Chapter 408: Take it all

Uh uh uh……
His face couldn't help but twitched fiercely, feeling the earthquake-like shaking under his feet, the dead king stiffened his head, and turned his head to look to the side, but he saw that he had completely changed people next to him.
The old man Poison King disappeared. Instead, the monster Yang Feng had appeared in front of him inexplicably.
So quickly, it appeared without any notice at all.
In other words, is this person Shu Ling or the Emperor of War?
Why don't you come up with a spell, but directly fight melee? And his melee power is too abnormal.
Gurgle!
Unable to stop swallowing and spitting, the gray old face of the King Corpse was instantly scared.
The gurgling smoke and dust were still floating around, Yang Feng stood proudly next to the corpse king, expressionless, while the corpse king was trembling slightly, not daring to move.
After a while, the smoke dissipated, and the weak body of Poison King appeared at Yang Feng's feet.
But at this moment, his eyes turned white, he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and his teeth had broken a lot.
Master! "
Seeing this scene, the Five Poison Boy could not help being shocked. He came to the Poison King with a sad look, knelt down and wept bitterly: I’m sorry, Master, it’s all the disciple’s fault, the disciple brought this monster. You died so unjustly... Oh, you are not dead yet, but you are hurt so badly, ohhh! "
Wudu Boy tested the breath of the poison king, and he was still alive. He felt a little comforted, but he still cried thinly.
Yang Feng ignored her, just turned his head to look at the dead corpse king who had been silent, and said lightly: He let me show off, I show off, do you want me to show off? "
Uh... Actually, this matter is not my business. You must have heard it just now. The old man has just rushed back from the field. He hasn't returned to the chief teacher for nearly a hundred years. I don’t know what this old thing is doing! "
Rubbing his forehead, the corpse Wang Cancan smiled.
After Yang Feng thought for a while, he was right: Okay, there is nothing to do with you here, so be nosy and get out! "
Eh!
Nodding humbly, the king of corpses trot all the way and was about to leave, but just before leaving the door, his eyes condensed suddenly, he turned around suddenly, hit his hands, and shouted: the twelve-rank top technique, the five-line corpse imperial formation ,what! "
Huh huh!
In an instant, when the space fluctuated, golden figures flashed out together. There were as many as five people, all of them emitting a powerful aura. In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng's limbs and head were controlled separately.
Suddenly, Yang Feng couldn't move.
Seeing this, the corpse king couldn't help laughing: boy, you have been fooled. Although the old man has had a relationship with the Poison King, it is about the honor and disgrace of the holy religion. How can the old man stand by? Don't forget, the old man is also one of the four guardians of the Holy Fire. No matter what you are here for, what kind of brother you are looking for. It's so easy for you to kick the sacred flame brand. How can we see people when we go out? "
Old boy, I didn’t expect you to be quite teachable. I have a sense of responsibility. I appreciate it! "
With a sneer, Yang Feng curled his lips indifferently: Just do you think that with these five dead bodies, you want to restrain me? I would underestimate Lao Tzu. "
Huh, dead body? They are not ordinary dead corpses, they were all the third-tier top powerhouses before their deaths, and the most famous generations in the world. In the past hundred years, the old man ran away from dozens of sects, secretly dug dozens of graves, and risked being chased by those justice sects, and finally gathered these five peerless bodies. After being carefully refined by the old man, not only can they retain their strength before alive, but the body is more than ten times stronger than before. "
With his head raised proudly, the king of the dead said: Now the five of them join forces, and there is almost no one in the world. This is the old man's life-saving killer. Now in order to deal with you, you should be honored to use it in advance. "
Huh, this is the killer? Then your life is really fragile! "
Smiling contemptuously, Yang Feng sneered without a trace of panic.
When the corpse king saw this, his face sank: kid, don't be too arrogant, if you know how famous they were before they were alive, you won't say such arrogant words. Just like the one holding your left leg now, it was the peerless strongman who passed away 50 years ago and has been in the world for 280 years, Feng Lei Men, Pili Shou, Duan..."
Bump!
However, before he finished speaking, Yang Feng shook his body and waved his fists. The five corpses were immediately crushed to debris. Like a pile of glass slag, it is scattered all over the ground.
Uh!
The body was stagnant, and the small expression of the corpse king that was still awkward, suddenly solidified.
Yang Feng patted the dust on his body, walked to the front of the corpse king, and said with a wicked smile: What did you say about the thunderbolt, what is it? Sorry, I accidentally broke him, ruining your nearly a hundred years of hard work, will you blame me? "
Hmm...No, I think this is a private matter between you and the old guy, Ghost King, and the old man is still inconvenient to participate. Excuse me, I'm leaving now! "
His face twitched slightly, the King of Zombie wiped the cold sweat on his head, smiled brightly, then turned around and wanted to go out, but he didn't have time to take a step.
bump!
With a loud noise, Yang Feng slapped him directly on the back of the head, and then slapped him into the wall, disdainfully said: You say you fight, you fight, if you don’t fight, you don’t fight? If you lose, pat your and run away and you will be fine? Is Lao Tzu such a talkative person? cut! "
Rolling his eyes, Yang Feng curled his lips with contempt.
Half an hour later, the poison king and the ghost king were sealed by Yang Feng with Xuan Bing. They sat in rows and leaned on the steps under the holy fire, sighing uncontrollably.
Their faces were black and blue, and obviously I do not know the limits and this must go to the storm beating.
What a shame, what a shame. As the patriarch of the sacred religion, he was beaten like this in his own territory. I am really ashamed of the ancestors of the sacred religion, alas! "With a long sigh, the Poison King wanted to cry without tears.
The corpse king glanced at him obliquely, and couldn't help but hum and said: Who can blame this? Don't blame you, the old fellow, who has eyes and no beads, and provokes powerful enemies, will humiliate the Saint. The old man said earlier that you are not worthy of being a leader. Never thought that the holy religion was not destroyed in the hands of the ghost king, but in the hands of your poison king, damn! "
How can you blame me? I don't know anything. I don't know who his brother is. "
You don't know, people come to you to settle the account? Didn't you provoke it? "
Why did I provoke it? I never provoke it! "
Okay, Master, Master, stop arguing, I caused this! "The Poison King jumped his feet in a hurry, but the Five Poison Boy listening to the side raised his hand with shame, and said tremblingly.
Seeing this, the two old guys couldn't help but mute.
After a while, the corpse king cursed again: Old things, look, isn't this the trouble caused by your apprentice? You are really a disciple. "
How can I teach my followers? She must have made small mistakes occasionally without knowing it. "
Is this still a small mistake? It has caused such a big disaster, and it has hit the door of the house, and you are still protecting your apprentice, huh! "
Glancing at him fiercely, the corpse king looked at the Five Poison Boy and said: Little girl, how does your master usually teach you? Did you teach you how to fight and kill? Uncle Master, I will tell you today that Jianghu is not about fighting and killing. When kidnapping tickets in the future, you should be more tactical about who should be and who shouldn't be tied up. I feel a little forced to count! "