Chapter 306: Annihilation of the Feng Family, New Direction of Transformation

"Oh!"

Instantly, the light bulbs in the room shattered, the surroundings fell into darkness, and everything returned to silence, as if the murderous intent had penetrated everyone's hearts.

The power supply of the entire villa was mysteriously cut off, the walls exploded one after another, and the floor collapsed. What frightened Feng Zhenghao even more was that he realized that the surrounding environment was sinking madly, and the strong sense of weightlessness was definitely not an illusion.

"Wow!"

At the critical moment, an elite member of the Tianxiahui took action. He had the innate ability to control fire. A red fireball with a radius of six meters was suspended in his palm. With the help of the bright firelight, everyone could see the current situation clearly.

They were all falling, and the ground seemed to have cracked into an abyss with no end. The whistling wind brushed past their ears, and the speed of falling was getting faster and faster. They were caught in the ruins of the villa!

"How can this be?!"

Someone exclaimed, you have to know that the Feng family villa covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, it is huge, and the foundation is extremely solid.

Even if there is an earthquake, it will not be so fragile. Like a sand castle, it will quickly disintegrate as it falls, and bricks, furniture, electrical appliances and other debris will float in the sky.

The mysterious man's strength was beyond the comprehension of the seven elite soldiers. They were horrified, and their bodies became unable to move without them knowing when. It was as if their speed had been slowed down countless times, almost solidified, while their minds remained active. They could only watch themselves being trapped in the void.

They were close to the headmaster level, and faced with Zhou Sheng, who had mastered the Fenghou Qimen and was ranked as the supreme grandmaster, they had no ability to resist at all. There were at least two natural barriers between them, and the seven of them were no different from cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Oops."

"help me."

"escape."

The fear in their hearts gradually reached its peak. They could not move or speak, and their pupils of despair slowly dilated.

"Pfft!!!"

Zhou Sheng, who was in control of all the changes in the situation, didn't even blink. With a thought, he sacrificed. The blood in the seven strong men's bodies flowed backwards, their hearts and brains were severely damaged, their breathing stopped abruptly, and their eyes shed blood, and they died.

"Walk--!"

Feng Zhenghao urged him in a stern voice. He didn't have time to say more. He immediately activated the evil spirit skills in his body. Several hideous, wriggling whirlpools spread out behind him. Dense black spikes like rain of bullets targeted the old ghost not far away and poured down madly.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Feng Shayan grabbed her sister Feng Yaya's wrist, used the force to step on the debris of the villa, and kept jumping up, with Feng Xingtong following closely behind.

"Oh, you want to leave? I'll give you a ride."

A cruel smile appeared on Zhou Sheng's lips. The changes in Zhou Tian had turned me into a king. In the strange magic formation, he was the absolute king, commanding his own territory and people.

The sinister and vicious eyes, faster than anything else, instantly fell on the three siblings. Their spatial positions were instantly exchanged with the bottom where Zhou Sheng was.

"Pop!" The space was like a lake, splashing ripples.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!!!"

Hundreds of black soul spikes shot out without changing direction. The wails of Feng Shayan and her two siblings resounded through the ground. Their bodies were beaten into a hornet's nest, and their flesh and blood were blurred. They died.

"what!!!"

Feng Zhenghao, who witnessed this scene, looked like a madman. His scarlet eyes gleamed like a man-eating beast as he roared angrily.

"Call? That will reunite your family."

Zhou Sheng controlled the magic circle with one hand, covering 360 degrees from top to bottom without any blind spots. Everything tended to be still. Feng Zhenghao's brain that had lost its composure made it impossible for him to make the most correct judgment on the sudden situation before him.

"Kun character - burial!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the ruins of the villa, along with countless rocks and soil, seemed to come alive, squeezing and drowning Feng Zhenghao's figure. As a spirit, he tried to penetrate the obstacles to escape.

"call out--!"

Zhou Sheng spread out his palms, with his skinny middle and index fingers holding a rusty soul-soothing nail, which was filled with a strong evil aura and was specially made for evil spirits.

"boom!"

Zhou Sheng threw the long nail at Feng Zhenghao's head, which cut through the void and went straight through Feng Zhenghao's eyebrows. Boiling black gas came out and he struggled in pain, as if he was enduring torture in the world.

"Ah!!!" Feng Zhenghao's ghost body showed signs of being torn into pieces. One after another ferocious ghosts forcibly broke through his body and prepared to escape.

The incomplete skills he had were not enough for him to completely digest these evil spirits, leaving him with endless troubles, which even became a fatal crisis at the critical moment.

Three thin demon generals separated from his body, and Feng Zhenghao's continuously losing strength seemed to be suddenly drained away. He was too weak to move and was nailed to the ruins underground.

"Hmph, I'm giving you an advantage."

Zhou Sheng took ruthless action again. Countless rocks and soil fell down and formed a tomb to bury this one of the Ten Lords of the Feng Family.

As the master's control power reached its lowest point, the three demon generals' spirits could no longer allow themselves to be enslaved. They fled frantically, disappearing in the pitch-black underground in the blink of an eye, penetrating the rock strata and escaping hundreds of meters away.

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Zhou Sheng did not continue to chase and kill him. He looked down at the grave underground. His eyes penetrated the mud layer and saw Feng Zhenghao, who was dying inside. He grinned:
"You should repay your grandfather's debt."

