Whether it was a Zen disciple or a Netherworld cultivator, they were not under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld. Meng Po gritted her teeth in anger, but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as the river continued to recede. Because the blood that she had worked so hard to get was being sucked away by Du Feng.
"Good, good, good! Good, good, good! "
Although the ghost servant did not advance this time, he was happy to see his master take care of Meng Po. As the water level of the River of Forgetfulness continued to drop, the entire Netherworld killing array began to shake. This time, Du Feng did not use his knowledge of formations to break the array in the Formation room, but purely used his powerful martial arts.
"Roar …"
A low roar came from Du Feng's throat, as if an ancient beast had descended upon the human world. His eyes became redder and redder, already turning into rubies. It was impossible to distinguish the pupils and the whites of his eyes. The hot air exhaled from his nostrils also carried a dark red color. Two sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, growing longer and longer.
"Handsome, handsome, too handsome. It would be great if master was like this normally."
Under the influence of the Northern Dark Demonic Arts, Du Feng's body began to transform uncontrollably. The human side was suppressed, and the bestial side continued to strengthen. If this went on, he might become a demon who killed people like scything flax. His Beast was a little special. After transforming completely, it would not become a Demonic Beast. Instead, it would become an out-and-out Demon Dweller. While his combat power increased, he would also lose his rationality. But for some reason, this time, Du Tulong did not help.
"Husband, I'm afraid!"
Shangguan Yun was only left with a red dudou. She lowered her head slightly, and her cheeks were slightly red with a hint of shyness. The scene in the formation suddenly changed. There was no Road to the Underworld, no Bridge of Helplessness, and Meng Po in the River of Forgetfulness. Everything was the same as before Du Feng was reborn. What was going on? Could time be reversed?
"You bitch, why do you want to kill me?"
Du Feng grabbed Shangguan Yun's arm, wanting an answer from her. Actually, he knew in his heart that he would never be able to return to the past, but he still wanted an answer. This was Du Feng's heart demon, a heart demon caused by excessive use of the Northern Dark Devil Arts.
"Husband, you're hurting me."
Shangguan Yun's white arm was left with a few red marks. She looked a little anxious, and her eyes began to redden, as if she was about to cry. Hearing her cry, Du Feng couldn't help but feel his heart soften. In the end, she was the woman he once loved, so he couldn't bear to see her cry.
"Tell me, where is Tang Kun hiding? What did you do to my father?"
Du Feng let go of Shangguan Yun's arm and stared at her every move. He would never allow himself to be attacked again.
"How would I know that Tang Kun is there? What's wrong with you, husband? Today is our big day!"
As Shangguan Yun spoke, she began to take off the only thing covering her body, which was the red dudou. Du Feng had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. In order to marry this woman, he had suffered a lot. If he hadn't been reborn as a human, perhaps he would have been fooled again.
"Don't play this trick with me, hurry up and hand over Tang Kun!"
Du Feng looked at Shangguan Yun coldly, in case she made a sneak attack. Even if the other party stripped naked, he would not be distracted. Mentioning Tang Kun again, Shangguan Yun's expression was obviously a little unnatural, as if there was something she wanted to say but didn't dare to say, and forcibly held back.
"Brother Du, be careful!"
At this time, the door of the wedding room was kicked open from the outside, and a person rushed in. It was Tang Kun, whom Du Feng was looking for. With a sharp sword in hand, he actually pounced towards Shangguan Yun. Before Du Feng could react, the sword pierced through Shangguan Yun's heart.
"I … I …"
Shangguan Yun's mouth moved twice, but in the end, she couldn't say what she wanted to say. Just like that, her naked body fell into Du Feng's arms.
"Impossible! This is impossible! "
Seeing this scene, Du Feng immediately went crazy. The black whirlpool in his hands spun even faster, constantly sucking in the water of the River of Forgetfulness. Even the stones that fell from the broken Bridge of Forgetfulness were sucked up from the bottom of the river. The evil ghosts and vengeful spirits that were soaking in the blood couldn't escape. One by one, they let out heart-wrenching howls, trying to escape the fate of being devoured.
"Big brother, don't!"
The wood spirit girl couldn't bear to watch any longer. She flashed out from his shoulder, trying to rouse Du Feng's rationality.
"Why not? Master is so handsome like this."
The ghost servant still didn't understand the situation. In his eyes, as long as Du Feng became stronger, it was fine. In fact, there was no difference between gods, demons, demons, and humans. When humans died, they became ghosts. Even a ghost cultivator like him was working hard to become stronger. Why would his master give up such a good opportunity? If he continued to cultivate as a demon, he would one day become a high and mighty demon god. When that time came, he could crush Meng Po with a single finger.
"Big brother, wake up. Think about your mistress in the East Continent, think about your friends, think about …"
The demonic aura on Du Feng's body became thicker and thicker. The wood spirit girl was too close, so it was inevitable that she would be corroded. Her emerald green skirt was dyed black by the demonic aura. Moreover, there were several burnt holes in it, exposing her tender white skin. White smoke would rise whenever she came into contact with the demonic aura. She was a spirit formed from pure wood elemental energy, so she was most afraid of yin-type energy. The demonic aura was extremely harmful to her.
The wood spirit girl's words were clearly effective. The crazed Du Feng thought of his mother, Liu Fei, who was far away in the East Continent. Although they hadn't spent much time together, it was the first time he felt a mother's love. He also thought of Zhao Tianlei, who was responsible for taking care of the mistress. He wondered how that silly boy was doing. Li Jun and Song Wanshan should be doing well. He wondered if Murong Mansha was still in the Green Sun Sect. Her Cultivation level should be very high by now …
Du Feng thought of too many past events and too many people. Cloud City. He remembered a place called Cloud City. He had a dream before. His father, the Pill King, had asked him to go to a place called Cloud City to find him. Thinking of this, Du Feng's eyes brightened. He turned around and saw the injury on the wood spirit girl's arm.
"Ling 'er …"
The wood spirit girl's injury touched Du Feng's heart. The red in his eyes gradually faded.
"Rumble …"
At this moment, the Underworld's killing formation completely collapsed. The Yellow Springs Road, Dog Ridge, Bridge of Helplessness, and everything else in the Underworld shattered like a mirror. It was all like a dream. With the formation broken, he woke up from his dream.
"Phew …"
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