Chapter 255 Soul Communication

Yang Feng clearly felt that some force in his body was being awakened, and he didn't know what had happened. Suddenly, the statue in front of him seemed to move, and then he raised his leg and walked over. Suddenly, a strong black gas slowly dispersed from the small statue.

"Ah..." Behind Yang Feng, Wu Xiu and Wu Ran, the elders of the witch clan, exclaimed. All the witches were stunned and stared at Yang Feng towards the stone statue that had been sealed for thousands of years. Only a few old mages know the secret of this stone statue, while some young people don't know it.

What's going on? They only knew that the witch would welcome a special guest today, but they never thought that this special guest seemed to be related to evil, and this black gas did not look like the witchcraft of his witch clan. What is not magic?

Yang Feng walked alone to the small stone statue. A voice slowly sounded in his ear: "Hello, old friend!" A huge black figure appeared in his mind. Unexpectedly, it looks exactly like the stone statue.

"Hello!" Like an old friend, Yang Feng looked at the stone statue in front of him with a smile. Only he knew what it was. This was not an ordinary stone statue, but a witch god, the god of the witch, and the supreme leader of the witch. The horrible existence that has been sealed in dust for thousands of years. An old friend of the immortal god of war. At the same time, a period of past flashed in Yang Feng's mind. At this time, he believed the statement that Hai could not do. The blood inheritance was not only blood, but also the soul. The soul of the undead warrior he inherited.

In those years, the Witch God was still a small teenager and traveled around the world with the undead warriors. They killed people together, robbed things together, practiced together, and even pick up girls together, later. The witch god was looked at by an old monster and practiced a magical skill. Through his own efforts, he became a master of this skill and carried it forward. Later, he created witchcraft. The two young men fought together in the world. Later, the witch god stayed because of a woman, and the warriors who did not die were still traveling between heaven and earth, so the two finally lost contact. It was not until later that they met again in a dispute between demons and monsters and the so-called subordinates. At this time, the immortal warriors have become immortal and become immortal warriors. And redraw the starry sky with one's own strength and then govern the world, so the world has a new scene. The two brothers joined hands again to change the world. After that, the two went west and east.

A faint red light flashed from Yang Feng, and a magical light flashed in his mind, attracting everyone to move closer to him. It was the exchange of the soul. Wu Xiu and Wu Ran, and Wu Lao Er Wu just understood at a glance that Yang Feng had entered a good state of soul cultivation, and the two souls were talking. This is the best time for soul cultivation.

However, these old witches were shocked one by one and looked at Yang Feng with a burst of hair in their hearts. Others don't know, of course they know that the statue is the legendary witch god, the real witch god. This guy actually communicated with the witch god as soon as he came. Several old people shook their bodies and almost fell down. Fierce man, what a fierce man, too fierce. These old people, several generations of the witch clan have spent countless thoughts and painstaking efforts to take the initiative to communicate with the Witch God. This boy actually took the initiative to get into contact with the Witch God as soon as he came. Ah, no, after communicating, he was simply evil, evil. There was once a big elder who spent more than 800 years of his life and specialized in studying how to communicate with the witch god, but his life did not achieve it. This was good. He casually called out the witch god easily. Moreover, depending on the situation, the two communicated in a soul way. This is the most high-level communication. If you can enter the soul cultivation in this way, then Yang Feng will definitely become a master of soul art, and may even practice spiritual power.

Yang Feng's strength shocked several witches. After a long time, the black gas slowly fell back to the sculpture, and the red light on Yang Feng's body slowly dissipated, so he couldn't help sighing.

He slowly turned around. When everyone saw him, they were stunned again. Yang Feng has changed. If Yang Feng broke through the limit of blood yuan and released the power of blood yuan, the whole person has changed. After he understood the martial power, he seemed to have the breath of a generation of masters. Today, his whole body seems to be a little different, completely different. It's the kind of difference that is eye-catching but can't tell the difference in feeling. Spirit, several old things of the witch clan have seen it. This is the difference in spirit. Only those who have practiced high-level soul art can have this kind of abnormality.

