Gao Wu Arrives

At the foot of the mountain, everyone was lamenting Lin Feng's forbearance and ruthlessness.

Many were whispering, feeling like they had gone wrong.

I thought that Lin Feng was dead, and it was impossible to turn the tables. His hope was vague, almost the same as nothing, but his counterattack hit everyone in the mouth.

"Don't be too happy, there is still a senior!" Xue Shihang snorted coldly, and finally couldn't help it, reminding everyone that it was not over yet.

People were startled.

"Yes, there is another powerful demigod..."

People saw that at the position of 1,200 feet in the mountain, the two figures were facing each other, and they did not continue to shoot.

"Senior Xiao Liang is afraid..." Someone whispered.

As soon as these words came out, a group of people rolled their eyes and said, "Nonsense, can you not be afraid?!"

The half-sage who had just been with him was killed, and anyone who changed it would be shocked.

People frowned, the situation is now, once again confusing, how will it develop, can Lin Feng still live? Still get caught?

Now, no one can be sure, and those who have spoken out earlier have been slapped in the face.

There are also some people who have climbed the mountain and rushed towards the corpse of the saint. They are very bold, and their eyes are full of greed and fiery.

Such a corpse, since Lin Feng can collect it, so can they!

These people draw tigers and cats, learn from Lin Feng, sacrifice Taoist tools, and use Taoist tools to motivate them, wanting to collect the corpse of the saint.

"Buzz!"

A water-blue jade bottle slashed through the air, zoomed in rapidly, could be three or four feet in size, and burst out with powerful suction.

But in the end, with a bang, it shattered, and the corpse of the saint didn't even move.

At the same time, there were a few more people who were separated by a distance and shot one after another, offering Dao artifacts, but the results were all unsatisfactory, and they all failed.

"In such an area, everyone's strength is suppressed, and they can't be as flexible as they are in the outside world..."

"Forget it, let's go back, don't take risks!"

Some people backed away. After all, this is the corpse of a saint. If it is not good, it will risk their own lives.

There are only a dozen or so people, very bold, and they approached further, trying to see if they could put the saint's body in, and they were unwilling to give up just like that.

"Fellow Daoists, help me!" shouted a young man with a jar made of multicolored glass on his head.

Four or five people came to him and urged him with all their strength, and the jar suddenly shined brightly, crystal clear, giving people a sense of sacredness.

This is a semi-sacred weapon, and it can be said to be powerful.

Under the strong suction, the corpse of the saint began to tremble, and finally vacated and flew.

The young man's eyes suddenly showed joy.

But at this moment, with a bang, someone behind him shot, and a black light between his fingers hit the multi-colored glass jar. This semi-sacred artifact was not injured, but shook slightly.

A terrible thing happened, the suction was unstable, and the corpse of the saint fell down and landed in front of several people.

"Damn..."

Those people's eyes were terrified, and the hairs on their bodies stood upside down. They noticed that a few drops of black blood splashed and came towards them with a strange magic power.

They wanted to dodge, but their bodies seemed to keep calling, standing there, unable to move.