Chapter 217 (1/2)

After walking out of the town, he Feng returned to the road.

Across the dense thorny jungle, he Feng entered the jungle again. It suddenly opened up in front of him. It was a path full of weeds.

Tonight, he will spend the night in the dense forest, and he doesn't know if he can meet those expeditionary soldiers.

I hope I can meet him, because in this way, he can solve this journey as soon as possible.

After he Feng walked about two or three miles along the path in the dense forest, he suddenly felt something moving in the forest, rustling.

He thought he met some beast. He quickly spread his spiritual consciousness and searched nearby.

At the moment he opened his spiritual consciousness, he Feng's pupils suddenly enlarged and then contracted. He saw a cleared open space in front of him, dozens of meters away.

A bald head dressed in unknown clothes was doing it there.

He Feng has seen several Lin Zhengying films and knows that the guy in front of him should be the legendary Nanyang headmaster.

It is said that Nanyang head lowering division originated from Maoshan Taoism in Yanhuang. However, because its Taoism is sinister and disgusting, it is not shameful and widely spread in Southeast Asia.

It also has a little influence in the Yanhuang mainland.

He Feng frowned and watched the headmaster practice there.

A gold bowl made of unknown material, which burns Rune paper and blood.

I don't know what little animals are mixed with. In a word, it is particularly disgusting.

But I don't know what he's doing.

He Feng plans to observe carefully for a while, and then make plans.

”Creak, creak, creak...” a series of drops, I don't know what bird language to say, after the spell.

Then, with a wave of his hand, those unknown liquids in front of him were scattered in front of him, forming a large piece of dirt.

It is wet and stands out in the jungle.

On the ground, the weeds and all kinds of small insects that had not been cleaned in time were stained with this thing, and in an instant, they turned into wisps of white smoke and disappeared.

Suddenly, like being attacked by an atomic bomb, all the places hit by liquid became barren and became a barren land.

He Feng felt a little interested when he saw him like this. This thing looks like his corpse melting water. However, his corpse melting water only works on the corpse, but it is of little use to other things.

And this thing is like sulfuric acid. Everything will be ruined if it meets him.

In the air, it suddenly became gloomy, with strands of cold everywhere, and a very strange blue light appeared one by one from nearby.

The blue light fell on the barren land and turned into a figure, a ragged military uniform, a withered body, and the one on the hat badge, although it had become a ghost, was still a shining medal.

They all mark their identity, military soul.

One after another, the empty field was crowded with nearly 100 military souls, but they had to get close from the soil.

A group of people crowded. He Feng looked puzzled. He didn't understand what the headmaster was doing?

It's just a kind of anger in my heart. Any Yanhuang people will be angry with these expeditionary soldiers, these Chinese martyrs and the soul of the army.