"Well, Mr. Yang, can you show us witches how to break the spell?" The first to speak was Wu Gang. He was an anxious person. At this time, Yang Feng communicated with the Witch God as soon as he came. It was simply too fierce, and also made him, the second elder of the witch clan, see Yang Feng's unusual. He wished that Yang Feng could immediately relieve the power of these people's blood-binding spell. Moreover, he also believes that Yang Feng may really have this magical power. At first, he was the one who believed him the most, and he was the one who was most opposed to finding the immortal warrior. Unexpectedly, once Yang Feng showed such a terrible strength, he was the first to believe it.

"Well, some elders, I have some discussions with my friends in advance." Therefore, Yang Feng found the old householder and Xiaochan and others and said their words. Everyone was ecstatic. Only Xiaochan burst into tears. Yang Feng wants to leave her in the Wuyun swamp. Through Roulan's story, everyone knows that Yang Feng does not belong to this space. Although everyone will be skeptical, they all know Yang Feng's strength, so they would rather choose to believe it. When several women heard it, Yang Feng wanted to use the space of the witch to go back to the previous world. For a moment, everyone was stunned. Without Yang Feng, they lost more than a man. It is the most precious thing in their lives. No matter what others think, no matter where they go, even if they are only allowed to be a little maidservant, they are willing. It's just that no one thought that Yang Feng would make such a decision.

"Wu Tian, four leopards, listen carefully. When I release their curse, you will take Xiaochan and follow me. No matter what happens, remember to protect them. Come back to my world with me."

"What?" Yang Feng's words almost stunned several women's happiness. Unexpectedly, he asked Hai Wutian to protect them to follow him, but he was going to take them away. In fact, Yang Feng did not say that he would not take them at all, but just said that he would stay in the territory of the witch in the future. After all, he is kind to the witch and believes that this face of the witch will still be sold to them. Therefore, when he heard that Yang Feng wanted to keep everyone, and several women also thought that they would also stay. For a moment, it was a mess. At this time, my heart was happy, and tears flowed out again. These are tears of happiness.

"What's going on?" Yang Feng stared at Xiaochan and other women. This is really a woman's heart. We cried twice as soon as we said a few words. It seems that they are reluctant to leave their hometown.

"Which, whether you like it or not, since I promise you to take care of you and let you be my women, no matter where I go, you must follow me, so although this is your hometown, you must follow me." Yang Feng is domineering. Yang Feng can't guarantee what will happen to them in this world. After all, this is a slave society without human rights, and they are all slaves, so he must take these women away.

When the women heard this, they really looked at Yang Feng affectionately and couldn't wait to become Yang Feng's woman immediately. With such a man, they would not regret it all their lives.

"Well, brother, go ahead. We'll be fine and follow you." Xiaochan whispered. This girl is also blushing and happy. It's not easy to leave with so many people. But with them, they will be helpless. Even if they stay in this Wuyun swamp, they are still rootless floating apples. For them, Yang Feng has become the person they recognize in their minds, so they are looking forward to with the old and new Yang Feng.

"E elder, take me to the altar." The blood demon binding spell is on the altar. Only by removing the spell on the altar can this demonic curse disappear from the witch forever.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, please!" Even Wu Xiu, the head of the witch clan, was respectful to Yang Feng. After all, Yang Feng was the one who saved their whole clan and saved the whole witch clan. Such a great kindness made him crumble, and I'm afraid it is difficult to repay him. At the same time, he confirmed one thing from Yang Feng's communication with the Witch God, that is, the immortal Wudu did know the ancestors of the Witch clan. Otherwise, Yang Feng could not communicate with the Witch God so smoothly at the beginning. A person of the same generation as his ancestors, he, an old man with a gray beard, is not disrespectful. Sometimes, children don't look at the appearance.

When he came to the altar, Yang Feng looked at the bright red blood spell and immediately understood that this was the real power of the blood demon. No wonder the witches can't break it.

He reached out and pierced his wrist, and a drop of blood more red flowed out of his hand.

Yang Feng moved his hand close to the blood demon binding spell on the central pillar of the altar, and his blood covered it.