The huge skeleton quietly lies on the vast square, neatly, like a real dragon looking down at the world, its posture is natural, tall and holy, as if it is alive. The white skeleton has not changed color due to millions of years, but has become more crystal clear.

She seemed to have seen a real divine beast lying on this square millions of years ago, quietly looking at the human beings below. Its posture was leisurely, worshipped by humans, and every move was exuding the sacred majesty of the divine beast. Until now, its momentum is still superior.

Mo Tiange slowly approached and looked up at the skeleton of the ancient dragon.

The momentum is still there, and the spiritual energy is still there. It is holy and vast, just like the breath of the dragon outside, but it is even stronger, making her almost unable to breathe.

But why did Ren Yufeng become like that? Such a dragon breath should not cause the effect of being possessed by demons. But apart from being possessed by demons, how can he explain Ren Yufeng's appearance? Could it be... he used the wrong method at all?

Before she could figure out the reason, Mo Tiange had already keenly noticed a... evil spirit approached outside. Under the pressure of the breath of the divine dragon, she could not spread her spiritual consciousness, but this evil spirit did not require spiritual consciousness to sense it at all, and it was clearly transmitted.

As soon as she noticed it, she immediately pressed her eyebrows, activated the Xutian Realm, and hid in.

This evil spirit does not mean that it is undoubtedly Ren and Feng.

Sure enough, not long after, a person flew in from the entrance. It was Ren Yufeng. He was holding two people in his hand, one was Qiu Zhiming and the other was Xiahou Yuan.

Seeing this scene, Mo Tiange felt relieved. Without Jiang Shanghang, he might have really escaped.

Ren and Feng, who were outside Xutian, grabbed the two people, threw them to the ground, and snorted coldly: "Do you want to run away? Hum!"

He fell heavily, Qiu Zhiming and Xiahou Yuan were suddenly accustomed to the ground, and both of them screamed. Judging from this momentum, Mo Tiange guessed that Ren and Feng had at least had the cultivation level of the Dan stage.

Mo Tiange frowned and looked at the scene outside.

"Senior Brother Ren!" Xiahou Yuan got up, saw Ren Yufeng's murderous look, and first begged, "Senior Brother Ren, we are from the same school, and my master and Master Buqi have a good relationship. You can let me go because of our past relationship!"

Ren Yufeng's face was filled with black air staring at her, but he smiled contemptuously: "Let you go? Xiahou Yuan, you forgot how you used to laugh at me? Relying on your Xiahou family's status in the Zhengfa Sect, you secretly mocked me in front of Ai Xian for having no hope of getting promoted. Don't you remember it? I remember it clearly!"

"You..." Xiahou Yuan was stunned, and then panicked, "You... heard..."

After all, Ren Yufeng was a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage. His identity was still higher than him in public. Xiahou Yuan would definitely not say such things in person. At this time, he looked surprised. He did not expect that the gossip he told his sister privately would be heard by the victim and he had to settle the accounts.

Ren Yufeng smiled grimly, his originally white face was covered with black air, and his smile became more and more terrifying: "You used to be from the Xiahou family, and I can't do anything to you. This kind of air can only be swallowed, but now!" He opened his hand and a ball of black air appeared in the palm of his palm. In Xiahou Yuan's horrified gaze, the black lightly threw it out.

It was so light and there was no effort at all. When Xiahou Yuan touched the black gas, he suddenly screamed "Ah--" and his screams were so miserable that Mo Tiange could not help but feel trembling today.

Xiahou Yuan was surrounded by black gas, and there were continuous screams in the black gas. The pain and misery conveyed made people feel unbearable to listen. At the same time, Xiahou Yuan seemed to be unable to bear the pain and began to roll on the ground.

This was underwater in the sea. She had a waterproof barrier because of eating bubble fruit. At this time, she was surrounded by black gas, and the barrier slowly disappeared. Mo Tiange saw her lose the barrier and was trapped in the sea water. Her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were soaked in the sea water. Only a little skin exposed was covered by black gas, and her face showed an unbearable pain.

Mo Tiange frowned slightly. The monk has stronger tolerance for pain than mortals, and will never show such a painful expression. How cruel is it? What is the mystery of this black aura? Why can a monk be so painful?

Seeing Xiahou Yuan's painful expression, Qiu Zhiming was already shocked, and Ren and Feng showed a happy expression, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Xiahou Yuan gritted his teeth and endured it, and then screamed again. Finally, the waterproof barrier disappeared, and he couldn't even scream. His ears and nose were blocked by the sea, and his face suddenly turned blue and purple. He unconsciously grabbed his neck and struggled in pain.

After a long time, I probably felt that I had appreciated enough. Ren Yufeng gently sniffed his black air, smiled, and looked at her with pity: "You said, why are you doing this? If I had said less, I wouldn't be like this today..."

Without the black gas coverage, Xiahou Yuan was exposed. She had no waterproof barrier and was soaked in water. Although she would not drown, her injuries would only be even worse when injured. This Xiahou Yuan must be the family lady. She had never suffered any pain. After being tossed like this, she was already half dead.

