Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Ever since he found the prison lock and put it on his arm in the cave behind the waterfall not far from the village, Zuo Feng's power has been increasing day by day. Every ten or eight days that passed, Zuo Feng would feel that the prison lock on his arm was a little lighter. Zuo Feng knew that it was not that the prison lock had really become lighter, but that his strength was constantly increasing and he was better able to adapt to the prison lock. The inconvenience of locks.

For some time now, Zuo Feng has been quite confident in his own strength. Carrying a 700-800 kilogram prison lock on his body will basically not have any impact. Even if someone is paying attention, they will not find anything wrong. But today, Zuo Feng finally saw what it means to be incredibly powerful, and he also knew that with his current strength, he would still be vulnerable sometimes.

Zuo Feng's body has undergone physical training, elimination of impurities and multiple transformations. His current body is not only an existence beyond the pure body, but also unusually tough. If he hadn't had such a physique, I'm afraid Zuo Feng would have been smashed into pieces by the corpse puppet's blow just now.

Even though Zuo Feng could barely resist it, his body still felt like it was being torn apart. Zuo Feng felt that the opponent's punch not only carried astonishing power, but also the fist was shaking at high speed during the attack. This kind of shaking spread throughout the whole body the moment it came into contact with Zuo Feng's body, making Zuo Feng feel as if his internal organs were being turned upside down.

The pain in his body finally turned into a mouthful of blood and spurted out. The moment this mouthful of blood spurted out, although Zuo Feng felt a little exhausted, the pressure in his body suddenly relaxed. Before his body hit the ground, Nifeng had already escaped and jumped onto a big tree next to him.

"This corpse puppet seems to have changed again. I can now clearly feel that the transmission of spiritual power between the two of them is not one-way, but two-way."

Zuo Feng rolled around on the ground several times before barely stopping his momentum. The moment he stopped, he heard the sound of the headwind reaching his mind. At present, Zuo Feng could hardly hear any sound in his ears. He even doubted whether his ears were damaged. Fortunately, Ni Feng's sound transmission could be transmitted directly to his mind without any obstruction.

"Both directions!"

Nifeng's words made Zuo Feng both shocked and extremely puzzled. The direct disciples of the Puppet Spirit Sect use soul needles to connect their brains with the corpse puppet's brain, and use the mental power in their minds to control the corpse puppet's actions. When the corpse puppet is controlled, it seems to be controlling A clone of the person.

Zuo Feng hasn't found a chance to study the corpse puppet carefully yet, but he understands that the corpse puppet is a dead thing, even if the spiritual power is sealed in his mind through other methods. But those mental powers are ownerless things after all, and they must be interfered, driven and directed by external forces in order for them to truly act like humans.

But if the spiritual power between the warrior surnamed Wang and the corpse puppet in front of him was transmitted in both directions, it would be difficult for Zuo Feng to understand. It is understandable that the warrior surnamed Wang can send spiritual power into the mind of the corpse puppet, but if the corpse puppet sends his spiritual power back into the mind of the warrior surnamed Wang, wouldn't that mean that the corpse puppet can also control the warrior surnamed Wang? Doesn't it mean that the corpse puppet has its own intelligence?

As soon as this idea took shape in his mind, Zuo Feng couldn't help but shudder. The person and corpse in front of him were too weird. It was no wonder that Nifeng had been unable to detect anything before. After pulling out the most important soul needle in the Jade Pillow Point, he can still continue to control it, and now the two are transmitting spiritual power in both directions. If this is the case, even if the warrior surnamed Wang is eliminated, the corpse puppet will probably It’s better to consciously continue to attack yourself.

All kinds of thoughts and speculations were spinning rapidly in Zuo Feng's mind, and he couldn't think of any way to deal with it for a while. The corpse puppet stood not far away, still maintaining the same posture as when it launched the attack, and did not pursue Zuo Feng crazily. It seemed that the attack just now had a certain burden on it, or that its mental strength still needed time to recover.

"Otherwise, if I try to destroy this soul needle, under normal circumstances, the warrior surnamed Wang who is connected to this soul needle should also be harmed."

Just when Zuo Feng, the warrior named Wang and the corpse puppet fell into silence, Nifeng once again transmitted the message to Zuo Feng's mind. Zuo Feng's pupils shrank slightly, obviously he was a little moved by Ni Feng's proposal, but after thinking for a while, Zuo Feng gently shook his head at Ni Feng.

Zuo Feng did not open his mouth to explain, because he did not know whether Ni Feng had lost his hearing due to the loud noise just now. Moreover, if he opened his mouth to talk to Nifeng, it would only let the warrior surnamed Wang know that he had learned some of his secrets. Doing so would be harmful to Zuo Feng, and he vaguely felt that the soul needle in Nifeng's hand at this time should still be of value.

Both sides were breathing and recovering, but the warrior surnamed Wang was in obviously better condition than Zuo Feng. Seeing that Zuo Feng had no intention of taking the lead, the smile on his face gradually widened. With a cold light flashing in his eyes, the corpse puppet rushed forward, but this attack was obviously not as ferocious as the previous one. It seems that such a terrifying and explosive attack cannot be used casually without restrictions. .

