Chapter 202 The Undead God of War

As soon as Yang Feng looked up, Hai couldn't be in front of him.

The two are one after another.

Yang Feng found himself entering a strange space. He found that he could not lift any power except the power of blood, and his power had begun to recover, but at this moment, the power in his body was gone, as if he had been sucked away by something in this space. Only the gravitational magnetic field can absorb the original force. Could it be that it has entered the gravity field? But isn't there a seven-fold demon world in the gravity field? How can it be in the slave country this month? Is it strange?

When Yang Feng was suspicious, a strange cry sounded behind him. Just as he was about to turn his head and suddenly remembered what Hai could not say, he was suddenly shocked. He only stopped at his feet and continued to move forward. But less than five steps, the sound sounded again, and this time it sounded above his head. Yang Feng was shocked again. Just as he wanted to look up, Hai's voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

Is this? Yang Feng clearly felt that it was not that Hai could not speak at this moment, but that he put the voice in his heart and put it in his heart just now. What kind of martial arts or spell is this? If the other party wants to kill him, won't he be able to capture his mind immediately? It's terrible. Yang Feng looked at the sea with a trace of fear in his eyes. I don't know where he is going to take himself, but Yang Feng suddenly became a little alert. He always felt that Elder Hai had hidden something from himself. This strange cave seemed to give him an indescribable feeling, which seemed strange and familiar. But where on earth is he going to take himself?

Yang Feng looked at it. The whole space was very wide, and he couldn't explain whether it was a cave or something. The surrounding walls were as smooth as jade, as if they had been carved, but if they looked carefully, they seemed to be naturally generated. A snow-white light was reflected on the white wall, stabbing people's eyes.

Yang Feng was surprised at what this was and how there was such a magical cave wall.

The surrounding space is empty and there is nothing. Yang Feng can't walk forward with the sea. Sometimes, the strange cry will ring from different angles and in different directions. Several times in a row, Yang Feng has gotten used to it and ignored it. Therefore, while the cry was sad and fierce, he was calm and moved. If Yang Feng hadn't been determined and different from ordinary people, he would have been crazy at this moment. The cry made people's hair tremble, panic and tremble. It's not human at all. It seems to be a dangerous signal from some twisted monster with a demonic spirit.

The sea in front of him couldn't look at Yang Feng with a little surprise, and the two entered another space.

A white door opens gently.

Just as soon as the door was opened, Yang Feng's heart jumped suddenly. Before he could retreat and enter, his whole heart jumped up.

Well, what's going on?

A strong uneasy feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Hai couldn't step in. Yang Feng looked at his back, hesitated a little, and still followed.

His heart beat faster.

The space in front is not the same. It is still like a piece of white jade, which is really similar to Xianmen Cave, but Yang Feng is not in the mood to think about these. A familiar feeling that has never existed made his whole heart beat fast, as if he was going to see something. No, it seems that he has lost contact for a long time. Old friends who have met, they are about to meet.

Du...Du...Du...Du...Dudu...Dudu...Dudu...

The sea in front of him was still calm, but the strange cry just now never sounded again.

The wonderful feeling made Yang Feng stronger and more excited, as if something was involved in his soul.

Suddenly, he only felt black in front of his eyes.

"It's here!" The sea's body suddenly stopped.

Yang Feng looked up and exclaimed, "Ah!" The whole person was stunned.

I saw a black man about 20 feet tall standing in front of him. No, a dark sculpture can hardly see the head of the statue. The whole statue is covered with terrible tangled muscles, as if every inch of skin contains infinite power, which may break out at any time, kill invisibly and kill the enemy a hundred miles away. That inch of perfect muscle forms a perfect manifold curve, emitting a dazzling light.

"This is..." Yang Feng was stunned and couldn't say a word. But he did not feel any fear. On the contrary, the unprecedented familiarity made him have a wonderful feeling about the huge black statue in front of him. He seemed to be looking at an old friend, an old acquaintance... No, no, no, like a brother... or wrong, like... like... like himself. Yes, it's like looking at another self, another self. This strange feeling shocked Yang Feng himself, and his eyes were full of surprise at the black giant.

But the black man's feet were open, his hands were cut upside down, his eyes were far away, his eyes were like a torch, and his whole body seemed to present a posture, an indescribable gesture. Yang Feng always felt that there seemed to be something unusual in this posture, but he couldn't tell where it was unusual. This posture seems to be the rise of many martial arts, and it is like the ending posture of many martial arts, more like a natural martial arts. Attack, retreat and defense, between advance and retreat, completely from the heart, determined by yourself. No matter how the other party moves and from what direction, the situation is under control. And this posture can't be broken no matter how Yang Feng looks at it. What kind of martial arts is this? Or what kind of advanced martial arts?

Yang Feng fell to the ground and looked at the big black man in front of him in a daze. The sea beside him could not be seen, his face moved slightly, and his body quietly retreated backwards. Before the huge black statue, only Yang Feng was left sitting on the ground with his eyebrows deeply locked, as if he was thinking about something.

He is enlightening. Hai couldn't know what Yang Feng must have thought of and wanted to understand this sculpture. The old man was shocked and retreated quietly. He has kept this sculpture for thousands of years without any understanding. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng felt the mystery of this great god as soon as he came. The undead warrior is the undead warrior. Some things are not obtained by high cultivation. It seems that this secret that has been kept for thousands of years will be broken.

Yang Feng's eyebrows were deeply locked and his face was blank. Looking at the black man, Hu'er's face showed joy, Hu'er's face was sad, staring at the black man in a daze and forgetfulness.

"Are you finally here?" A majestic voice sounded from the bottom of Yang Feng's heart.

"Most of all, I'm coming. So you're here." As if he were an old friend he had not seen for a long time, Yang Feng also responded lightly.

"It's good to come, there is hope when you come. However, you are too weak now, and I can't help you. Hurry up and understand as much as you can.

Yang Feng nodded with a trace of indifference on his face.

"This is..." Suddenly, Yang Feng's mind flashed, and the thoughts just formed went through his consciousness like a tide.

"Martial power!"

The black man showed surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect that he hadn't said the name of the posture, and Yang Feng could sense it. The blood heirs are really different.

"Yes, this is the foundation of my undead martial arts, martial arts. Take your time to understand this immortal martial arts, and you will step into the door of immortal martial arts. The body modification you practiced before is one of my immortal martial arts practice.

"What? Undead martial arts?" Yang Feng's face changed greatly. Undead martial arts correction is another name for undead martial arts. Legend has it that as long as you get the introduction to the practice of undead martial arts, you can step into the door of undead martial arts and defeat the opponent by virtue of martial arts. No matter how strong the opponent's cultivation is, you can't escape the bad luck of being broken.

Undead martial arts, break martial arts with skills, break martial arts with martial arts, between the world, only immortality is not broken, only immortal martial arts is not broken. Immortal, immortal, immortal martial arts, immortal martial gods.

Yang Feng buzzed, and he really met the immortal god of war. In front of him should be the legendary god of war. The founder of heaven and earth martial arts.

"I'm not immortal, I'm just his incarnation."

Yang Feng was shocked again, and the immortal god of war came into an external incarnation. Where is the real body of the immortal god of war? Legend has it that as long as you see the true body of the immortal martial arts god, you can understand the true meaning of the world's martial arts skills.