This solemn and murderous aura was so fierce that Master Qingfeng, who was holding Zhou Ming, was shocked again. He was very worried that Zhou Ming would still refuse to recognize his relatives like he had just now. He was on guard all over and his true energy was full. He pressed one hand on Zhou Ming's arm holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword to prevent him from suddenly attacking and using the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword to chop himself.

Zhou Ming's calf was bitten by the mastiff just now, and his anger broke. A lot of demonic aura blew out of his wound. The expression on his face was ferocious and weak again. These two expressions appeared alternately on his face, and they changed several times in the blink of an eye, which was faster than the face-changing program in Peking Opera.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming grabbed Master Qingfeng's sleeve and gritted his teeth and said: Master and disciple are almost out of reach, and I can't hold on for long. Now, taking advantage of the unstable formation and the opportunity to escape, I will be completely finished after a moment. My disciple can't control myself now, and my consciousness is only awake for a moment. I won't know anything. You, run away, even if the disciple begs you.

Zhou Ming said the sincere feelings, the muscles on his face trembled violently, beads of sweat rolled down from his face, his eyes were red as blood, and his teeth were chewing, obviously he was using his mind to restrain himself and try not to let the powerful demonic aura occupy his body. With his meager cultivation, how could he compete with the two inner alchemy in his body that had condensed the cultivation of the demon fox for hundreds of years. The ferocious expression on his face became stronger and stronger, and the fierce murderous aura of despising the world flashed in his eyes again.

How can you leave me alone here and let us go together as a master. If you die here, how can I still have the face to live? Let me go here and then take you to break the formation.

After saying that, Master Qingfeng dragged Zhou Ming up and looked up at the flying head that was constantly approaching him and Zhou Ming, and the heavily injured mastiff who had been climbing up from the ground, was about to run towards the periphery of the mass grave.

The moment before the consciousness was about to be re-occupied by the demonic aura, Zhou Ming roared, and used a great force with one hand, slapped the Taoist Qingfeng in the chest. This palm contained internal strength, but did not hurt his muscles and bones. He directly pushed Taoist Qingfeng backwards and flew seven or eight feet away.

Go quickly, Zhou Ming shouted loudly at the direction of Master Qingfeng. As the sound came out, Zhou Ming immediately changed his appearance. The weak look on his face suddenly swept away, becoming fierce and cruel. A white air evaporated from his body again, and even his long hair fluttered. The seven-star Dragon Abyss sword in his hand seemed to have been sensed, and it made a buzzing sound, shaking in his hand. The whole sword body shone coldly, and there was a faint light of lightning and flint flowing on the sword body. Finally, he wandered to the tip of the sword and made a hissing explosion.
Chapter completed!