If your cultivation level is lower, your spiritual sense will be relatively weaker, and you will not have such powerful predictive ability. The more advanced the spiritual sense is, the more sensitive the sensing it will be. You can't even avoid it if you want to. Faced with this situation, Wu Feng's mood of turning his head to escape from here becomes more obvious. This is an instinct. Knowing that there is a powerful existence that he cannot resist before, there will be an unknown idea in the depths of his soul that reminds him to avoid it quickly. He is covered in cold sweat and his mouth and tongue, which is a serious warning to Wu Feng in advance.

Just like when people see dark clouds all over the sky, and the air is filled with a sense of humidity and earthiness, they feel that they must go home soon to hide from the rain. This is the easiest truth.

After taking a few deep breaths of the bloody air in the hall, Wu Feng forced himself to calm down and recited the meditation formula several times in one breath. The feeling of panic and fearfulness improved slightly, and his legs could also listen to his orders. Even though he knew that the road ahead was extremely dangerous and life and death were uncertain, Wu Feng decided to continue moving forward because there was no way out, and it was really gone. The iron door of the hall was shaken open by his three palms, and even the dome was shaken down.

The corpse-burning magic ruler and Maoshan Emperor Ling in their hands were still restless. No matter how Wu Feng recited the magic formula to comfort him, they could not stop and simply let them go. He had to continue walking forward with these two magic weapons.

After leaving, it was just a cup of tea. In the middle of the hall, Wu Feng saw a denser array pattern than before. The patterns were more profound and difficult to understand. When he arrived here, Wu Feng's steps slowed down a little. He looked at the trend of these array patterns with curiosity. These array patterns were becoming more and more complex, showing a loose surroundings and a denser layout as they reached the middle. Not far away, Wu Feng also saw something, which seemed to be a statue. Unlike the countless strange Maitreya Buddhas in the hall, this statue was obviously not Maitreya Buddhas. Wu

As Feng walked, he looked at the statue and found that the statue was too strange. It was a statue that had never been seen in any temple or Taoist temple. It had eight hands, four legs, a hideous and ugly face, crooked mouth, wide eyes, and grinning. It was a hundred times ugly than the zombies outside. Especially those eight hands, which had various twisted shapes. Only when a person's arms were broken can he make such strange movements. As for those four legs, it was even more impossible to describe it in words. Anyway, as long as it was a human, he would never make such strange movements.

This thing makes people feel uncomfortable when you see it. The evil ghost Rakshasa that ran out of hell is probably better than this one.

Especially those eyes, one big and one small. No matter what angle you stand at, it feels like it is staring at you with a cold and evil gaze. It feels so irritating in my heart. Wu Feng can't figure out what this monster is, and it seems that he can only call it a monster. Although people's characteristics and facial features are all transformed, I really don't understand what Li Lao Ni is thinking in his mind. Is it to put such a thing here to scare people?

Just as Wu Feng stared at this ugly and weird sculpture, the corpse-subduing ruler suddenly vibrated violently again, even stronger than before, and the buzzing made his hands numb. The little red dot at the end of the tail did not even flash, and it was red directly. The reflected Wu Feng's face and the strange statue were red, looking even more strange and inexplicable.
Chapter completed!