Chapter 2209： Power of hell (1/2)

Next, Chen Feng stayed here for a long time before absorbing all his **** power.

At this time, Mokoro was completely burned out.

Chen Feng stayed for a while, and after he was completely familiar with the use of the power of hell, he let out a sullen breath: ”Now, it's time!”

”I have been able to use the power of hell, and the Ninth Sword at Eight Desolation Stations is no longer unattainable to me. Now, it's time to leave.”

Seeing the concerned eyes of Han Yu'er and Uncle Dao, Chen Feng breathed a little, and said, ”Don't worry, I'm fine.”

However, his voice was still full of weakness.

Uncle Dao said: ”Young Master, what's the matter with you? I feel that you are not seriously injured now, and you don't lose a lot of lifespan like the last time, but you are really very weak.”

Chen Feng smiled and said: ”It's nothing, but you can't use any strength within half a month.”

”What? Can't use any strength within half a month?” Uncle Dao said in shock immediately: ”After you use this knife now, will you have to pay such a huge price?”

Chen Feng nodded.

”Your sword is so amazing, so tyrannical, that even a strong man in the Martial Emperor Realm can be killed by a half-step. With one move, you only need to rest for half a month, and you don’t need anything else. In fact, it counts. It's already very cost-effective.” Uncle Dao said.

Chen Feng smiled and said: ”That's right, without this cut, I'm afraid I would still die several times!”

Moreover, he softly corrected and said: ”Actually, this half-month period is not about rest, not recovery.”

”Oh? What is that?” Uncle Dao asked in surprise.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand, and when Uncle Dao saw it, he was shocked.

It turned out that Chen Feng's right hand was already filled with black air at this time, pitch black as ink, and looked terrible.

Moreover, this black energy continued to penetrate into Chen Feng's body at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, his right forearm had already turned into a dark color.

”What is this?” Uncle Dao looked at the black air, his eyes narrowed, feeling unspeakable fear.

The black air seemed to be extremely tyrannical, and he felt that he was about to be cut at a glance.

And when he stared deeply, he felt an extremely tyrannical, at the same time an extremely domineering, extremely cruel force, rushing toward him extremely fiercely.

He took two steps backwards directly, with a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He was extremely shocked: ”What kind of power is this? I just look at it, and I'm going to suffer a heavy blow!”

Chen Feng slowly uttered four words: ”The power of hell!”

”What? The power of hell?” Uncle Dao cried out in shock.

Chen Feng asked, ”Have you heard of Uncle Dao?”

Uncle Dao nodded slowly: ”I have indeed heard that it was a long time ago. I met a strong man in an experience, listened to him chatting, and then talked about the power of hell.”