As Chen Feng's body was absorbed, Old Mrs. Song's dry and thin body gradually became plump, and her spotted skin became a little whiter and tender.

Chen Feng mobilized the spiritual energy in his body to drive away the power, but unexpectedly he encouraged its power, and the spiritual energy passed away more quickly.

"What kind of power is this?" This made Chen Feng a little confused.

But now I don’t have time to think about it anymore and summoned Han Xuan Bingyan. The power faced Han Xuan Bingyan like a mouse and saw a cat, fleeing everywhere in a hurry.

As the strange power was constantly burned by Han Xuan Bingyan, Old Mrs. Song shouted in pain: "What did you do?"

That power is of the same origin as her body, and she will naturally feel pain.

"Five thunders thunders!"

Chen Feng didn't plan to continue wasting time, he didn't care what she was.

The dark mist surged, and Old Mrs. Song's figure disappeared, and the lightning was rolling in the sky, but she could not be found. A living person disappeared out of thin air.

Chen Feng knew in his heart that Old Lady Song had not left. The fog could block his perception and make him unable to determine her position.

Old Mrs. Song will be bombarded by thunder as soon as possible after leaving the fog.

Just as he was thinking, the hair was standing behind him, and a sense of crisis came, and Chen Feng turned around and avoided without thinking.

The next second, a white and tender hand grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder. A faint fragrance wafted over, and a charming voice sounded in his ears: "Brother, how can you hit someone?"

The weak and boneless little hand moved upwards and reached Chen Feng's chest. His sharp nails flashed with cold light, poking him gently.

"I'm not happy." The owner of the voice snorted angrily, and the little daughter's coquettish voice made people excited: "Brother, how do you want to comfort me?"

"Why would you like to let me see what color my brother's heart is? "

The words said in a charming voice made people frightened, and the white and tender hands grabbed Chen Feng's chest.

But she didn't notice the murderous intent flashing in Chen Feng's eyes. When she thought that her attack was foolproof, a hand with clear joints accurately grabbed her.

"How could you find me!" The dark mist surged, and Old Mrs. Song's ugly face became even more terrifying. She struggled violently, as delicate as the hands of a young girl in her decades, revealing a sense of incongruity on her body.

"You'd better go and ask the King of Hell." After the words came, Chen Feng swung his punch, and the thunderous fist turned into a roaring dragon and passed through her heart.

"You can't kill..." Old Mrs. Song laughed loudly, her laughter stopped abruptly, her turbid eyes stared at Chen Feng, and then her whole body exploded, leaving no bones.

With the death of Old Lady Song, Old Lady Liu and others who were controlled by her went to the end, and their bodies quickly corrupted and turned into dead bones.

Chen Feng stood there, looking at the corrupt and ragged and dark village, Han Xuan Bingyan swept out, and in a moment the entire village turned into dust, as if it had never existed.

There are no living people here, and there is no need to exist. He did this because he was afraid that someone like Mrs. Liu would hide and not find them. If they were out, they would have some impact.

Walking out a long way, Chen Feng looked back and saw a desolate scene.

"What the hell is she?" Chen Feng is still not sure yet.
Chapter completed!