Mo Tiange frowned and looked at this scene. Ren Yufeng was so cruel and morbidly pursuing the pleasure of torture others. She was almost certain that these two people would not be able to survive. Although she hid in the realm of Xutian, Ren Yufeng would not have noticed it, but what if he absorbed the so-called breath of the dragon and had the ability that she did not understand? Ren Yufeng's performance at this time would definitely not make her have a good life.

But what happened to Ren and Feng? With his cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building and his disciple of the Jindan monk, even Jiang Shanghang was very satisfied with the treatment of the Zhengfa Sect. Why did he feel so resentful?

After tossing Xiahou Yuan, Ren and Feng turned to Qiu Zhiming again. He looked at Qiu Zhiming with an expressionless face. Qiu Zhiming's face turned pale and red, red and white.

Based on what he saw just now, Qiu Zhiming had a violent temper and was a little upright. He was willing to run with the injured Yu Xiaoran. Even if this would drag down his speed, he hated Ren Yufeng's behavior so much. But Mo Tiange really couldn't guess what he would do.

Ren Yufeng suddenly took a step and approached Qiu Zhiming step by step. He walked slowly, but it was very intimidating, and even more scary because of the slowness. He seemed to enjoy this feeling of fear, step by step, deliberately steadily.

Qiu Zhiming became more and more afraid, his face became paler, his lips trembled, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Mo Tiange noticed that his breathing was no longer smooth, and his nose was opened and closed rapidly and weak.

Just as Ren Yufeng was about to walk to him, his knees suddenly became soft and he knelt down, and then his face wrinkled, all his tears and snot came down, and he said tremblingly: "Senior Brother Ren, Senior Brother Ren, I'm not sorry for you, please spare me..."

Ren Yufeng stopped moving and looked at him condescendingly.

He didn't say anything, just looked coldly, watching Qiu Zhiming, who was arrogant and violent, crying in front of him, making his face blurred, and he couldn't even breathe.

It is easy to be arrogant. Without the threat of life, you can certainly make a proud posture and put yourself in a pure and clean position. However, before life, it is easy to let go of this arrogant attitude. It is almost unnecessary to brew. Naturally, lower your arrogant head and kneel down your straight knees.

Mo Tiange sighed softly. She knew that this was actually no wonder Qiu Zhiming. He was willing to run away with the injured Yu Xiaoran, which shows that this person is not bad in nature, but who can harden his bones without hesitation before his life? Mo Tiange believed that he had to guess the current situation before he could make a choice.

For those who practice immortality, life is too important. What is the purpose of cultivating immortality? Of course, it is immortality. Since it is immortality, life is the first priority. No matter how affection, interests or even dignity are, it cannot compete with it for the "most important" position.

Ren Yufeng seemed very satisfied. He grinned gently, revealing a laugh that seemed mocking and happy, and then his eyes turned cold.

"Qiu Zhiming, you are good at everything, but you are too arrogant. You have never offended me, so I will not torture you."

Hearing his words, Qiu Zhiming relaxed and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ren, thank you, Senior Brother Ren!"

"Don't be too happy too early." Ren Yufeng looked at him again, with Sen Han, "I just wanted to say that I can make you die more!"

Qiu Zhiming's face froze.

Seeing Qiu Zhiming's expression at this moment, Ren Yufeng finally couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, you and I are both mortals without backgrounds. I will not torture you, I will make you feel the pain of death."

Qiu Zhiming's eyes finally moved. His eyes suddenly widened, his lips tightened, and his eyebrows opened angrily. As if he knew that he could not escape in the end, he became angry. He stood up and pointed at Ren Yufeng: "Senior Brother Ren, you--"

"What do I do?" Ren Yufeng stopped and smiled and looked at him contemptuously, "I've knelt down, can you still teach me a lesson?"

Qiu Zhiming's face turned purple, he paused for a moment, and shouted angrily: "Senior Brother Ren, you are clearly in the late stage of foundation building and have hope of forming pills. Why do you do this? You are the one with the highest status among us. Is it because of a few gossips from Junior Sister Xiahou?"

"Goggy?" Ren Yufeng showed a mocking expression on his face, and finally his face suddenly became ferocious, "I've had enough gossip! What do you think I have paid and what have you gained? Since I joined the Dharma Sect, I have been practicing hard and working hard to make good friends with others. My qualifications are not high, but I dare to say that I am more diligent than all my disciples!"

He began to breathe rapidly, walking around in front of Qiu Zhiming, full of indignation: "I entered the Dharma Sect at the age of ten, practiced diligently every night, and finally successfully built the foundation at the age of forty. I thought that after building the foundation, the elder Jiedan was willing to accept me as his disciple, and the future would be bright, and no one dared to look down on me again. But, what?" His voice became louder and louder, "They didn't say anything on the surface, but as I got older, no one looked down on me! They said that I was ordinary in qualifications and would definitely not build the elixir! Although I advanced to the middle stage and rushed to the late stage, they still believed so firmly! In the late stage, my cultivation finally stagnated, so they became proud and satisfied. Seeing me practicing every day and night without success, they were extremely proud! In the end, even my most respected master gave up on me!"

After saying this, Ren Yufeng's voice became weaker, but there was a hopeless sadness: "I am not young anymore, I am already three hundred years old, and if I don't form a pill, I will have no chance!" (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. There are more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)

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