The reason for this situation is that when Lao Liu was forcing the sky thunder, a branch of the sky thunder hit the body of the turtle spirit. The nine heavenly thunder, the most powerful and yang, can eliminate all evil existences in the world. This turtle spirit obviously should not exist in this world, and will naturally be punished by the sky thunder. The classics are updated the fastest

The seventy or eighty black-haired zombies arrived immediately and rushed towards Elder Xuanwu under the guidance of Wu Feng's Maoshan Emperor Ling. At this time, the turtle spirit showed its might. Its huge golden body shook and made a scream similar to a cow. This scream scared Wu Feng. Its spirit should not be able to make sounds, but it made a sound. This proves that the old turtle's Taoist practice must have reached a certain level, the two of the ancestor's grandfather's two

The Thousand Years Bat King has lived to this day for at least a thousand years. Under the protection of his ancestors, there has been no trouble. He has lived well. This old turtle is obviously not so lucky. When it died, it was probably three or five thousand years old. It was equivalent to the cultivation of a thousand-year-old bat for five or six hundred years. Unfortunately, it died. It is now a spirit body, and the Taoist practice has been reduced by at least half. Otherwise, once it appeared, I would not know how many times it had died.

Even so, the power of the turtle spirit cannot be underestimated. After it roared for a lifetime, its heavy and huge body moved forward slightly, and a powerful aura suddenly drifted away, shaking the zombies' bodies trembled all over, and their jumping steps were suddenly messy.

Wu Feng was extremely weak, but he still had to use the only little spiritual energy left in his body to control these black-haired zombies. He was already trying hard to support him. At this moment, he was shocked by the turtle spirit and suddenly burst into cold sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

How can I resist it? It’s a pity that I don’t understand your Maoshan magic and can’t help much. Seeing you fighting here, I can only be anxious. I’m really useless. Doctor Xue Gui said with some annoyance.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Doctor Xue Gui, stretched out a hand, patted Doctor Xue Gui's arm, and comforted: It's okay, I can resist killing this Elder Xuanwu, and we can go out alive. No matter what, I have to persevere until the end.

At this moment, Wu Feng even spoke with a weak voice, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless. Supporting this technique, it was obvious that Wu Feng's remaining spiritual power would be exhausted.

However, Wu Feng had no intention of giving up, because giving up means death. Not only did he die, but even Doctor Xue Gui and the two children were going to die. Old Liu finally used his life to win them a chance to survive. In any case, Wu Feng would not disappoint Old Liu's expectations.

When Wu Feng thought of Lao Liu, he felt a stinging pain in his heart, and there was endless anger. Anger and hatred were the source of Wu Feng's strength. A little true energy was squeezed out from his dantian again. Wu Feng gritted his teeth and gently shook the Maoshan Emperor Ling in his hand again. The group of black zombies cheered up again, and a black air spurted out from his mouth, and rushed towards the Turtle Spirit and the Xuanwu Elder.
Chapter completed!