Liao Xiaoniu's throat surged. Wu Feng's eyes were so scary. The murderous aura emitted by his whole body was even more cold than the cold air in the corridor. He didn't dare to breathe, for fear that Wu Feng would even kill himself when he went crazy.

Obviously, Liao Xiaoniu's worries were unnecessary. The murderous aura on Wu Feng's face gradually faded away and finally returned to normal. His hand holding the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword slowly dropped down. He glanced at Master Mo Yun's corpse lying on the ground, and a look of sadness appeared on his face. After a moment, several yellow paper talismans suddenly appeared from his arms, and they stuck them on Master Mo Yun's head and limbs, and then silently recited the spell. After a while, a blue flame appeared on Master Mo Chen's body, which burned wildly. In just a moment, Master Mo Yun's body was burned into a pile of ashes.

Then, Wu Feng took out the bamboo tube with water on his body, poured out all the water inside, and put the ashes of Master Mo Yun in one handful, saying to himself: Master Mo Yun cannot stay in such a dirty place. I want to take him back to Xingguo Temple and leave it to Master Mo Chen for good burial.

Soon, Wu Feng finished burying Master Mo Chen's ashes, hung them again on his waist, and walked towards the depths of the corridor with a calm expression on his face.

Liao Xiaoniu saw that behind Wu Feng's calmness, there must be a storm. I don't know when the strong wind will rage and kill all directions.

Therefore, Liao Xiaoniu did not dare to say anything, for fear of annoying him now, so he just followed Wu Feng not far or near and continued to follow this unknown road.

In such a passage without seeing the sun, there is no concept of time at all. No one knows what time it is now. It has been a long time since he fell into the secret passage. As he continued to move, Wu Feng suddenly became very worried that Old Liu had come. He didn't know where he was taken by the little demon girl. The secret passage he jumped into was not the same place as Old Liu fell into, and he didn't know if there was any connection. If Old Liu fell into a passage full of mechanisms like him, it would be hard to imagine whether Old Liu was still alive.

The corridor became colder and colder, but fewer people were hanging on both sides of the corridor. The long corridor seemed to be about to come to an end again.

Speaking of which, this place is somewhat similar to the cave where the ancestor grandfather lived on the hillside of the Broken Soul Cliff, but it is not as terrible as it is now. Although he has been there for more than a year, Wu Feng has never wandered around in the cave. He practices both in addition to practicing qigong every day.

At this time, Wu Feng suddenly thought of his ancestors. If he hadn't taught his own magic, he would have died many times until now.

After walking a while, I could no longer see a living dead person hanging on the wall. Only two rows of blue flames extended far away.

Suddenly, Wu Feng seemed to hear someone talking, coming from a very far place, and at least a few hundred meters away. As soon as he heard this sound, Wu Feng immediately stopped and pulled out the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.

Why didn't you leave? Liao Xiaoniu, who was behind him, stopped when he saw Wu Feng, asked.
Chapter completed!