Even Wu Feng himself couldn't figure out what the corpse-subduing ruler was from Wu Feng's hand. It's been many years since Mao Ying, the founder of Maoshan, and by chance, he came to Wu Feng's hands. Not to mention that Wu Feng didn't know what kind of treasure it was, even Taoist Qingfeng, who had lived a long life and the most orthodox descendant of Maoshan, didn't know what the corpse-subduing ruler was, let alone the culprit Weng who came from afar from Siam.

At that moment, when he saw the corpse-burning ruler in Wu Feng's hand, he sucked all the evil spirits surrounding Wu Feng's body, Weng Chai immediately stopped and did not dare to take another step forward. The reason why he hesitated was because he couldn't understand why the black ruler in Wu Feng's hand had such magical powers. Once an ordinary person was attacked by his evil spirit, he would inevitably be taken away and died. The young man in front of him had just turned the black one.

When I took out the ruler, the black air in my body disappeared and was completely sucked into the ruler. After sucking all the evil spirits on Wu Feng's body, the ruler also showed a strange white, which made people beware. Since the ruler could deal with the evil spirits on Wu Feng's body, it would inevitably cause fatal damage to him. Weng Chai looked at the corpse-suffering ruler in Wu Feng's hand, and for the first time he showed a hint of timidity on his face.

Taking advantage of Weng Chai's moment of being stunned, Wu Feng supported the ground with one hand, leaning against a tombstone behind him, and stabilizing his body. However, the palm that he had fought with Weng Chai just now was too sharp and damaged his meridians. He couldn't relieve his energy for a while. Although the Yin and Ghost Aura on his body was absorbed by the corpse-subduing ruler, the pain in his body could not be controlled. Wu Feng's face was extremely embarrassed, and he kept coughing, and blood foam kept spraying out of his mouth. He took a few breaths before he could barely stop.

Weng Chai was about ten steps away from Wu Feng, and he just stared at the corpse-burning ruler in Wu Feng's hand, and did not dare to move forward rashly for a moment.

Wu Feng held the corpse-screw ruler. When his injuries gradually stabilized, his mind was constantly moving around. He thought to himself that it seemed that this master and his friends said, which was extremely difficult to deal with. He had just fought with him and was seriously injured and had to think of a proper way. At present, the master and his elder brother were both indecisive. Once he was beaten to death by the master, the master and his elder brother would never survive. If he couldn't do it, he couldn't die just like this. Even if he died, he would have to die a little value. At least he had to accompany him on the road.

But I am like this, so it is not easy to kill this surrender master. If this surrender master comes to me like this, it will be hard to say whether I can live.
Chapter completed!