0042 Resentment 2

Ye Fengxin said, "These corpses are not ordinary corpses. Each of them has incomparable resentment and resentment. They should be resentment."

Any resentment cut by a bat beast will catch fire at the incision. This fire is different from any flame that Ye Feng has seen before. It is black and does not diffuse with the wind like other flames, but concentrates on the wound where the resentment is cut open, and the burning will stop for a long time.

Ye Feng saw that the burned resentment opened its mouth and let out a howl. Its sound seemed to be more tragic than the torn resentment. Obviously, the burning pain was much stronger than the pain of being torn up.

After half an hour, the fire will automatically go out. If the resentment wants to escape, the bat beast will dive again. Any brainy guy who has suffered from it will not want to touch it a second time. If he wants to avoid its attack, the resentment has to turn back into the encirclement of the scaled beast.

"I... I'm not dead yet." The boy's familiar voice suddenly came. Ye Feng and Wu Xiaoqian looked at the sound together. The boy who had appeared several times before swam to the shore and wanted to climb to the shore, but was immediately caught by a scaled beast into a pool of meat mud.

After a while, the boy recovered and pleadingly looked at Ye Feng and said, "Please tell my mother that I'm not dead yet. Tell her to come and save me, come and save me..." Before he finished, he was torn into pieces again.

Ye Feng and Wu Xiaoqian took two steps back in horror.

"This...is this the legendary sea of Buddha's prison?" Ye Feng asked in horror, and his voice was already a little strange.

"It seems to be a sea of resentment." Wu Xiaoqian said in a trembling voice, "It is located in a certain spacetime in two-dimensional space." After a pause, he said, "I think we should get out of here quickly."

She said this a little late. Before she finished speaking, Ye Feng suddenly felt a strong suction that made her move quickly into the sea.

Ye Feng's heart was stunned, trying to control his body and looking at the source of suction.

A white resentment was opening his mouth at him at this time, and a wisp of black gas was squeezed out from time to time between his canine teeth.

Ye Feng was stunned to find that when the resentment was sucking him, all the scale beasts stopped attacking the resentment and walked around him.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was rapidly approaching the seaside, there was a little pleasure in his resentful eyes, as if doing so could alleviate his resentment.

Wu Xiaoqian beside her was also locked by another resentment. The strong suction made a master like her irresistible. Although she did not move as fast as Ye Feng, she was also approaching the seaside step by step.

Ye Feng raised the eternal ring, and a fire of eternal life was spraying on the resentment spirit that released suction on him.

Suddenly, the resentful spirit quickly caught fire like pouring oil all over, and then turned into ashes after a howling.

Ye Feng sprayed another fire of immortality on the body that was releasing resentment against Wu Xiaoqian.

Wu Xiaoqian pulled up Ye Feng and ran away from the sea.

"Your immortal mana is not low, can you drive the clouds?" Wu Xiaoqian asked while running.

Ye Feng replied awkwardly, "You can only use the sword. No...but I don't have a sword yet."

"Why didn't Long Xuanyu give you one?" Wu Xiaoqian said and pulled up Ye Feng and drove to the clouds.

Wu Xiaoqian flew with Ye Feng, which is naturally much faster than running on the ground with light work. After a while, the two were seven or eight miles away from the sea of resentment.

Ye Feng couldn't help asking, "Where is the sea of resentment?" I didn't see the introduction here in the collection of the five major libraries. It... should be a place that only masters above the holy level can go.

Wu Xiaoqian's tone was quite heavy: "It's a place where only a god-level master can come."

Ye Feng couldn't help pumping the corners of his mouth.

Sum, a strong pressure hit, making it difficult for Ye Feng to breathe, and his feet were unstable, and he almost fell from the clouds. Fortunately, Wu Xiaoqian pulled him very tightly. Seeing Ye Feng's body shaking, she hurriedly supported him with both hands to help him stabilize his body.

Ye Feng saw Wu Xiaoqian looking forward with a solemn face, so she followed her eyes.

Less than 100 meters away, a slender man stood in the clouds, hunting in black, with ink hair flying, white skin without any blood, blank eyes, and purple lips. A black Arabic numer "5" is printed on the earlobe of his left ear.

His glorious eyes stared at Ye Feng and Wu Xiaoqian listlessly and muttered, "The master said that everyone who comes here will become a spirit and throw it into the sea."

Ye Feng felt a burst of cold air from the man and hit his body, making him shiver unconsciously. And the strong pressure he just felt was caused by this person.

Ye Feng did not feel the existence of life from this person. Obviously, this person is also a dead spirit, but he does not emit the smell of corpses like those resent spirits in the sea.

Has this person cultivated the Changsheng method to a high level, and the yuan god can automatically condense into a physical body?

But such a master is actually controlled by what he calls the "master" like a completely unconscious zombie. What kind of person will this so-called "master" be?

Presumably, this sea of resentment is the artificial formation of this "master". Those dead spirits have been bullied by scaled beasts and bat beasts in the sea for a long time, and their resentment increases day by day. In the long run, they will naturally become resentment spirits.

But I don't know who wants to cultivate the dead into resentful spirits?

"Be careful!" Hearing Wu Xiaoqian's cry, Ye Feng suddenly woke up from his meditation and was shocked to see that the man 100 meters away from the opposite had arrived in front of her.

"It's so fast!" Ye Feng was shocked.

This person did not attack like Ye Feng, otherwise, with his brisk movements, Ye Feng is now a dead body. However, his black and dull eyes suddenly became strange, and something seemed to be squirming in his pupils.

Ye Feng was curious and couldn't help looking at those pupils.

"Come on... come on..." A white-haired old lady waved to Ye Feng with a smile in her pupils, and her gloomy call sounded in Ye Feng's ears.

Ye Feng got goose bumps and shivered, and couldn't help but want to retreat. He forgot that he was standing in mid-air at this time, and his strength became surprisingly strong after being frightened. After retreating, he broke free from Wu Xiaoqian's hand and immediately fell down on his head and feet.

In horror, Ye Feng had woken up from the shock just now, waiting for luck to slow down the falling speed, and suddenly felt a tight waist.

A long ribbon in Wu Xiaoqian's hand has been tied to his waist, making his falling body stagnate. Her hand holding the ribbon gently lifted it, and Ye Feng fell back to her side.