Martial arts supreme

Chapter 269 Black Eyed Ye Feng
The black cat is not sucking Ye Feng's blood, but the vitality in his dantian.

Strangely enough, Ye Feng's dantian has two masses of gas, one is vitality and the other is the yin and death gas.

But the black cat seems to have a spirit, it just sucks the vitality in Ye Feng's dantian, and it can always avoid the yin and death.

As the vitality of Ye Feng's dantian became less and less, the green eyes of the black cat became more emerald green, and there were two green glows emitting in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the vitality in Ye Feng's dantian became less and less, and without the suppression of vitality, the already aroused yin and death energy twisted and turned faster and faster.When only [-]% of the vitality in Ye Feng's dantian was left, the black energy suddenly raged and accelerated the twisting speed, directly breaking through the package of vitality.

At this moment!The black cat suddenly raised its head and jumped to the side with bristling hair, and stared at Ye Feng with those green eyes.

At this moment, the black threads that were originally floating down from the sky showed obvious signs of stopping, as if something terrible was not allowing the black threads to fall.

Bu Daozi, who was sitting on the right hand of the stone statue, suddenly opened his eyes, showing horror and deep incomprehension.Afterwards, Bu Daozi looked up at the sky for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't understand what happened. He turned his eyes to the battlefield below, and closed his eyes again with a cold smile. The black silk floated down again, continuing to control nearly [-] puppets below.

No matter what, Bu Daozi never expected that at this moment, Ye Feng, who he thought was dead, had undergone earth-shaking changes.

If you can see through Ye Feng's body, you will find that the yin and death energy is rapidly circulating in his eight extraordinary meridians, and the viscera and organs are rapidly failing.

Streaks of black blood gushed out from the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, but Ye Feng remained motionless, no different from a dead person.

But the black cat at the side has its black fur bristling upside down, like a hedgehog covered with barbed thorns, those green eyes staring at Ye Feng seem to have seen something terrible, with a gloomy light of extreme fear .

Now Danzong's square has become a sea of ​​corpses.Under Bu Daozi's control, the number of Gu Yezong's disciples decreased sharply, from the initial 6000 to less than 6000, and then quickly decreased from 500 to [-].

Zhang Jie, who was fighting with his disciples, was covered in blood all over his body. This blood was his own, and more of it was splashed by the puppet.And Gu Yezong's disciples were already red-eyed, every time they swung their swords, a line of blood would splash in the air.

The bloody killing continued for another quarter of an hour. When the number of Gu Yezong's disciples shrunk to less than 3000, a gloomy voice overwhelmed the roar and roar.

"It should... be over."

Bu Daozi suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Gu Yezong's disciple with a vicious look, stood up suddenly and raised his hand to grab the sky, only to see the mist in the sky surging and rolling, and the black lines in the mist quickly When Bu Daozi's hands pressed down, the black mist surged down and quickly penetrated into the body of Gu Yezong's disciple.

This instant!Everyone in Gu Yezong trembled suddenly.I don't know what happened to the 2000 people. After the trembling, their bodies froze. Even Zhang Jie, who was holding a big knife, threw away the knife with a clang. Gradually it turned black.

Not only Zhang Jie was like this, but gradually all the disciples of Gu Yezong's eyes turned black, their expressions were dull, and they took the weapons out of their hands, and fell into the pool of blood with a clang.

The Taoist puppet who had rushed towards Gu Yezong suddenly stopped and stopped attacking Zhang Jie and others, as if they regarded more than two thousand disciples of Gu Yezong as the same kind.

Bu Daozi, who was standing on the right hand of the stone statue, let out a sigh of relief, lowered his hands and put them behind his back.As Bu Daozi stopped kneading, the falling black threads slowly floated back into the white mist. At first glance, they looked the same as they were in the early morning, but...a little lighter.

"En! The team brought by Ye Feng is not bad. If it wasn't for me to control the puppets, maybe they would have killed them all in the end." Bu Daozi didn't go to see the early warriors of Gu Yezong. Instead, he glanced at the faces of the three hundred mid-stage chivalrous men, nodding and murmuring in his heart.

However, at this moment, Bu Daozi suddenly frowned because the soft meow of a cat suddenly came to his ears.

The cat's meow was so soft and feeble that Bu Daozi thought it was an illusion, but the next moment Bu Daozi suddenly raised his head and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The originally calm black threads in the sky suddenly started rolling rapidly. At this moment, the sky seemed to have turned into an ink painting.At the moment when Bu Daozi was puzzled, a shrill cat meow suddenly sounded, making Bu Daozi tremble.

"Bu...dao... son! Do you...want...to be a puppet...?"

This word suddenly came from behind Bu Daozi. It seemed that it did not come from a human mouth, but more like it came from hell, full of coldness and death.

In an instant, Bu Daozi's complexion turned pale, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead. When the hairs all over his body stood on end, Bu Daozi felt as if there were a pair of extremely terrifying eyes looking at him behind him.

Turning around slowly, Bu Daozi's eyes suddenly widened when he saw a person and an object three meters behind him, and an indescribable fear instantly filled his eyes.

"Ye...feng! You...your eyes..., no! Impossible, you...you are already dead." Bu Daozi felt his scalp go numb, and his Taoist robe was soaked in cold sweat instantly.

The person standing behind Bu Daozi and speaking was Ye Feng. At this moment, Ye Feng was pinching the black cat's neck with his right hand, his expressionless blood-stained hair was fluttering from side to side, and his eyes could be seen through the bloody hair. It turned black too.

"You...want...to...become...a puppet...?" Ye Feng's bloody lips moved slightly, and for some reason his words were intermittent, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and had forgotten how to talk verbally. .Moreover, Ye Feng's eyes no longer had a trace of emotion, and he stared straight at Bu Daozi.

"You... why did your eyes turn black? It's impossible. Your soul is not included in the 720 puppets I control. You... you are not Ye Feng, you... who are you? "Bu Daozi's face was as pale as paper, his body was already shaking violently, and even his voice became sharp.

Before Bu Daozi's voice dissipated, four whistling sounds came from all directions. The four Taoist priests who had never participated in the battle stood in four directions on the huge alchemy furnace, frowning and staring at the four directions. Ye Feng with black eyes.

"I think...you all want to...be a puppet?"

(End of this chapter)