Zuo Feng's face was gloomy as if water was dripping from his face. Facing the corpse puppet's attack again, he couldn't think of any way for the time being, and Ni Feng couldn't help for the time being. At this time, Zuo Feng was back to his original embarrassing situation, and what was left for him was still to go on a rampage.

But just now, when Zuo Feng was stirring up his spiritual energy and preparing to run in a retrograde manner, he felt that although the spiritual energy around him was extremely violent, the beast soul was still in his chest, and there was no sign of sending out power to let himself go into a rampage. If the beast soul did not intervene in the end, and the spiritual power completed another retrograde cycle, then Zuo Feng would probably really enter a violent disintegration.

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng gave up the idea of ​​running wild. The corpse puppet on the opposite side seemed to deliberately slow down, while the warrior surnamed Wang, who was dragging a broken leg, was constantly speeding up to rush towards Zuo Feng. From the meaning, it seemed that he was ready to launch the final attack on himself at the same time as the corpse puppet. He was not in a hurry to do it now, as if he admired Zuo Feng's somewhat desperate expression at the moment.

There was ridicule, contempt, greed, and cruelty on the other party's face. These expressions reminded Zuo Feng of the waste period of more than a year, and his heart immediately calmed down. It seemed that the closer he was to death, the calmer his mood became. Although the buzzing sound from the collision was still in his ears, Zuo Feng seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and even the subtle sound of spiritual energy running in his meridians.

Six feet, five feet, four feet.

When the corpse puppet was three feet away from Zuo Feng, the warrior surnamed Wang finally caught up, and the two of them almost walked towards Zuo Feng shoulder to shoulder. The next moment, the warrior surnamed Wang raised his long sword horizontally, and the two iron arms of the corpse puppet also raised horizontally. Facing the overwhelming attack in the next moment, Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and he stomped his feet on the ground and flew backwards.

The warrior surnamed Wang and the corpse puppet also moved at the same time. A smile appeared on the warrior surnamed Wang's face at this time. It was the secret joy in his heart when he saw Zuo Feng struggling to death. But Zuo Feng ignored the warrior surnamed Wang at all. Instead, while his body leaped backwards, he turned his head and shouted two words "Soul Needle" to the wind on the big tree beside him.

As Zuo Feng guessed, Ni Feng's ears were also ringing due to the loud noise, and he couldn't hear any sound from Zuo Feng. However, this clever little guy saw Zuo Feng's mouth shape, and the words "soul needle" immediately appeared in his mind. Although Ni Feng didn't understand what Zuo Feng was going to do, he still threw the soul needle in his hand to Zuo Feng who was jumping back.

Zuo Feng's body was still flying backwards, and the corpse puppet and the warrior surnamed Wang followed closely. Zuo Feng believed that he would be attacked crazily by this person and puppet the moment he landed, and if he had no other means, he would definitely die on the spot.

However, Zuo Feng smiled at this time. This smile looked a little brilliant, but in the eyes of the warrior surnamed Wang, this smile made him feel a little chilly. Zuo Feng's smile reminded him of the warriors he had killed before. Those warriors fought to the death until the last moment, and did not hesitate to use explosive disintegration to die with the enemy. This was a smile that did not care about life and death, and a smile of enlightenment.

Zuo Feng did not launch the explosive disintegration, but the moment he caught the soul needle in the air, he raised his hand and inserted the soul needle into the back of his head. The soul needle accurately pierced into the Yuzhen acupoint without a single error. Ni Feng and the warrior surnamed Wang were both shocked by Zuo Feng's action. Ni Feng could still guess Zuo Feng's thoughts to some extent, but the warrior surnamed Wang did not understand what Zuo Feng wanted to do at all.

In just a blink of an eye, the warrior surnamed Wang understood Zuo Feng's intention. He did not really understand, but the fact in front of him was that the corpse puppet actually stopped moving and kept the previous action and stayed in place without moving.

Although the warrior surnamed Wang did not understand, he could clearly feel that his connection with the corpse puppet seemed to be hindered. It was like seeing something in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not grab it in his hand. The warrior surnamed Wang could be said to have never encountered such a strange situation. This kind of powerful and difficult to use pain almost made him vomit blood.

He turned his head to look at Zuo Feng with resentment, and said fiercely: "Little bastard, why do you know so much about our Puppet Spirit Sect? Who are you? What did you do to my corpse puppet!"

Wang surnamed warrior shouted excitedly, and Zuo Feng also stabilized his body and stopped retreating. He didn't hear a word of Wang surnamed warrior's words, but he guessed about 50% from his mouth shape. Zuo Feng shrugged with a sneer, then pointed to his ears, spread his hands and made a helpless look.

Wang surnamed warrior knew that the other party was playing tricks on him, and he was even more furious. He ignored the corpse puppet and rushed over alone. His spiritual power has recovered 50% to 60%, and he is confident that he can take Zuo Feng's life without relying on the corpse puppet.