In the center of the crowd,
Jin Wuming's stiff body lay there quietly.
His eyes were wide open, filled with despair and anger, as if he had encountered something horrible before dying...
"Amitabha!"
The ancient Buddha in monk's robes sits cross-legged with his hands folded, chanting Buddhist scriptures
Lu Ning stood aside with a gloomy look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
“Get out of my way!!!”
Lin Feng forcibly dispersed the crowded crowd and came to the central area.
After seeing Jin Wuming's eyes wide open after his death,
He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
This old senior was very nice to him!
From the first time we met in the Secret Realm of the West Sea, he was very friendly.
Later, when he was surrounded and attacked by many sects, Senior Jin Wuming resolutely stood up and threatened to support him!
"When we separated last night, everything was fine..."
Lin Feng felt cold all over, and felt that there was a foul air in his heart that was difficult to expel.
At this moment he was sad and angry!
Suddenly I want to kill someone!
"Lin Feng, you're here!"
Lu Ning spoke out.
"What exactly happened? How could Senior Jin die in the Dead Soul Swamp?"
Lin Feng looked grim.
"The specific circumstances are unclear, but judging by his injuries, he was easily crushed. He barely put up a fight before being killed. His soul was shattered..."
Lu Ning said slowly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's expression became even more gloomy, and his whole body was filled with uncontrollable murderous intent!
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