Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

In the City Lord's Mansion, Master Wang looked at Yang Feng with a wry smile. He was already very busy trying to restore order in the Qingtie Mansion, but Yang Feng just stayed here and refused to leave.

"Prince Yang, I have asked Chief Long to investigate the attack on the residence of the third elder of the Yang family. It is useless for you to sit here. Why don't you go back and talk to Patriarch Yang first about how to appease the turbulent people?

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Yang Feng's performance in the beast tide was so outstanding that no one could match his popularity, otherwise he would have had this scoundrel thrown out of the city lord's mansion.

"I won't delay the Master Registrar's work. During this trip, I just want to get your handwritten letter allowing me to go to the Third Elder's Mansion to participate in the investigation."

Master Wang sighed: "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't be so worried."

As he spoke, Master Wang walked to the desk and picked up a piece of rice paper. With a wave of his hand, he picked up the talisman next to him and stamped it on the rice paper.

"Take my handwritten letter and go to the Longsen Chief. He will agree to take you with him to investigate."

Yang Feng took the handwritten letter and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Registrar."

After leaving the city lord's mansion, Yang Feng went directly to the broken mansion of the third elder.

"Prince Yang, before Chief Long left, he specifically reminded not to let others get close to the scene. For the sake of handwriting, we let you in. In the end, we don't want our brothers to lose their jobs."

According to the regulations of the Daxu Dynasty, even if ordinary people want to participate in the investigation of a case, they must be accompanied by someone above the head arrest. If Yang Feng hadn't made a big splash this time and conquered people's hearts, the government officials responsible for guarding him would not have been able to let him go.

Yang Feng entered the scene alone.

Yang Feng smiled, took out two hundred taels of silver notes from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the yamen servant. He smiled and said: "There are not many things. I will take my brothers to eat something good at night. It is a token of my gratitude."

"How embarrassing."

Before the yamen officer could refuse, Yang Feng had already taken a step forward and walked into the ruins with his body shape like the wind.

Standing in the ruins, Yang Feng closed his eyes, and a faint yellow light began to spread from his feet to the surroundings. Time stopped at this moment, and the still air was infinitely magnified at this moment.

"reverse!"

Yang Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and time began to reverse in an instant. The yellow light became more and more dazzling. Within the scope of the aperture, the broken houses began to reorganize. Bean-sized beads of sweat fell from the brows. In just a few seconds, Yang Feng

The vitality in the body was drained away. This method of directly distorting reality with true meaning can be said to have a huge loss of vitality.

After a few breaths, Yang Feng suddenly saw a dark shadow flashing outside the mansion. He could vaguely see a ferocious face, and there was an aura about him that made him hate it from the depths of his soul.

"puff!"

The next second, the yellow halo of light shattered, and the reorganized house turned into ruins again as the light dissipated, and Yang Feng collapsed on the ground like a deflated ball, his pale face frightening the government officials who gathered around him.

Jump.

"Prince Yang, are you okay?"

The yamen servant who accepted Yang Feng's two hundred taels of silver asked cautiously.

"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted. Just rest here for a while."

"Who is that black figure, and why is there the residual aura of the lich on his body?"

Yang Feng closed his eyes and frantically absorbed the free spiritual energy. His thoughts were a little worried. If it were someone else, he would not be so worried. The scourge of the lich almost destroyed the entire mountain and sea world. This time he reversed time and came back to experience it for the second time.

When he arrived at the Lich's Breath, this was a far cry from the time in his memory when the Lich's scourge became apparent.

The most important thing is that the other party is targeting me three times and four times. What is the trick here?

His ability is not enough to completely reverse time. He can only see some fragments of the past. Although he cannot find out the true identity of the black shadow, it gives him enough clues that the entire Qingtie Mansion is related to the lich.

only one person.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Feng took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. He recovered 50% of his energy in an hour. It might not be enough to forcefully break into Yang Xiao's mansion.

"It seems we have to ask Murong Fu for help."

After muttering something, Yang Feng hurried towards the treasure gathering square.

As soon as he approached the treasure gathering square, Yang Feng noticed bursts of turbulence surging in the treasure gathering square, and the spiritual energy around him became chaotic.

"Obsessed?"

Yang Feng rushed straight into the treasure gathering square in a flash. Perhaps because of Murong Fu's attitude towards Yang Feng, the guy didn't dare to stop Yang Feng and could only let Yang Feng rush into the backyard.

The moment he opened the door, a violent spiritual energy turned into a hurricane and hit Yang Feng directly in front of the door. The clerk behind him fell to the ground with his knees weak, his face turned pale, and his teeth were trembling.

There is a formation of its own in Jubaofang. Once the door of the house is closed, no one can notice what is happening inside. But when the door is opened, this violent spiritual energy seems to have found an outlet and rushes out.

"Break!"

Yang Feng's eyes darkened, and the broken sword slashed down diagonally. The gray sword light directly cut off the air flow.

"crunch"

Murong Fu appeared out of nowhere, closed the door of the house, and dragged Yang Feng into another room. As soon as the door was closed, bursts of green light formed a barrier to isolate the violent spiritual energy.

