alien war

The magic power was about to be activated, but another voice was heard behind him.

"I'd like to see what a marvelous spell it is."

The cold voice was somewhat familiar.

"Master Feng..." Seeing Feng, Zhan Zhao was indescribably surprised.

"Get up!" Feng turned away Zhan Zhao, who turned his head to look at him, with an attitude of 'I'll clean up you later', and came to the Celestial Master.

He stepped on the shattered chest of the Celestial Master, and the few remaining sternum seemed a bit overwhelmed. "How did you get this spell?"

The celestial master was trampled until he couldn't breathe, and the broken bone might have penetrated into his internal organs, but his arrogance remained undiminished: "What are you, dare to come..." Before he could finish speaking, he kicked harder. Stomped on the front door.

"Impolite bastard." Feng couldn't help being a little annoyed that a mere human dared to reply like that.

"Lord Feng, please calm down. He collected the pieces of the jade ring, and the curse should come from the jade ring." Zhan Zhao knew Feng's temper, and was worried that he would strike too hard and the celestial master's life would be lost.

"Shut up! Stand aside."

Seeing this, the man holding the straw at the side hurriedly gave Zhan Zhao a hand, and pulled him to his side: "Don't worry, he has his own measure, and you maintain your magic power, don't move around."

"Yes." Although he was casually holding a straw in his mouth, Zhan Zhao had to obey the black crow's rarely serious face.

Feng continued to speak: "Since ancient times, human beings who tried to get involved in the mysterious demons have never had a good end, and you are the same. Don't think that no one can do anything to you after you have melted the magic power. If you bump into me, you will be considered unlucky."

Without waiting for the Heavenly Master to react, Feng leaned over and thrust his right hand straight into his chest, as if he wanted to take out something. .

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... , but Tianshi's body couldn't move no matter how much he struggled.

"It's beyond self-control to dare to come out to challenge with such little ability." Feng only used the Exorcism Seal lightly to control all his magic power, which made Feng a little disappointed. "You don't need to live anymore."

As the screams intensified, Feng slowly withdrew his palm, and amidst the dripping blood and minced meat, the bluish-gray object was tightly held.The celestial master was killed immediately, and the ghost soldiers who had lost their magic supply were also paralyzed and hopeless.

Feng wiped his hands with Tianshi's clothes, then stood up straight, and announced to the two behind him with arrogant eyes that this matter was over.

With the relaxation of the mind, the body that had been stretched to the limit collapsed instantly, and Zhan Zhao fell to the ground weakly.The black crow beside him was about to help him up, but he saw Feng picked up Zhan Zhao's back collar and dragged him to a thicker tree.

Zhan Zhao was thrown under the tree, his unhealed back was leaning against the tree trunk, he looked up at the two long-lost old friends, and stretched out his tightly twisted sword eyebrows: "Master Feng, Lord Black Crow..."

"Crack—" The iron chain hit Zhan Zhao's body fiercely.

With a black face, he was more irritable than ever: "The magic power I left for you is to save your life, not for you to use it to kill your life!"

Zhan Zhao, who was hit by the iron chain, didn't seem to be surprised, and still replied softly: "Master Feng himself said that you can use it when you need it."

'Crack ---' a heavier note.

"Stop playing tricks on me!" Feng suddenly felt that setting this precedent for Zhan Zhao was the worst thing he had ever done in his life, and he wished he could slap himself a few times.

"This is not lip service, Zhan Zhao is just following your lord's orders." Zhan Zhao still looked at Feng innocently.

The iron chain in Feng's hand swung again, but Zhan Zhao leaned firmly under the tree and looked at him, with no intention of avoiding or resenting him.

The iron chain was still powerlessly put down, Feng Shi had nothing to do with people like Zhan Zhao.

"How does your lord plan to deal with that jade ring?" Seeing that Feng had no intention of hitting again, Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows and talked about the business.

"Seal it away in any uninhabited place, this thing has been contaminated with the turbidity of the world, and it can't be brought back to the underworld."

"Don't do this! If it falls into the wrong hands again, the world will be in chaos!" Zhan Zhao's expression changed and his brows furrowed again. If it wasn't for his physical inconvenience, he might have already slapped the ground.

Facing Zhan Zhao's yelling, Feng pulled his face down: "Then what do you say? Now as long as I remove the seal, it will disappear immediately and regenerate in an unknown place."

Zhan Zhao stared at the ball of gray ash in Feng's hand, his face darkened, and suggested. "If Master Feng has no better solution, then please implant it into Zhan Zhao's body. Zhan Zhao's demonic body should be able to bear it."

That deadly stubborn face was no different from what it was three years ago, Feng knew very well that if he didn't show up just now, Zhan Zhao must have decided to do so.

Seeing Feng's uncertain face, Hei Ya knew that he was having trouble again, so he hurriedly came up to smooth things over: "Zhan Zhao, don't worry, we have our own way to solve this problem, let's heal the wound first." Then he quietly poked Feng lower back.

Feng sternly put the ball of green ash into his bag, squatted down again, carefully looked at the blood-stained body, and asked after a while: "Have you brought any medicine?"

"I brought it with me, I don't know if it's still there." Zhan Zhao lowered his head, the front of his front was slit, and the medicine bottle might be lost.

Feng couldn't help but tore off all of Zhan Zhao's coat and inner clothes, first to make it easier to find the medicine bottle, and second to prevent the wound from sticking to the clothes.Although he has tried his best to lighten his movements, due to his extremely poor technique, several wounds that were bonded first were torn apart...

"Be patient, I've never healed anyone's wounds." In the blood-soaked and tattered clothes, Feng took out the bottle of medicine and brought out another thing at the same time.

"What is this?" Black Crow, who was helping at the side, quickly picked it up.It was a small satin bag, and the green background was almost soaked in blood. "It's still delicious, can I eat it?"

Feng stretched out his hand to grab it, and indeed smelled a faint fragrance of jasmine. "Women's things." Glancing at the fine embroidery on it, she threw it aside and began to apply medicine to Zhan Zhao's wounds.

Zhan Zhao's injuries were mainly concentrated on his right shoulder, left arm, front chest, and back shoulder blades, etc., and almost all of the wounds were cracked due to strenuous exercise. There is still a long way to go before recovery.