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Chapter 1199 Wait for me here!  !

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    Just after Li Yunfeng died under Bu Feifan's palm, Wang Feng turned around and fled almost without thinking. His scalp was numb, he didn't dare to breathe, and his body was already so cold.

    Escape!

    Escape!  !

    Such a vicious person is definitely not something I can contend with!

    With a strong sense of fear, Wang Feng was almost overwhelmed by the great fear. In the rush to flee, Wang Feng could not care about the consequences of being punished by the Poison Sect of Huangquan at this time, because he knew that if Li Yunfeng died, Bu Feifan would definitely not  Will let him go, when the time comes his death is inevitable.

    Sure enough, there was a whistling sound from behind that made Wang Feng's heart tremble. He turned his head and saw a creepy figure, and it was Bu Feifan chasing him.

    Wang Feng's heart shuddered, he gritted his teeth, and immediately took out something from his bosom, it was a quiver, and pulled it out.

    Immediately with a whoosh, a burst of fireworks rushed into the sky, exploded above the sky, forming a phantom of a poisonous scorpion, and the light illuminated the sky with incomparable brilliance.

    After Bu Feifan killed Li Yunfeng, he immediately moved his body and rushed out roaring. His body circled, refracted in a circle, and quickly rushed towards the fleeing Wang Feng.

    During the pursuit, Bu Feifan suddenly caught a glimpse of the standing figure of the second dream, hesitated a little, and opened and closed his lips slightly.

    A voice suddenly came from the ear of Second Meng who was standing there, it was Bu Feifan who transmitted the sound to her from a distance.

    The content of the sound transmission into the secret is only four words.

    "Wait for me here."

    The second dream was not allowed, worry appeared in his eyes, and when he was about to speak, he saw that Bu Feifan had already cut through the sky and left.

    In the dense jungle, there are black ink bamboos everywhere, and Wang Feng, who has sent the sect signal, is in the midst of frantic escape without hesitation.

    And in the depths of the poisonous mist swamp, which is the final point of Wang Feng's escape route, there is a bronze hall there.

    The bronze hall is located deep in the earth, surrounded by rivers on all sides. The river is filthy, foul-smelling, and constantly emitting "gurgling" bubbles.

    I saw that with the flow of the river water in the river, there were countless black objects floating, which were carried by the river water and rose and fell from time to time. They were corpses, all human beings.  All of them had distorted faces, as if they were suffering from great pain in front of them, like ghosts.

    The bubbling river surrounded on all sides, together with the countless corpses, is simply a scene of hell.

    Looking at it now, the river seems to be a hell spring, and the corpses are struggling ghosts. Looking at the bronze hall, it is even more eerie and weird, giving people a sense of terror, like a forest.  Luo's Palace of Hades.

    Just when Wang Feng's signal exploded in the sky, forming the image of a poisonous scorpion.

    There was a sudden shock in the bronze hall, and a wave of icy breath slowly spread out, overwhelming the surrounding area.

    The figures on the eaves of the bronze hall raised their heads at the same time, their eyes staring at the pattern above the sky, and the green light in their eyes flashed.

    In the depths of the dark bronze hall, a series of evil breaths are constantly drifting away, turning into a thick black mist in the darkness.

    And in the dark center of the bronze hall, there were actually ten coffins as black as ink.

    These ten coffins are arranged in a special order, forming a circle. In the center of the circle, there is a dark golden coffin. This coffin is extremely evil, and the dark golden coffin is covered with scarlet spots.  The lines, the lines intertwine vertically and horizontally, forming a very strange pattern, like a ferocious scorpion.

    Suddenly, an evil aura fluctuated violently.

    A coffin opened itself with a sound of "crack!", and an evil and eerie aura burst out.

    "Wang Feng's signal, and Li Yunfeng is dead, I need to know the reason for his death."

    A strange frequency vibrated, forming a hoarse and indifferent cold voice, but it came from the dark golden coffin.

    "yes!"

    The same respectful voice came out, followed by the opening of one of the ten coffins, and a strong dark breath spewed out, projecting a crooked and evil figure.

    The black mist rolled, and it was a dwarf-like figure in the eyes, with dead white eyes, and there was no black in the white eyes, blending into the evil black mist, giving people a very terrifying feeling.

    He didn't move at first, just stepped on the coffin lid, staring straight into the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the bronze hall and projected into the distance.

    "I want to know, who is it that dares to provoke my Netherworld Poison Sect?Even dared to kill my only grandson.  "

    In addition to the supreme suzerain of the Netherworld Poison Sect, the ten elders with the strongest status and strength are the ten elders, and this one is Li Fengdu, who is the father of the elder Li Yunfeng.

    "Roar!"

    With a roar like a wild beast, this evil figure stretched out its five fingers and lay down on the coffin lid, but it was crawling like a wild beast. His ten fingers were as thin as sticks, and his ten nails were bent like hooks, each of which was extremely black.  Like a barb, it penetrated deeply into the coffin lid at this moment, piercing through the wood.

    The next moment, he rushed out suddenly, broke through the thick black poisonous mist, and soared into the sky, flying out of this gloomy and dark bronze hall.

    Standing on the bronze hall, he stepped heavily, and first glanced at the scorching sun above, perhaps living in the darkness for a long time made him feel a little uncomfortable, only to see that he stretched out his skinny palm to slightly block the sun.

    "The dazzling light is really disgusting"

    "But no matter who you are, you dare to provoke my Netherworld Poison Sect, you must be prepared to die"

    "I won't let you die so quickly, Jie Jie Jie"

    The presumptuous and rambunctious evil laughter was extremely hoarse, and it was transmitted to the ears of the black shadows that existed on the eaves of the bronze hall, and immediately made those black shadows tremble.

    "Elder"

    One of the black shadows who spoke tremblingly was a disciple of the Netherworld Poison Sect.

    "explain!"

    The ghostly Li Fengdu's face was covered with thick sores, his face was broken, and several hideous scars were stacked together to form a terrifying centipede.

    The disciple lowered his head deeply, almost buried his head in his knees, and said in a trembling voice, "Do we need to dispatch?"

    "Are you dispatched?"

    Li Feng glanced at the disciple, "Even my Feng'er is dead, do you think I need to use your hands to avenge my loss?"

    He murmured: "The opponents who can kill me, Feng'er, are also those you can deal with? Or can you think you are better than my Feng'er just because of you bastards?"

    "No dare not!"

    The disciple saw sweat on his forehead, and buried his head even lower. Because of his slip of the tongue, his whole body was trembling

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