The Dragon from Hell

After he finished speaking, the ground in the dense forest suddenly began to shake.

The shaking was so large that Gongsun Hao and others were caught off guard.

The soil and gravel on the ground jumped up in the shaking, and a strong aura came overwhelmingly.

The two cultivators looked at Qin Feng in horror, and they could feel that this breath came from Qin Feng.

The violent fluctuations of spiritual power made the air seem to be distorted, and they seemed to be able to smell the breath of death at the tip of their noses, ready to explode!

Didn't they say that he had become a useless person? Why was his aura more terrifying than before?

And inexplicably, it reminded them of the lunatics they met in the mountains and forests.

But those lunatics were at least in the Nascent Soul stage, and Qin Feng was already in the Nascent Soul stage?

No, this was impossible.

Although they were just casual cultivators, they also practiced diligently for nearly four hundred years before reaching the Golden Core stage.

Now that they are only in the early stage of the Golden Core, their cultivation has already stopped, and they can only accept the recruitment of the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion and stay in the secular world as a bodyguard.

Talent can never be completely compensated by hard work.

Especially in the matter of cultivation, a talent can never be caught up no matter how hard you try.

Otherwise, who would give up being an elder of the immortal sect and run to the secular world to be ordered around?

However, what they can't do, Qin Feng can't do even more.

He is a mortal bone, and his posture is even worse than his own. It is a blessing from heaven that he can practice.

Before, they had already felt incredible when they saw Qin Feng's cultivation in the Golden Core stage. After all, a mortal bone has a limited life and talent, and the foundation-building stage is already the ceiling of a mortal bone.

But Qin Feng has already reached the Golden Core stage.

Now they have to accept that this mortal bone has only been in the mountain for a few days, and he has jumped from the early stage of the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage. Nothing they say can be accepted!

But Qin Feng's aura couldn't deceive people. The powerful aura made it difficult for them to even breathe.

They could sense the crushing of realm strength. Qin Feng's cultivation was definitely not just what it was when he entered the mountain!

Seeing that they didn't move, Gongsun Hao felt ashamed and even more angry: "What are you still standing there for?"

"This kid is just bluffing. Do you really think he is a peerless master?"

"I tell you, if I don't get this kid's head today, I will make you look good!"

Gongsun Miao urged them to continue in a very domineering manner. The two cultivators were forced to no choice but to grit their teeth and draw their swords.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed, but his feet didn't even move.

He waved his hand in the direction where the two cultivators came from, and a fire dragon came towards him in an instant.

Before, he needed complicated spells and hand gestures to control this fire dragon technique.

To put it bluntly, the pre-swing was too long.

Even if he had the proficiency of Bai Huaqing and could greatly shorten the pre-swing, it was still not as good as it is now. However, in the blink of an eye, with a thought, the fire dragon came out like clouds falling from the sky, directly reflecting the entire dense forest in a fiery red.

Seeing the huge fire dragon coming towards them, the two cultivators seemed to be able to feel the breathing and eyes of the fire dragon. They had never seen such a lifelike fire dragon.

It was obviously a product of the evolution of magic, but the fire dragon seemed to have its own life. When it opened its bloody mouth towards them, they seemed to smell the blood in the fire dragon's mouth.

Knowing that it was an illusion, they were uncontrollably afraid.

The most important thing was that Qin Feng's move instantly revealed his cultivation.

Or he had never wanted to hide his cultivation from the beginning.

Because these people had no chance to reveal his true cultivation.

The overwhelming aura brought a wave of heat, like the fishy wind in summer, which made people breathless. The throat was filled with dry heat, and breathing was painful.

The two monks had good cultivation. They raised sword energy with two swords at the same time and chopped at the huge fire dragon's head.

The long sword chopped it up, and sparks flew instantly.

But they forgot that this fire dragon was originally condensed by flames.

The flames can be extinguished, but they cannot be cut off.

The long sword was burned red the moment it sank into the fire dragon's head. The heat spread very quickly and was transmitted to the hands of the two in almost the blink of an eye.

Before they could react to the burning in their hands, the cut-off flames had merged together again, and the fire dragon rushed in front of them, and they were seen flipping over.

The flames fell on them and burned instantly.

The swords of the two people had already slipped out of their hands and fell to the ground and rolled. The spiritual energy shields that protected their bodies melted the moment they touched the flames, and the two people almost instantly turned into fireballs.

"Ah!"

The two rolled on the ground in pain, flames rolled up wherever they went.

They were not Qin Feng, and they were not gifted.

When facing Qin Feng, when they saw the fire dragon appear, the horror in their hearts had made them timid.

Because of this little bit of timidity, they had no power to fight back in the face of absolute strength.

It was far less than the desperate blood courage when Qin Feng faced Liuxia at that time.

If he lost this courage, he would have lost half before he even started.

Not to mention, even if Qin Feng was not in the Nascent Soul stage now, they would never be Qin Feng's opponent.

In the face of such a gap in strength, the fate of the two people was already doomed.

Seeing the two cultivators he brought turned into two big fireballs rolling on the ground, Gongsun Hao was stunned and his face turned pale for a while.

He never thought that Qin Feng was not only alive under such a thundering thunder, but also had no signs of disappearing his cultivation.

And it looks... even stronger!

Looking at the two monks rolling on the ground, Gongsun Hao's previous arrogance disappeared without a trace.

A huge sense of fear came over him, and he felt the breath of death again.

Qin Feng looked at him with cold eyes, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue and licking his back, cold and suffocating.

At that moment, the remaining seven or eight guards were as scared as him.

After all, Qin Feng's power was not something that mortals like them could touch.

Under such circumstances, Gongsun Hao didn't even have the courage to escape.

He looked at Qin Feng tremblingly, and found that Qin Feng's attention was not on him now. He gritted his teeth and set his eyes on Zhong Jiamu beside him.

Qin Feng and the others came to find Zhong Jiamu, and now Zhong Jiamu has become his only bargaining chip for escape.

He pulled out the long sword of the guard beside him, and the next moment he put it on Zhong Jiamu's neck: "You, you, you, stop it! If you don't stop, I will kill him immediately!"

After speaking, Qin Feng looked at him: "Are you threatening me?"