Chapter 889

"Ha ha! It's powerful, but it's not sword like. Do you want to hurt me? "

The spirit of death didn't fight back, but stood in the same place and gave directions.

For him, the two human beings in front of him, like two ants, want to hurt him, that is daydreaming.

As the spirit of a place, his existence inherits the spirit of heaven and earth. In the world, there are few things that can hurt him. It is basically impossible for a person at the peak of Yuanying to hurt him.

As for Zhao Feng, I'm sorry, he didn't pay attention at all. He didn't pay attention to the peak of Yuanying, let alone the middle stage of foundation construction.

In the face of such a spirit of death, the young friars really have no way, sword meaning, that kind of thing has not appeared for many years.

Nowadays, many young friars even think that the meaning of sword only exists in legend. When he was young, he met a strong man with the meaning of sword, and he knew how far away he was from his opponent.

"Even if there is no intention of sword, I can chop you to death."

Then, the sword in his hand seemed to radiate a brilliant light. As soon as he raised his hand, Daodao sword Qi flew out of his sword and cut it toward the spirit of dead Qi.

Hundreds of sword Qi, each of which can easily take the life of a strong elixir, and the spirit of death seems to be disturbed.

It's like a human body. It's scattered by the whole body.

Seeing this scene, the young monk was relieved. In this way, it should work!

But before the tone was sent down completely, a surprising scene happened. The spirit of death, which had been dispersed, condensed in front of them again.

"Well, I've had enough. Now, I'll take you on the road! By the way, that little guy, would you like to be my dead apostle? Never die or die? "

The spirit of death turns his eyes on Zhao Feng. He wants to find an apostle walking in the world. In fact, it's very difficult. In death, except for him.

Most of the creatures born have no intelligence. Even if a small number of dead creatures are born with intelligence, most of them will not listen to his command.

If he wants to expand death to more places, he can only transform human beings and become His Apostle.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if Zhao Feng's cultivation is poor. As long as he becomes his apostle, he has many ways to improve Zhao Feng's cultivation.

"Never die, never die?" Zhao Feng looks at the spirit of death.

"Why, is there any doubt?" The spirit of death looks at Zhao Feng.

"If I guess well and become your apostle, I'll be dead! What are you talking about

Before that, the bloody skeleton should be the apostle of the spirit of death. That kind of thing doesn't look like a living thing.

Hearing what Zhao Feng said, the spirit of the dead laughed: "yes, after being transformed into my apostle, from your point of view, you are indeed a dead man, but it depends on how you define it."

At this point, he also took a special look at the young monk in front of Zhao Feng. It is obvious that he did not give up the chance to become His Apostle.

"Generally speaking, your definition of death is that you lose consciousness and can no longer act until you turn into dead bones. However, after you become my apostles, none of these things exist, but you are no longer afraid of pain and the trouble of time."

Hearing this, Zhao Feng was stunned. If it sounds like this, becoming an apostle of death seems to have only advantages but no disadvantages!

Since then, there is no limit on life. When it is dangerous, you can directly summon the spirit of death. It seems to be very good.

It seems that seeing Zhao Feng's heart beating, the young monk snorted: "what do you know? If the hell turns to death, you can live. How many people will be left in the hell? You also did not have the ordinary person's desire, that also can call the person? "

There is no need to eat, no need to drink, no need to love or leave. All the desires of human beings do not exist in the dead apostles.

The original sin of human body is certainly a bad thing, but you can't deny that if you don't have those things, people will not be human.

If people have no desire, what's the difference with stone carving?

Zhao Feng shivered at the thought that he wanted to be that kind of existence and became a tool man who only knew how to execute orders.

"Thank you for your advice."

Zhao Feng said to the young monk.

The young friar snorted coldly, but said nothing.

"You want to die."

Seeing that both of them refused their own homes, the spirit of death suddenly became furious, and the boundless spirit of death gathered from behind him and ran over them.

"Master, you said before that life can kill death. Is it ok now?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng couldn't help asking.The young friar frowned and his sword disappeared in the air. The next second, a huge sword light covered the young friar in the sky to prevent the infection of your dead spirit.

However, this is only temporary. Under the erosion of death, the sword light is building Chengde barrier. It seems that it won't last long.

"Kill the dead with vitality? Hum! But what if there is? Do you know how much life it takes to kill these things? Even if I add up to a hundred, I'm not qualified. I'll leave you alone

The young friar squeezed these words out of his teeth. Obviously, he had a hard time.

At this time, the green life around is killing.

Young friar a Leng, looking behind him, he only saw, Zhao Feng's hand, holding a charm, constantly inspired.

Zhao Feng didn't inspire a piece, but the vitality from his body was strong. When he finished inspiring all the charms in his hand, the vitality had already formed a small circle.

I'm fighting death.

"Well done. I'll protect you. Let's rush out."

Seeing this scene, the young monk was very happy. He never thought that Zhao Feng would have such a skill, which made him see the hope of leaving.

"All the beauty you want, stay here for me!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng didn't say anything, but the spirit of death was in a hurry. With a wave of his hand, a thick, almost liquid dead air rushed towards them.

This is his territory. If he can't get a yuan baby and build a foundation here, what's his face as the spirit of death?

Seeing this scene, the young monk waved his hand and sent out a sword Qi. He wanted to resist it, but at the moment when the sword Qi touched the dead Qi, it withered quickly.

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