Chapter 209 Reve the Siren 2

The gray beads in Yang Feng's hand suddenly appeared, and a gray energy came out magnificently.

"Little, you can..." Hai Wutian looked at Yang Feng contemptuously. His confidence in the storm formula of the sea god was not as good as the trust of the sea people in the sea god, so in his eyes, Yang Feng was a dead man.

But the next moment, he suddenly found a strange thing. The power of the sea soul in the storm wave suddenly began to disappear like mud into the sea. What's going on? Is it that his soul power is not enough? He suddenly carried the soul power and raised the soul power again, and the surging soul power rushed forward like a sea tide. Go.

Shu...Shu...Shu...Shu...Shu... Weird happened again. The soul power was like fast sand and rushed to Yang Feng again. The gray fog in front of him constantly sucked the power of the sea soul emitted from Hai Wutian.

The power of the sea soul was trained by the worldly treasure obtained by Hai Wutian in the depths of the sea after betraying the sea god clan. Therefore, the sea god storm formula used by this sea soul power is almost invincible. He is confident that he is the master of that year, the undead sea nature will be resurrected, and he is also sure to kill it in the storm. In the wind and waves.

It is impossible for anyone to win his unique secret storm formula, because his storm formula is not refined with original power, but with soul power.

The faster his soul power increased, the faster it disappeared. In an instant, the storm in front of him became like a stroke and began to shake, and the strong wave also lost its strength, as if drunk.

Well, what's going on? The sea was shocked.

The gray beads in Yang Feng's hand are constantly absorbing his soul power. The sea can't keep pouring, and the gray beads keep sucking. Finally, the wave fell softly like a broken leather catkins.

The sea was impossible, and the snow whale king was stunned. What's going on? It seems that the storm has turned into a sheep.

The storm formula of Hai Wutian finally dissipated in the air. The gray beads in Yang Feng's hand did not stop, and he actually sucked into the soul power of Hai Wutian's body.

Hai Wutian is so scared that he can't get it. What is that? How can he absorb the power of his sea soul?

Just now, he became a little overwhelmed. Hai Tianfa's eyes opened his mouth wide and his eyes were straight. He couldn't help but believe it. Someone could break the storm formula of Hai Wutian, and he didn't believe it even if he killed him. Although he had not personally experienced the terribleness of this sea god storm formula, the eldest brother Hai Wuji chased the cultivation of the heavenly man. After suffering a full blow from the storm formula, he was seriously injured and died dozens of days without illness. Master Hai was born with an explanation before the solution. No one can touch the storm formula. He can only avoid it. The benefits can be imagined. Moreover, now, I don't know how much the cultivation of Hai Wutian has been refined, and the power of this storm formula is at least dozens of times stronger than that year.

Hai's brain is short-circuited.

But the sea is miserable, and the soul power in his body is still pouring into the gray beads.

He tried his best to break free, but the bead was like a blood-eating devil, chasing him closely, allowing him to release thousands of power without bouncing the gray beads away.

He is really afraid. If it goes on like this, all the soul power of his thousands of cultivation will be lost, and his cultivation will plummet. He began to tremble involuntarily. He looked at Yang Feng with some pleading.

Yang Feng looked elsewhere. This sea dared to use such a terrible storm formula and bury tens of thousands of lives in the Snow Whale Country. It can be imagined that if he did not give him some color, how could he be cured.

Seeing that Yang Feng did not mean to stop at all, Hai Wuxuan's face instantly turned pale.

"Hai Wutian, I only ask you once, will you follow me?" Yang Feng's voice sounded coldly. He just wants Hai Wutian to understand that with his power, he can destroy Hai Wutian in an instant. It seems that if these people can't surrender by force, I'm afraid they will have different intentions with themselves. Now, the Yang family urgently needs such a person. With him, Yang Feng can safely go out.

"Kid, what kind of ability do you have to absorb my soul power with a small bead? You have the guts to fight with me. If you can beat me, I will follow you."

