I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 2137 Source of Power

The reason for this situation is that when old Liu Tou forced the sky thunder just now, a branch of the sky thunder hit the tortoise spirit. Obviously, this turtle spirit should not exist in this world, so it will naturally be punished by the sky thunder.

The seventy or eighty black beasts arrived in no time, and under the guidance of Wu Feng Maoshan Diling, they rushed towards Elder Xuanwu. At this time, the turtle spirit showed its power, and its huge golden body shook. It uttered a cry similar to that of a cow, and Wu Feng was startled by this loud cry. Ordinarily, the spirit body should not be able to make a sound, but it did, which proves that the old tortoise's The Taoism must have reached a certain level. The two thousand-year-old bat kings of the ancestor grandfather have lived for at least 1000 years. Under the protection of the ancestor grandfather, there has been nothing wrong with them. This old tortoise is obviously not so lucky. When it died, it was estimated to be three to five thousand years old. Its Taoism is equivalent to five or six hundred years of cultivation for a thousand-year-old bat. It is a pity that it died. Now it is a spirit body, and its Taoism is at least It was cut by more than half, otherwise, as soon as it appeared, I would have died many times.

Even if it is like this now, the power of the turtle spirit should not be underestimated. After it let out a roar for a lifetime, its bulky and huge body moved forward slightly, and a powerful breath suddenly wafted out, shaking the bodies of those zombies. His whole body trembled, and his jumping steps were suddenly chaotic.

Wu Feng was extremely weak, but he still had to use the little bit of spiritual energy left in his body to control these black beasts. He was already trying to hold on, but now he was shocked by the turtle spirit, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Can't help but let out a muffled snort.

"How is it? Can you still stand it? It's a pity that I don't understand your Maoshan skills, and I can't help you. Watching you fighting here, I can only be anxious. This old man is really useless. "Ghost doctor Xue said with some annoyance and self-blame.

Wu Feng took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Ghost Doctor Xue, stretched out a hand, patted Ghost Doctor Xue's arm, and said in relief: "It's okay... I can still stand it... kill this Xuanwu Elder, we can get out alive, no matter what, I will persist until the end..."

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

However, Wu Feng has no intention of giving up yet, because giving up means death, not only his own death, but also ghost doctor Xue and those two children. Old Liu finally used his life to win them a life. Chances are, no matter what, Wu Feng will not disappoint old Liu's expectations.

Thinking of Old Liu Tou, Wu Feng felt a stabbing pain in his heart. At the same time, there was endless anger. Anger and hatred are the source of Wu Feng's strength. A little true energy was squeezed out of his dantian again. Wu Feng Gritting his teeth, he lightly shook the Maoshan Emperor Bell in his hand again, and the group of black people cheered up again. At the same time, a puff of black air was emitted from their mouths, and they rushed towards the turtle spirit and the elder Xuanwu together. .

(End of this chapter)