I thought to myself that a trace of heat flashed in Uncle Luo's eyes, and I felt that Chen Feng should have some treasure on his body, otherwise how could he withstand his own pressure?

"Young man, if you know the truth, just kowtow to my young master and admit your mistake, otherwise the consequences will not be something you can afford!"

"Is that true?" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had no intention of scheming with them.

But their repeated provocations are that the clay man is still angry! What's more, he is a living person?

"Since you are so stubborn, I can't blame me!"

As he said that, Uncle Luo took a step forward, and a distance of six or seven meters, he instantly arrived in front of Chen Feng.

The black and skinny hand that looked like a chicken's claws grabbed Chen Feng directly, bringing a stinking smell.

Looking at the hand that reached out, a hint of disgust flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

His hands are definitely not a serious practitioner.

Chen Feng sacrificed Han Xuan Bingyan, and Uncle Luo was not prepared to contact Han Xuan Bingyan directly. For a moment, a disgusting stench filled the air with a trace of monsters.

A strange fishy smell.

"My hand!"

Uncle Luo shouted, looking at the rapidly spreading Han Xuan Bingyan, he cruelly chopped off his right hand, with black and dry flesh on his shoulders.

After five or six breaths, the arms that fell to the ground were burned out, and the wind completely disappeared between the world.

"I'm not old, but my mind is cruel." Uncle Luo stared at Han Xuan Bingyan in Chen Feng's hand, and was a little afraid but more greedy.

No one with a cultivation level like him can withstand it, but you can imagine how powerful this fire is.

"Young man, if you give me this fire obediently, I promise that you won't let the young master hurt you at all. It's not impossible for this woman to give it to you."

"Want? You can try it."

Chen Feng waved his hand, and Han Xuan Bingyan turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards Uncle Luo. He was so scared that he grabbed Zhu Youde and retreated for more than ten meters before stopping.

"Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill your wish!" Uncle Luo said as he took out a white banner from his arms.

As the white banner appeared, the air became a little cold, and the gloomy made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Ten Thousand Souls Seek Life!"

Uncle Luo waved the white banner, and countless black heads appeared, making a "whimper" cry around the white banner.

As the heads appeared, the sky became darker, and some people following Zhu Youde even stood up and their legs became weak.

"Every time Uncle Luo sacrifices the soul-suming banner, I am afraid of taking me away."

"What are you afraid of? We are the young master's people, and Uncle Luo is also the young master's people. Could it be that he will still attack us?"

"If you offend the young master, you have provoked Uncle Luo again. You must not let this kid go!"

...

Chen Feng looked a little ugly when he looked at the soul-summoning banner held by Uncle Luo.

There were countless heads surging on it. I think he killed a lot of people in order to refine this banner.

"Boy, it would be too late to hand over the fire to me now."

"I said, if you have the ability, you can get it yourself."

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Uncle Luo waved the soul-suming banner, and countless black heads roared and rushed over.

Chen Feng swung his punch, and the head broke instantly, but it returned to its original state during breathing. It was just a little dim and could not be seen without looking carefully.

"Something is a trick."
Chapter completed!