Seeing this, he whispered in pain: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die... It's all my fault, damn the immortals! Damn it!!"
clang!
A spark as big as a fist flew up from Xu Feng's back. Xu Feng just looked at the sergeant coldly. A red lightning shot out and blasted the man away. The sergeant was hit by the little dragon and vomited blood. His bones were shattered, but he was not dead.
Bang!
With one punch, he knocked the other centurion to the ground. A strong wave of fighting spirit directly knocked away several sergeants who surrounded him and were fighting for their lives. However, they soon struggled to get up and rushed forward again with red eyes.
Seeing this scene, Xu Feng's spiritual consciousness moved, and an invisible wave radiated out and concentrated within a radius of a hundred feet.
Those members of the Hook Claw tribe, including the sergeants and those below them, screamed in agony and fell to the ground, unable to get up. Finally, they fainted.
Almost all of the 100-man team fell to the ground under the impact of Xu Feng's spiritual power.
Xu Feng strode towards where the hook claw punishment was.
"Bang!"
The other centurion was so stubborn that he did not faint, so Xu Feng knocked him to the ground with another punch. When he was about to stand up, a big foot that seemed to be made of fine steel stepped him into the ground.
"What on earth is going on?"
Xu Feng frowned and asked Gou Zhua Xing, who was unable to move and seemed to be possessed by a demon.
At this moment, Gou Zhua Xing was a completely different person from before. He no longer had that gloomy look on his face. It was as if he had been awakened by Xu Feng's special melody and had escaped from some kind of "control".
All these signs indicate that they should be controlled by the black shadow man or the "immortal clan".
However, are there no traitors among the human race?
Xu Feng couldn't be naive and speculate that he was the one who wanted to know the truth from Gou Zhua Xing.
If it was really the immortals who were manipulating the situation behind the scenes, then he really couldn't kill them.
Subjective willingness is one thing, being forced is another.
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault...I'm the one who harmed my people...I'm the one who harmed my people..."
What made Xu Feng speechless was that the hook claw torturer seemed to have lost his mind and could only mumble to himself, without any response to his questions.
Xu Feng shook his head and decided to just ask the immortal himself.
After knocking the other centurion of the Hook Claw tribe unconscious with a kick, Xu Feng stepped over the Hook Claw and walked towards the strange formation that was constantly absorbing blood and merging into the ground. Since the shadow man was hiding and would not come out, Xu Feng simply lured him out.
If he didn't want to expose his spiritual power in front of this suspected immortal, this would most likely expose his identity.
Almost no one knew that Xu Feng had entered the Wilderness, but he was not sure whether the immortals here were connected to those in the Xuan Realm, so he could only be more secretive.
Standing in the dense forest, Xu Feng looked around, and with a sneer on his face, he walked directly into the formation set up by the black shadow man.
Swish!
The next moment, Xu Feng suddenly woke up as if from a dream. Looking around, he saw a world filled with white fog.
There was white fog everywhere and nothing could be seen.
Just faintly, there were bursts of soft music in his ears, and a slight feeling of dizziness came with it, as if there was a voice in Xu Feng's heart whispering to him to give up the stubborn resistance in his heart.
It seemed as if something was gently rubbing and humming in Xu Feng's ears.
The devilish sound was soul-captivating. Xu Feng was very familiar with this sound.
It is indeed the immortal clan.
In that case, I'll play with you to the end.
In the dense forest outside the formation, Gou Zhuaxing slowly raised his head and looked forward. In his eyes, Xu Feng's soul had been captured since he entered the formation. He was motionless and had a dull expression, just like those strong masters in their tribe.
He could feel that wisps of blood and energy in Xu Feng's body were constantly flowing into the underground formation, and Xu Feng's vitality was gradually dissipating.
Seeing this scene, the sadness in Gou Zhuaxing's eyes became even more intense, but he remained motionless, with a look of despair on his face.
"How can the human race defeat the immortals... There are so many immortal gates, and there are countless immortals. They can't be killed. The blood will eventually dry up... The hot blood will eventually cool down... The human race has no way out... It's gone..."
He didn't know that in the vast expanse of white, Xu Feng was walking slowly forward, curiously observing the formations around him, while gently fanning the floating white mist with his hands.
His expression was calm, as if he was not affected at all by the confusing voice.
This is a place of spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness has left the physical body and entered the spiritual space created by this formation.
With the cultivation level of the shadow man, it should be difficult for him to set up such a powerful and complex formation. It seems that there must be a formation master behind this immortal.
At this moment, a golden light condensed out of thin air with a violent whistling sound pierced through the layers of thick fog and appeared in front of Xu Feng, piercing straight into his forehead. It was so fierce that it seemed to be mixed with the power of heaven and earth, making people feel like submitting.
The powerful feeling of oppression and the violent fluctuations of Yuanli made Xu Feng feel as if he was facing a great being in the Dao realm.
However, Xu Feng did not care about the powerful golden light at all, but casually raised his hand and pointed towards the white mist somewhere behind him.
Click!
With a burst of sparks, a golden disc hidden in the white mist appeared out of thin air and was lightly touched by Xu Feng.
Then, cracks appeared on the golden disc like glass, and it shattered with a bang.
"Pfft! Impossible!"
A sound of vomiting blood mixed with a scream of panic came from the white fog, which made Xu Feng curl his lips into a sneer.
In the dense forest outside the formation, Gou Zhuaxing suddenly looked up and saw Xu Feng, who had been motionless, suddenly raised his hand stiffly and mechanically. A golden disc covered with runes suddenly condensed in mid-air, and was shattered by that finger the next moment!
He opened his mouth in shock, with an expression of disbelief. He had seen that disc before and even knew that it was the magic weapon of the immortals who controlled their people!
But even the chief of their Hook Claw tribe had never been able to do what he saw from beginning to end, and he couldn't even force the golden disc out of the air.
But the captain of the Hanyu tribe did it!
How is this possible?
Outside the formation, a black shadow slowly emerged, looking at Xu Feng who was standing still, and said coldly: "Interesting, it can resist my soul-stealing fairy sound and find the heart-controlling disk in the formation. Hehe, it's a good material for refining a clone."
As he spoke, the shadowy figure changed the hand seals with his hands, and countless light golden lights gathered towards him from all directions, and a domineering and sharp aura emerged around him.
The fluctuation and momentum of this Yuanli have already approached the peak of the Immortal Essence Realm of the Immortal Clan, comparable to the peak Soul Essence cultivators of the Xuan Realm, and equivalent to the Bone Tempering Realm powerhouses of the human race in the Wilderness, but much more powerful than Han Yelan who is at the initial Bone Tempering Realm.
However, despite his strength, he revealed a sense of weakness and emptiness, as if the black shadow man's cultivation was a little strange.
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