirit left behind a sentence that had no end. Then, it turned into a wave of black gas and swept up a nearby black wooden stick. Then, it directly disappeared into the boundless land of death.

If Zhao Feng was still conscious, he should be able to recognize it. The wooden stick that the Spirit of Death had taken was the thing that the two thieves had thrown at the start of the battle.1

The middle-aged man wanted to give chase, but he was stopped by the other two human experts. "The Spirit of Death is strange. If he doesn't want to fight, we won't be able to catch him in the middle of the death zone. Let's first take a look at this kid's situation! Foundation Establishment to exterminate the dead, I don't even dare to think about it. "

The young cultivator's face was full of helplessness. He didn't know why, but perhaps he felt that he was inferior to a Foundation Establishment brat and could kill the Spirit of Death.

However, the three of them, who had already surpassed the Nascent Soul Stage, couldn't even chase after a Spirit of Death. They had truly wasted so many years of cultivation.

"How do we deal with this kid? After killing a Death Spirit, won't we have to address him respectfully as the War Marquis in the future?"

The middle aged man's mouth was filled with disbelief.

"Who knows? Let's bring him back first! " No matter what, he saved one of us. We have to accept this favor! Besides, he is a member of the bamboo forest. "

The old man sounded a little sad. He saw that Zhao Feng was very close to him. He thought that if Zhao Feng didn't have a master, he could still accept Zhao Feng as a disciple and pass on his mantle to him. He never thought that Zhao Feng would accept Zhao Feng as a disciple and pass on his mantle to him. He was a disciple of the bamboo forest.

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When Zhao Feng woke up again, he felt sore all over his body. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath as he looked at the bamboo tree above his head.

This time, he had suffered a huge loss. Not only had he lost so many life talismans, he had also almost died.

Sure enough, it wasn't that easy for a cultivator to break through. If he wasn't careful, he would die and his Dao would disappear.

Not far away, on a wooden table, a figure was lying on it. That was his cheap senior sister, Xia Yuxin.

"Where am I?! Zhao Feng was a little puzzled. Where are Gu Ya and the others? "

To be honest, Zhao Feng preferred to see Gu Ya and Bai Hui than Xia Yuxin. They were his acquaintances in the Underworld.

Although Xia Yuxin's senior sister seemed close enough, she was still a bit lacking compared to Gu Ya.

However, this was not the time for him to be picky. Just based on the fact that the other party had saved his life, Xia Yuxin was his senior sister for the rest of his life.

Perhaps because he was too tired, or perhaps because he was not vigilant, Zhao Feng got off the bed and walked to Xia Yuxin's side, causing a commotion. Xia Yuxin did not even wake up.

Zhao Feng did not wake her up. He dragged his tired body and slowly walked out of the bamboo house.

Just as he thought, there was a bamboo forest outside. He also knew where he was.

A gust of wind blew over. Zhao Feng felt a chill on his body. He looked down and felt a little uncomfortable. Apart from some bandages, he was not wearing anything else on his upper body.

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