The sea beside him could not completely understand that Yang Feng actually wanted to subdue Hai Wutian. He was completely stunned by Yang Feng's behavior. He knows best what kind of person Hai Wutian is. When he first made his debut, he was known as a sea monster. Because he practiced like a demon, the name of sea demon was confirmed. Even if his master was alive, there was nothing he could do with him. Yang Feng suddenly wanted to subdue such a person, and he was simply a madman. If Hai Wutian is a complete madman, then Yang Feng is a completely horrible madman. There is nothing else in his eyes looking at Yang Feng, but fear.

"Haha... The frog at the bottom of the well, you deserve to do it with Ben Shao. It's really ridiculous that you don't even know how to eat soul beads and cultivate soul power. Well, I'll give you a chance to fight with you. If you lose, you have to fulfill your promise just now. If you dare to go back on your word, I will use this soul bead to collect your three souls and make you an idiot.

What an arrogant person Hai Wutian is. When Yang Feng said so, how could he say half a word, and his old face turned red. He was shocked. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng's hand turned out to be the legendary soul-eating beads. This soul-eating bead is specially designed to deal with the soul-cultivating person. Once the other party is met, you have thousands of soul power. No matter how strong your soul power is, you can't escape. Finally, the soul-eating bead will suck away all the soul of the person and turn it into a walking corpse. In those years, when he practiced soul power, he had heard of it, but he didn't expect that he was so unlucky that he had met it. Didn't he say that this thing had disappeared for ten thousand years? Why is it in the hands of this boy? Hai Wutian really wants to cry in his heart.

Yang Feng's soul-eating beads in his hand shook, "Come on, Hai Wutian, don't say that I won't give you a chance. As long as you force me back one step, you will win."

"I..." Hai Wutian almost vomited blood. Thinking about what kind of person he is, he has been crossing the sea for thousands of years. He has been defeated by countless masters under him and won the terrible name of sea monster. Today, he was actually pointed to his nose and shouted at by a hairy boy. Jane is really going crazy.

"Ky, go to hell, go to hell!" Hai Wutian roared, and his body was like lightning. Suddenly, his right hand slapped fiercely and crazily, and a strong collapse broke the void and roared.

Yang Feng's body did not move, with his hands on his back, and his legs were slightly divided. A desperate fighting spirit arose from his body. He looked ahead, meaning nine days, like a bell, like a pine, like a wind, like an axe, like a sword... A simple and strange breath dispersed from his body. A stream of light leaked from the sky.

How's it going? Is it more than that?" Yang Feng's voice sounded coldly. Hai Wutian's whole body is stupid.

Yang Feng was right in front of him, only one meter away, and his right hand knife pointed at his eyebrows. How did he get here? He can destroy a city with a twelve-year-effective palm. How did he escape? He was just five feet away. What's going on? How did he do it?

Hai Wutian's face can no longer be described as shocking. He can't feel anything except fear. The whole person is as dull as a wooden chicken.

Yang Feng's hand slowly put down.

Looking at his strange posture, as if it would penetrate the sea's body at any time. That posture made him unable to think of what angle, what kind of martial arts he could attack, where to attack, what martial arts to use, and how much power to use, Yang Feng would not hesitate to pass through his body. Khan came out of the sea's head.

He lost his fighting spirit.

In front of Yang Feng, the majestic head of the sea god, the demon of the sea, is known as the sea god's martial arts idiot, lost his will to fight.

As soon as he saw Hai Wutian showing such an expression, Hai couldn't really stand it. If he continued to watch it, he had to commit suicide. He, a thousand-year-old monster, is not even as good as a child in Yang Feng. This blow is really... He sighed and slowly fell to the place where Qingling and Xuefeng fell.

The Snow Whale King was also shocked. In her mind, Hai Wutian is the first master in the sea. She even thought that when she returned to the Haishen Palace with the Snow Whale Clan, she would find a way to pull him in and let him return to the Haishen clan, serve the Sea God clan and contribute to the peace of the sea, although she knew that it was difficult. But she has decided to give it a try anyway. Because she knows very well that only Hai Wutian can deter the old monsters of all races, and only evil spirits like Hai Wutian can make those old monsters of all races bow their heads. And today, this sea is completely defeated...

For a long time, Hai Wutian's eyes became a little lax. Yang Feng's legs closed, his body moved, his posture changed, and the simple fighting spirit dissipated moment by moment.