"Aren't you obsessed?"

Yang Feng looked at Murong Fu and asked with a frown.

"Please be kind to me. It's definitely not me who is crazy. It's Mr. Zhou Zheng."

"Zhou Zheng?"

I have never heard of the disciples of Cangsheng College being possessed by crazy people. Cangsheng College is closely related to the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty, and the master enjoys most of the benefits brought by the national destiny. These disciples of his can also get some share.

Unless there is a problem with the national destiny of the Daxu Dynasty and they lose their ability to protect themselves, it is impossible for them to go crazy.

"Yesterday, when Zhou Zheng was looking for the thieves of the Soul Worship Cult, he happened to come across an attack on your third elder's mansion. He was slightly injured in the fight with the thieves behind the scenes. It was only a minor injury at first, but there is a strange force that has been corroding his wounds and devouring him.

Zhou Zheng's vitality, which was originally just a minor injury, has affected his Qi sea today. If the strange power was not eliminated in time, Zhou Zheng's cultivation level would fall. But he didn't expect that he would suddenly go crazy while recovering from his injuries.

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Murong Fu frowned, the master's disciples were obsessed with madness, this is definitely a strange thing in the world.

"If he continues like this, he won't be able to hold on for long before his qi sea is exhausted and his realm collapses. By then, even if Master takes action, he won't be able to make a difference."

Listening to Murong Fu's words, the solemn look on Yang Feng's face became darker and darker. He had already guessed what the problem was with Zhou Zheng, but facing Zhou Zheng who was madly venting his energy, there was nothing he could do with his full-body cultivation.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Feng suddenly said: "Find a way to calm him down. I have a way to deal with that weird power."

Murong Fu's face lit up, and then he showed a wry smile: "Your Majesty, you are really posing a problem for me. It's not easy to stop someone from going crazy in the Heavenly Transformation Realm."

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Seeing Yang Feng's meaningful eyes, Murong Fu gritted his teeth and whispered: "Sword slave, use the five-soul heart-locking rope to calm down Mr. Three!"

The space around Murong Fu was distorted, and a figure with a blurry face came out.

"The five-soul heart-locking rope will be gone after one use. Have you really decided?"

"Go quickly."

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and urged with a look of pain on his face.

The five-soul heart-locking rope is made from five kinds of top-quality soul crystals. It is a low-grade earth-level one. Even a child with no cultivation level can lock the peak of the Heaven Transformation Realm. Unfortunately, it is only a one-time magic weapon, so its preciousness can be imagined.

And know.

"Prince Yang, you'd better not deceive me. I've spent a lot of money on it. If you can't save Zhou Zheng from this deal, I'll lose money to death."

Murong Fu looked at Yang Feng with a sad face. If Zhou Zheng could be rescued, he could still get some benefits from the master. If he couldn't be rescued, with the master's rebellious character, he could at most get a word of hard work.

"Buzz!"

While the two were talking, red, orange, yellow, green and blue lights flashed outside the window. The violent aura suddenly stopped, and the uprooted flowers, plants and trees lay quietly in the yard.

"Let's go and see how Mr. Three is doing."

Yang Feng opened the door and walked straight to Zhou Zheng's retreat room.

"Zhou Zheng, if you don't compensate me with a middle-grade earth-level magic weapon, I will never end it with you!"

Seeing the courtyard he had carefully arranged become such a mess, Murong Fu felt that his heart was bleeding.

Inside the house, a stench filled the air, and dark yellow gas continued to permeate out of Zhou Zheng's body. Five-color chains tied Zhou Zheng tightly and made him fall into a comatose state. From his broken clothes, a knife as big as a bowl's mouth could be seen on his chest.

Pus is constantly oozing out of the wound. When the pus comes into contact with the air, it instantly vaporizes and turns into a dark yellow gas.

"It's really contaminated."

Yang Feng frowned, his eyes were complicated and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"vomit!"

Murong Fu, who had just stepped into the door, turned pale, turned around and vomited. The smell was so overpowering that no one could bear it if he was caught off guard.

"Why does it stink so much!"

"Let's seal this place with a formation first. Once these gases spread out, it will be a disaster for the entire Qingtie Mansion. Ordinary people without the protection of vitality will die immediately if they inhale this gas, and their bodies will quickly decay and breed more of this kind of gas.

Gas, even if a practitioner does not have a state of transformation, it will be difficult to resist the erosion of this gas."

Before Yang Feng could finish his words, a blue water cover covered the entire treasure gathering square.

"Prince Yang, you'd better cure him quickly, otherwise I won't be able to keep my treasure house open anymore. Who can bear the smell?"

Murong Fu looked at Yang Feng with disgust and blinked his eyes.

"Just do your best."

The pollution reached this level, and Yang Feng didn't know if he could remove it. After all, his cultivation was there, not to mention that he had already consumed a lot of energy by going back in time. Everything depends on Zhou Zheng's own luck.

"Ask the sword slave to guard the door, and don't come in no matter what sound you hear!"

Saying that, Yang Feng closed the door, and the destructive air flow appeared in front of him.