World Wide Martial Art

The sharp claws roared and surged. Si Tu

Huhu!

Ye Feng's figure flashed, and he accurately resisted the claw shadow attacks with his mental perception. Fortunately, after wearing the Blood God Armor, Ye Feng's agility and strength have been greatly improved, so he can barely resist the huge force of the corpse.

However, the power of artistic conception has been stimulated once, and it is impossible to stimulate it again in a short time.

"Bang bang!"

The corpse followed Ye Feng's figure like crazy, and the sharp attacks followed him like a shadow.

If Ye Feng did not have extraordinary mental power and heavenly body skills, if it were someone else, I am afraid he would have died in such a fierce attack.

"This monster is really powerful. Even though one of its eyes was blown out by Qian Yuan Qi, it can still launch such a powerful attack. Now my artistic conception power is exhausted, and I have no means to kill it for the time being. What should I do? Can I only endure until the next artistic conception power is ready?"

Ye Feng was thinking this, and in a flash, another sharp claw light grabbed his head like lightning.

It was a beat slower in speed, and it was too late for him to dodge at this time.

Ye Feng was extremely nervous. He gritted his teeth and moved his mind. Suddenly, a fiery red strange bird figure appeared on his body. The Yuan Qi turned into armor, and at the same time, he tried to push up the light shield activated by the Blood God Armor.

At this moment, he could only use these two means to resist the attack.

The sharp claw light broke through the air, making bursts of sonic booms. Just as it was about to attack Ye Feng, the fiery red Suzaku strange bird phantom waved its wings, protecting Ye Feng in it, and surprisingly blocked the claw light outside.

"Boom!"

The claws hit the phantom of the Vermillion Bird, making a loud bang, and then the red light disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the remaining claws fell down, and the Blood God Armor burst out with rolling red light, like a surging sea tide, instantly dissolving the excess sharp energy.

Ye Feng's figure trembled slightly, and then he stepped back a few steps. His face turned pale, and he looked down. The Blood God Armor seemed to be safe and sound, without any damage.

"Fortunately, it's okay!" Seeing this, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

"Huh!"

Just when Ye Feng was secretly glad that he had resisted the attack of the corpse's claws, a ball of gray-black evil spirit had already spewed out from the corpse's fanged mouth and enveloped Ye Feng.

This time, the gray-black evil spirit did not condense into a ball as before, but was instantly released in the air, expanding and releasing, and actually enveloped a few feet in radius, leaving Ye Feng with nowhere to escape.

"Not good!" Seeing the gray-black evil spirit rolling down around him, Ye Feng had no choice but to activate the Flame Lion King. However, under the attack of this gray-black evil spirit, the flames around the Flame Lion King rose, and then all of them were destroyed in an instant. This Xuan-level upper-grade monster, which had always been invincible, suddenly staggered and became unstable. The poison was so strong that even the Flame Lion King could not resist it. Ye Feng's face was full of bitterness. It seemed that he could not escape death after all. This gray-black evil spirit could easily corrupt even the power of artistic conception. Its power was obvious. His Yuan Qi armor had been dispersed by the claws of the corpse zombie. The Blood God Armor could only protect against physical attacks and was completely powerless against this kind of nothingness. Is it really going to die here this time? Father and Hua Ling are still waiting for me to rescue them! "Hey, such a strong corpse evil spirit, this violent and cruel breath is really good, it seems that I haven't smelled such a good smell for a long time. Hey, boy, can you give me this corpse evil spirit?"

Just when Ye Feng was unwilling, a slow voice sounded in the depths of his mind.

It was the Yuan Ling that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ye Feng's face was full of excitement, and he shouted quickly: "Your mother, if you want it, take it quickly!"

"The Yuan Ling will not be polite." The voice of the Yuan Ling in the sea of ​​​​gods sounded again.

"Huh!"

Like a whistling wind, a powerful devouring force suddenly rushed out from the top of Ye Feng's head, and the air in the void suddenly moved, forming a small vortex, pulling the gray-black evil spirit that was constantly surging around.

"Roar!"

Not far from Ye Feng, on the other side, the corpse zombie showed a look of fear in his single eye, and his face became agitated as if he was facing a great enemy.

As the gray-black evil spirit continued to dissipate and weaken, finally, the corpse changed from swallowing and spitting at the beginning to sucking back, trying to take back the evil spirit it exhaled.

This gray-black mist, which is the corpse evil spirit in the mouth of the Yuan Ling, is the essence of the corpse that has been condensed over time. In addition to being able to release it to hurt the enemy, it can be said to be the source of its original power.

The thicker the corpse evil spirit, the stronger the power of the corpse evil.

Once it is absorbed by the Yuan Ling, the overall strength of this corpse will be reduced to one tenth. At that time, it will not be able to survive in the range of the burial pit.

Monsters, other corpses, and warriors who occasionally break in are all their great enemies. So when they saw that the other party was not afraid of the invasion of their corpse evil spirit and even absorbed the original power that they relied on to save their lives, even though this corpse was not very intelligent, they knew that something was wrong.

However, the power of the Yuan Ling is far beyond that of this corpse.

The suction between the two is simply not proportional. Not only is the evil spirit originally inspired by rigor mortis absorbed by the Yuanling, there are even strips of light mist that spurt out from the seven orifices of rigor mortis, which are also continuously hit by Ye Feng's head. That little vortex pulls and absorbs it.

They simply cannot escape or be retrieved.

"Wave!"

A few moments later, with a soft sound, all the gray-black evil energy around him disappeared in a flash, and in a very short time, it was all swallowed up by Yuan Ling.

Not only is there no trace of gray-black evil spirit in the entire void, even the evil spirit of zombies in the body of zombies has been completely absorbed, so that the strength of zombies, which was originally comparable to a half-step virtual master, has dropped to the maximum innate strength. A level of one or two.

In other words, rigor mortis is now completely fragile.

The feeling of changing from strength to weakness in an instant is really too abnormal. Ye Feng even stumbled and fell to the ground when he saw this powerful monster that almost killed him just now.

He chuckled and stepped forward in vain.

"Woo!"

The one eye of rigor mortis showed fear. He glanced at Ye Feng and was about to run away, but Ye Feng would not let it go. He threw out the destruction knife and cut it in two parts. The raging flames burned the entire body of rigor mortis.

At this moment, he was determined. He put away the Blood God Armor and the weak Flame Lion King, and sat down on the ground with a somewhat depressed expression.