"Luo Feng, is she dead?"
People came from a distance and saw Luo Feng standing in the ruins, but the woman was missing.
Luo Feng withdrew Di's blood and jumped down from the ruins, "It's not that easy to die. Just now I clearly felt that she still had some strength left, but..."
"But what?" Tong Jiuyou scratched his head anxiously.
Luo Feng looked around at the dark snow-capped mountains, "But for some reason, she suddenly chose to retreat. She seemed to be afraid of something."
"With such a perverted bloodline, is there anyone here that she is afraid of?"
Everyone was confused.
Luo Feng shook his head, "I don't know. Anyway, she is stronger than I thought. My attack just now seemed fierce, but it actually didn't cause much damage to her."
It must be the reason for the warrior god's body.
The body of the God of War has amazing resistance to physical attacks, and its self-healing power is even beyond the reach of the Emperor's bloodline.
Just like the Emperor's bloodline has a very significant effect on Qi resistance, the God of War's body is simply the other half of the Emperor's bloodline.
No wonder Guangyue Shishu had lost so miserably before. This woman's strength had already made Luo Feng feel a little bit scared. I'm afraid she will become even stronger next time we meet.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, a dark figure quietly watched Luo Feng and the others go away. He sighed and said boringly, "I thought this guy could beat that woman to death. It looks like he's still a little short of a firepower. With the Emperor, That guy Wushuang is not on the same level at all."
Behind the black shadow, another woman exuding a dangerous fragrance appeared. The woman came to the black shadow wearing a mask and a white robe, "Do you think he is qualified to join us?"
"Well, how should I put it? I feel that according to our organization's rating, he is still a little behind, but Di Wushuang is definitely qualified and can join our monster camp."
"It's a pity that Di Wushuang refused before, just like Di Longqi did back then," the woman said displeased.
The black shadow spread his hands and said helplessly, "There is no way. People of the Emperor's bloodline have some brain problems and cannot be understood according to ordinary people's thinking. Otherwise, we would not bother to look at the thatched cottage and come to this ghost place."
"It's a pity," the woman sighed as she looked at the direction Luo Feng was going. "It's rare for twins to appear in history. The basic strength of a nineteen-year-old is no more than the early stage of Dragon Peak. If he is at least a Peak Dragon Peak, I will consider following him. They discussed it and admitted him under special circumstances."
"The peak of Dragon Peak is too reluctant. When did our big family become so degenerate that we need someone of this level?" Heiying stood up unhappily and said, "Don't forget, we people can't They are all monsters among monsters. If the one added is too weak, people will die, do you understand?"
The woman glanced at the black figure displeased and said calmly, "Do you know the little sister with the body of the God of War?"
"Yes, I know you," Heiying touched his chin and recalled, "It seems that he was the failed test subject of our organization's pervert. Unexpectedly, he was still alive. The pervert also lied to me before and said that except for one successful test subject, the others were still alive. All of them have been destroyed, tsk tsk tsk, I didn’t expect that there is another one here.”
"Do you believe what that guy said?" The woman sighed, feeling a little headache. People in this organization are indeed monsters among monsters, but it seems that everyone has some psychological problems, as if they don't have any special quirks. Not eligible to be one.
"Let's go, we've finished seeing the excitement here, it's time to get down to business," the black shadow said leisurely as he strode towards the night, "When will Di Wushuang show up? This ghost place is too cold, and I still like the desert. "
... ...
"Luo Feng, why do you look so worried?"
It was rare for all forces to gather together peacefully, but Luo Feng was in a daze on the side. Young Lily came to Luo Feng with the baked cod, sprinkled with precious cumin, and gnawed it.
"It's okay," Luo Feng took it and started eating naturally.
"What are you doing?" Young Lily stamped her feet angrily, grabbing the food from the tiger's mouth, "Give it back to me."
In the end, only the fish bones were left. The angry young Lily's watery eyes rolled around, and she burst into tears.
"There's more here," Feimamon brought his cod to little Lily's mouth, and the little girl stopped crying.
She glanced at Luo Feng warily and quickly ran into the crowd.
"Are you wondering why that guy was scared just now?" Fei Weimen sat upright next to Luo Feng, looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
"Well," Luo Feng nodded and frowned, "I don't know why, but I feel very uneasy."
"for example?"
"For example, the dangers of the road to purgatory are deeper than we imagined. That woman is a warrior god. I can't think of anyone who can make a warrior god fear me. Among us, I really can't think of anyone."
Feimen was stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Isn't this a disguised way of saying that everyone is weak?
But there is no way, facts speak louder than words. Under the perverted suppression of the Martial God Body, their bloodline is indeed not good enough. Only Luo Feng's Emperor's bloodline can compete with her.
What's terrible is that the other party is about the same age as everyone else, and his cultivation has reached the level of a god.
"I always feel that there are more terrifying people here," Luo Feng added boldly.
Feimen was startled, "Impossible, not everyone in this world is Emperor Wushuang."
It's not that Non-emon is jealous and doesn't want to accept reality, it's just the truth.
At around the age of twenty, those who reach the Dragon Peak level are considered to be amazing geniuses, and those who reach the level of divine warrior are considered monsters, unless they have heaven-defying bloodline, such as Emperor Wushuang.
Ke Di Wushuang's predecessor was a body cultivator, and he was an eighth-level pulse gate monster before he was a minor.
"Maybe you are too nervous. Don't think too much. Now let's think about the other coordinates of the Damocles Stone. If we can find them, our practice will be over."
Luo Feng nodded, thinking to himself that he didn't know whether Anan was dead or alive, and now that he was nowhere to be seen, Luo Feng felt that Anan must have been buried.
"By the way," Feiemon suddenly thought of something and looked Luo Feng up and down, "When you fought just now, I noticed that you had more breath. Have you mastered the Shura Field?"
Luo Feng was confused by this question, "Do I have it?"
"Yes, absolutely," Feimen rarely spoke more. Perhaps it was because this life-and-death encounter actually made the two of them much closer.
At this time, Tong Jiuyou came over from a distance and said, "Yes, I feel it too. You should have reached the concentration of murderous aura that forms a Shura field."
"Really?" Luo Feng was surprised and happy that he had mastered the Shura field without knowing it?
"Then how to use it?" Luo Feng stood up excitedly.
"Just release it like murderous aura," Tong Jiuyou demonstrated. A substantial murderous aura rose rapidly, eventually forming an invisible range that enveloped the three of them.
"Try it," Fei Weimen was also very curious about the level of Luo Feng's Shura field.
After all, everyone's initial awakening of the Shura Field is of varying levels.
There are also levels of strength and weakness among geniuses, which are based on the four universal international standards of S, A, B, and C.
It didn't take long for Hitomi Jiuyou to initially awaken, and now she barely reached C, but Weimon and Wei Ya took longer to awaken, and now they are B.
So everyone in Wei Ya came over out of curiosity when they heard the noise.
Luo Feng's face became serious, and he followed Tong Jiuyou's prompts to release his murderous intent.
