After a brief rest, Lin Feng arrived at the edge of the Ghost Realm, mentally reviewed what he was about to do, and then rushed out.
"who?"
The Glutton Armor immediately stood up, and Wang Wu, who was eating fruit behind him, only glanced at Lin Feng before locking onto him again.
"Wang Wu, the Daoist sect has sent me to take you back," Lin Feng shouted.
"I'm not going back." Wang Wu said without looking up, speaking in a thick Shaanxi accent. After saying this, he took another bite of the fruit he had cut and gripped the black-gleaming sickle tightly.
"They said you must go back this time." Lin Feng's expression was stern, brooking no disobedience. "We've already lost more than ten participants here trying to save you. That thing isn't worth losing the rest of us, and besides..."
The Glutton's armor couldn't help but be drawn to it.
"Besides, we might have a better chance to take it back!"
"No, my mother said we must bring the Dragon King back." Wang Wu lowered his head and stood up. His shoes were worn out, his clothes had burn marks, and his arms and chest were covered in ash and black.
"Why."
Lin Feng asked a question.
The Dragon King? My mother? Weren't the stolen items Taoist scriptures?
"The Dragon King saved our family's life!" Wang Wu raised his head and said, word by word, "I don't need your help, I will definitely get it back!"
Seeing the other person take a step, Lin Feng had doubts, but still said loudly, "Your body is already close to its limit. Are you going to keep chasing even if it means exhausting your soul's essence?"
Wang Wu paused, clenched his fists tightly, and continued walking without saying another word.
At this moment, the Gluttonous Armor in the distance retreated a few steps, maintaining the same speed as its opponent, and threw all the plants next to it into the mechanical maw in its abdomen as it retreated.
"Wang Wu!" Lin Feng hissed, "Are you out of your mind?"
As if in an instant, Wang Wu quickened his pace and shouted, "My mother said that if I don't bring the Dragon King back, I'm not allowed to go home!"
Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. Before he could say anything, the Gluttonous Armor in the distance finally spoke up: "Mr. Wang Wu, you've been chasing me for almost thirty years. Aren't you tired at all?"
"Not tired!"
Wang Wu reached forward, but the Glutton Armor easily retreated several steps and continued its devouring motion with exceptional fluidity.
"Aren't you tired? I am. How about I return your things to you?"
The Glutton Armorer took out a wooden dragon head from his chest, held it high as if to show it to Lin Feng, or perhaps to provoke Wang Wu, and said with great disdain, "Gentlemen, I'm a little tired and don't want to play with you anymore. I'll just return this dragon head to you, as long as you promise not to chase me anymore."
As he spoke, the Glutton raised his head and looked at Lin Feng, a faint, insincere smile appearing on his face.
Seeing the dragon head appear, Wang Wu stopped in his tracks, clenched his fists angrily, slowly and forcefully raised the sickle in his hand, and rushed over like a madman.
"Sir, you see, both the Daoist sect and we want to end this matter. Why don't you try to persuade Mr. Wang Wu to end this unnecessary conflict together?" The Gluttonous Armor easily dodged Wang Wu's attack, and as it spoke, it placed the Dragon King's head under Wang Wu's blade again.
Are you from an island nation?
Lin Feng seemed to be deep in thought. The other person had no accent, but their tone was somewhat different.
"Yes, sir." The Glutton Armor readily admitted, then threw a punch from behind the Dragon King's head, striking Wang Wu squarely in the chest.
Bang!
Wang Wu flew out, and Lin Feng seized the opportunity to grab him, holding him firmly in his hand.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Wang Wu, who was firmly under control, became even angrier. He elbowed Lin Feng in the abdomen, dissipating some of the force, then used his back to lift Lin Feng's body and flung him away.
Seeing Wang Wu rush out again, Lin Feng changed his posture in the air and floated a little closer.
“Mr. Wang Wu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this thing was so important to you. Could you please stop and let me return it to you?” The Glutton Armor continued, adopting a humble posture, carefully controlling the slight anger in Wang Wu’s heart.
After listening to what the other party had said, Lin Feng felt a surge of anger. This guy had not only schemed against Wang Wu, but also dragged him into it. It was conceivable that whether Wang Wu held back or the other party escaped, in the end, he would definitely be hated by Wang Wu.
Lin Feng suppressed his anger and shouted, "Wang Wu, come back with me!"
After saying that, Lin Feng stretched out his demonic hand and grabbed at Wang Wu.
The demonic hand intercepted, and just as the spreading black power was about to grab its opponent, several indistinct blades of light appeared in the middle of the demonic hand, then unleashed several sharp beams, slicing the demonic hand down at its feet.
bass!
The sound of the blade slicing through the air was a beat slower, and the sharp edge grazed Lin Feng's senses, leaving the same cut in his heart.
Just then, a whirlwind suddenly swept across the heavens and earth, and a figure emerged from the illusion, striking Lin Feng's cheek and abdomen with unparalleled power.
Bang! Bang!
Lin Feng was immediately sent flying dozens of meters away.
"I never expected you to actually find this place and even obtain your own body. I really underestimated you." A figure flickered, and amidst swirling clouds, Yuan Qixuan chased after him from a cloud of mist: "Too bad, so what if you came? He won't go with you, nor will he."
Lin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, twisted his skull with a cracking sound, pushed the dislocated bones in his abdomen, spat out a mouthful of blood stained with the other's power, and slowly got up: "So, who exactly are you?"
Hunyuan School?
not necessarily.
“Me? I am Yuan Qixuan, hahaha, I’m not lying to you, it’s just…” Yuan Qixuan smiled, his eyes no longer showing the calm and peaceful look before: “It’s just that he died because of his own ambition.”
call!
Yuan Qixuan pushed his palm forward with one hand, and a constantly changing black shadow emerged from the swirling clouds behind him.
"The Impermanent Demon"
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Qixuan moved his feet, and the wind he created swept through the air, producing a series of shrill cries that were indistinguishable between men and women.
"The Formless Demon"
"The Daoist sect actually hired someone from the Evil Yuan Sect to complete the mission!"
"Heh heh, let me see your strength!"
"The true meaning turns into a demon!"
With a roar, Yuan Qixuan's eyes turned blood red, and terrifying red light appeared on his face. With a sky full of demonic clouds, he unleashed a palm strike that swept across the land.
The Cloud-Dispelling Palm and the Wind God Leg are unpredictable; clouds are ever-changing, and wind is formless. If the wind and clouds become demonic, they become the demon of unpredictability and formlessness.
boom!
As the demonic clouds pressed down, the churning air currents had just begun to rise when the clouds roared in the rising wind, opening the gaping maw of a gluttonous beast.
Boom boom boom!
The clouds and mist resembled rivers, lakes, and seas, and the wind was like raging waves. It stirred up a pair of unpredictable and formless demonic eyes, which swept towards the dark figure in the center, causing the heavens and earth to weep.
Wow!
As the wind and clouds dispersed, Yuan Qixuan floated in the air, with an ever-changing and unpredictable aura of wind and clouds swirling behind him. He wore heavy leg armor made of cold iron spikes and hand guards with spiked cold iron in his palms.
Below him, Lin Feng slowly emerged from the dust, his chest armor, which had been sunken, slowly recovering, and he silently raised the Demon Blade in his hand.
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