Resentment surged, but it was of no avail. It was easy for Zhou Sheng to kill Feng Zhenghao. He turned around and left the hundreds of meters underground, turned into black mist, went straight up into the sky, and returned to the surface.

A bottomless dark cave appeared on the ground, replacing the Feng family's original villa.

Zhou Sheng used the power of the Qimen magic circle to control the underground rock strata again, pressing down on the hole, filling it up in an instant without leaving any trace, and his figure disappeared into the darkness in a flash.

And his next target was the Zhang family and Zhang Yude.

The next day, Feng Zhenghao's stand-in who was imprisoned died unexpectedly. Overnight, the Feng family was razed to the ground, and the lives of many masters of the Tianxiahui were unknown.

The company was furious. It couldn't believe who had the courage to cause trouble during this special period. It was determined to investigate the truth and find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

Now, the Tongtian Valley incident, the Wudang Quanzhen conflict, the Feng family's extermination, and the Wang and Lu families' refusal to hand over the Eight Wonders, each of these has brought tremendous pressure to the company, and the already scarce manpower seems even more cramped.

this day.

In the conference room of the headquarters, the seven directors and six regional heads who were meeting were in a worse mood. News came back from the front that the self-cultivation furnace was hijacked by other unknown forces.

Everyone discussed countermeasures, but finally gave up. There was really no way to find the self-cultivation furnace that disappeared overseas. All they could do was to concentrate the company's current strength to investigate other incidents.

8 month 7 day.

On a cool summer night, the forest was silent. Jiang Mo sat cross-legged in a pond in the back mountain, practicing breathing. Endless moonlight fell from the sky, was absorbed into his skin, and flowed through every inch of his flesh and blood.

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Two hours passed quietly, and the pair of slightly closed eyes slowly opened, as if thinking about something, wondering what the bad premonition lingering in his heart was.

Ever since the upgrade in the desert, this sign that existed many years ago has not only not disappeared, but has become more obvious.

The specific reason is hard to explain, but Jiang Mo knows that the world is about to change.
There was no time in the mountains. He continued to practice and ignored the disturbances of the outside world. He almost never went down the mountain on a daily basis. He drank tea in the gate during the day and spent his days leisurely with Cheng Zhen, Zhuge Yu and Lu Jin. At night, he often practiced alone in the back mountain.

Over the years, Jiang Mo has not been able to find any opponent who could fight him head-on. The fierce battle in southern Xinjiang seventy years ago still makes him miss it. The martial arts skills at the peak of his career have inevitably continued to decline, and the memory engraved deep in his muscles has begun to become increasingly unfamiliar.

At first, in order to change this situation, he practiced boxing and palm exercises in the back mountain late at night, gradually regaining his former martial arts spirit and developing his physical fitness to the ultimate active state.

The cultivation of body and spirit is certainly important, but the factors that really determine whether an extraordinary person is strong enough are not limited to this. They also include the cultivation methods, combat skills, weapons, combat experience, etc.

Even though the years were peaceful, Jiang Mo never wasted his time or slacked off in his practice. He practiced boxing day after day.

He had memorized the second- and third-rate martial arts secrets collected by the sect many years ago, and now he was practicing them one by one, becoming more and more fluent.

Two months later, he simplified it, extracted the essence, and corresponded it to every past battle that came to his mind, and the inspection slowly evolved into the physical technique that best suited him.

During this period, Zhuge Yu learned that his uncle was obsessed with martial arts, and he went down the mountain to visit martial arts schools in many provinces.

Different from the famous and upright sects who practice Qi and cultivate magic, these small families and sects have been at the end of the contempt chain for hundreds of years. They are also part of the extraordinary people, and they only have leg skills. After they have cultivated them to perfection, they usually become escorts of the escort agencies, hired to work for money, and their strength cannot be said to be strong.

Zhuge Yu stated his purpose directly. He offered the boxing and palm techniques they had practiced as bargaining chips to forge magical weapons for them that were many times more valuable than his previous skills. All the martial arts schools were delighted and excited.

In this era, the ancient boxing techniques have been crushed by the rapidly developing thermal weapons. After more than ten years of hard training, in the end, they were just shot down and all the sweat was in vain.

But magic weapons are different. Each magic weapon contains different powers and is much more useful than useless boxing manuals. In the past, those martial arts schools might have considered whether to exchange their martial arts for magic weapons, but now, they will not have any concerns.

A fair deal, high returns, and the ability to establish good relations with the world's number one mysterious sect, why not do it?
After that, Zhuge Yu traveled from south to north and from east to west, collecting dozens of martial arts along the way. Although the journey was long and he had to travel through mountains and rivers, he was as happy as a squirrel with its cheeks stuffed with nuts.

At the age of over a hundred, he can be considered an elderly man. The elders of the Wuhou clan, his grandfather Zhuge Ting, his adoptive father Zhuge Yunlan, and his master Zuo Rutong, who had a great influence on him in his life, have passed away for many years.

Only his uncle Jiang Mo is still alive, accompanying him on the long and endless road of rebirth. As long as this elder stays in the world, he feels that he is still a junior and has a young mentality.

He enjoyed solving trivial matters for his master. To him, Jiang Mo's praise and recognition were far more important than the magic weapons he refined.

(End of this chapter)