Chapter 456 (2/2)

Hong shisan, should be dead?

Zhanfeng is ready to take back the soul chain of eroding yuan, let alone a warrior of Dan state. Even in the samsara realm, as long as there are no more than three ways of samsara, no one can fight against him.

This kind of special martial arts is the reward he got after he made great achievements in the underground Yan palace.

But when the soul chain of eroding yuan is ready to be taken back, Zhan Feng suddenly stares round.

The soul chain of eroding yuan disappeared inch by inch, which was like being swallowed up by people.

How could that be possible?

Zhanfeng frantically wants to take back the soul chain of eroding yuan, but he can't do anything about it. He knows that the soul chain of eroding yuan has disappeared completely, as if it was swallowed up by something.

Zhan Feng doesn't know what happened.

The soul chain of eroding yuan disappeared and a man came out.

He, perhaps, is no longer a man.On his face, his clothes and skin were burned to pieces because of the fire of reincarnation. But even if he looked like this, there was a bright smile on his face.

It's like the sunshine that comes out of the clouds after the rainstorm.

This smile is beautiful and dazzling.

At that moment, Zhan Feng even forgot that his enemy was in front of him.

He also forgot why his soul chain of eroding yuan disappeared inexplicably.

He saw only one finger, and the man who had been burned like charcoal raised his right hand.

The right hand, I don't know why, is different from other parts of the body. The hand is as white as jade, and the fingers are delicate.

A finger like that would never appear on a man's body.

A finger poked out, gently, as if dusting, fell on Zhan Feng's forehead.

Zhan Feng even forgot to resist.

He was staring at the man who came out of the fire.

Although her skin was festering and her eyebrows and hair were almost burnt out, her soul stirring eyes seemed to have infinite magic power.

A cold force penetrated into Zhan Feng's body.

Bang -

blood mist was diffused.

Yan Yi emissary Zhan Feng turned into a cloud of blood mist. No one could see clearly what skill the other side used.

The devil, everyone was dumb. They thought that the man was dead.

After a finger, as if has made all the strength, leaf Lingyue suddenly fell to the ground.

”What's the matter?”

A very severe voice came from the sky.

Dozens of envoys in Yan's clothes and a man in black.

On the man's face, he wears a ferocious ghost face.

Even wearing a mask, the man just witnessed Zhan Feng's tragic death.

That strange one finger, let the man for this dare to make trouble in No. 9 Yan City mysterious man more angry.

If ye Lingyue is still awake now, she will surely think of that terrible man, Wu Zhong.

But he is not Wu Zhong, he is the city master of Yan Cheng No.9, Yan Jiu.