Lu Feng struggled to get up, and the next moment he raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, while his face gradually softened.
Although his spirit is still a little dazed, the control of his entire body has returned, and his soul power has also increased a lot, and he has entered the third level of soul power in one fell swoop.
Obviously, all of this is the work of Gu Canyang.
If the other party hadn't controlled Lu Feng's body and at the same time used some means to forcibly absorb the power of faith above the heads of these villagers in Lychee Village, the latter's soul power would not have broken through again!
"So this is the power of faith...!"
"To transform the piety of all living beings into the power of faith, and then use it to feed back to oneself, thereby enhancing the realm of soul power. Could it be that the Wusheng Religion recruited landless refugees and poor people for this purpose?"
Feeling that the power of the soul has grown again in the depths of his mind, Lu Feng was also secretly daydreaming in his heart.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the comeback and ambition of Wusheng Cult.
"Little brother, won't you leave with us?"
Before leaving, seeing Lu Feng still standing quietly, Li Yu, who took the lead, couldn't help but ask.
After all, Lizhi Village has been reduced to a scorched earth, and the other party has killed so many Wusheng Cult members, and has already formed a blood feud with the Wusheng Cult. If you stay here and don’t leave, you will most likely end up with a narrow escape, and you will not be able to escape the revenge of the Wusheng Cult!
"Old man, please take these villagers away and leave me alone."
Faced with Li Yu's inquiry, Lu Feng shook his head, his face still calm, "Someone needs to break the shackles of hatred."
"You kill him today. , He will kill you again and again tomorrow, and there will never be peace. "
Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his hands, and his tone was full of determination, "If you don't completely destroy the Wusheng Cult warriors here, even if you move to the ends of the world, I'm afraid you won't be able to live in peace. I just want to meet these Wusheng Demon Cult people for a while..."
"Little brother, take care!"
Seeing that Lu Feng had made up his mind, Li Yu no longer asked any more questions, and immediately left with his son Li Wen and a group of surviving villagers of Lychee Village, apparently fleeing for their lives.
Shi looked at Lu Feng in front of him in surprise, "Boy from the Lu family, what kind of difficult and powerful enemy have you provoked again?"
"Gu Gu, haven't you heard of the rumors about the Wusheng Cult?"
Facing Gu Canyang’s inquiry, Lu Feng was also a little surprised, and immediately said, “It is rumored that the Wusheng Demonic Cult was an emerging force that emerged fifty years ago. Not only did its followers number in the tens of millions, but at its peak, its sphere of influence was even more extensive. Most of the Dongxuan Territory, not to mention the four Lingnan Kingdoms, even the righteous forces in the Dongxuan Territory are quite afraid..."
"Well, it turns out they are emerging forces that have emerged in recent years..."
· Gu Canyang frowned slightly, and the next moment he stroked his long beard again, "No wonder I have never heard of it before, but it may be that I have been sleeping in the cornucopia for too long..."
· "Old, with your tens of thousands of years of experience, knowledge and profound vision, a mere inanimate sect is naturally nothing."
Lu Feng grinned again, and the next moment he raised his hand to use his Yuan Power, sucking all the corpses of Wusheng Cult warriors scattered around to his side, and then used the corpse-inducing technique to swallow the remaining essence.
Although the cultivation level of this group of Wusheng Cult members is low, most of them are Condensing Yuan Realm warriors, and Zhang Huchen, the strongest among them, is only at the sixth level of Condensing Yuan Realm. However, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are, so Lu Feng does not want to waste them.
As for the property left behind by these Wusheng Cult warriors, Lu Feng did not let it go and immediately pocketed it.
It’s just that most of these Wusheng Cult warriors are from poor backgrounds. Even if there are more than a hundred people and horses, they can only collect 10,000 low-grade Yuan Stones, which is not enough to fill the gaps in Lu Feng’s teeth!
"Ten thousand low-grade Yuan Stones, even if they are thrown into the cornucopia to increase their value by six times, can only get more than 60,000 low-grade Yuan Stones at most. These Wusheng Cult warriors are really poorer than my second uncle and grandpa...!"
Lu Feng was seen busy with his hands. In front of him stood a golden dragon-patterned cloud-swallowing cauldron. From time to time, he would throw some medicinal materials into it. He seemed to be brewing demon blood medicinal wine, and his whole expression was extremely focused.
Staying in Lychee Village these days, Lu Feng did not slack off in addition to his daily practice. Instead, he used some of the few medicinal materials and demon cores he had left to refine the demon blood medicinal wine.
After all, the demon blood potion is a perfect substitute for him to use "Dragon Rage". If he drinks up all the demon blood potion, Lu Feng will have to burn his lifespan if he wants to enter the "Dragon Rage" state. It is really not worth it!
With his current level of Yuanli cultivation, it is almost impossible for warriors below the spiritual realm to escape his perception as long as they are within a hundred meters of radius!
"One, two, three... there are eleven people in total, most of them are below the sixth level of the Pulse Opening Realm, but the Yuanli aura on one of them is extremely powerful, and he is arrogant and domineering, second only to the masters of the first level of the Soul Realm!"
"Haha, these guys should be all out, it's really easy for me to wait...!"
Thinking of this, Lu Feng also restrained his mind, then raised his hand and put the dragon pattern swallowing cloud cauldron in front of him into the ring.
唰! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The moment Lu Feng withdrew the Dragon-Patterned Cloud-Swallowing Cauldron, dozens of black figures suddenly arrived, and then surrounded the former. The atmosphere was chilly and heart-stopping for a while.
I saw that the people who came were all wearing red scarves on their heads, wooden plaques on their waists, and holding various weapons. They were obviously from the same force organization "Wu Sheng Cult"!
In addition, everyone looked at Lu Feng across from him with murderous intent, and it was obvious that they had already set their sights on the latter.
"Master Sun, except for this boy, there is no vitality in the village here, and the whereabouts of Captain Zhang and the brothers are still unknown...!"
A member of the Wusheng Cult stepped forward, and then raised his hand to a short, fat, shirtless, bald man in front of the crowd.
As for the clothes of the shirtless and bald man, he is slightly different from the Wusheng Cult warriors around him. He does not wear a red scarf on his forehead. He only has a red fire lotus tattooed on the right side of his chest. At the same time, the token around his waist is also made of sterling silver. He is the helmsman of the "Chen" branch of the Western Qin Kingdom, Sun Chuanxiong!
"Humph! It has been so long and there is still no trace of whereabouts, and the task of absorbing new blood into the religion has not been completed. It is obvious that Zhang Huchen and others have encountered something unexpected. Now the grass on the grave is probably two meters high..."
Sun Chuanxiong snorted again, and glanced at Lu Feng, who was surrounded by people on the opposite side. Then he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes, "Little brat over there, do you think I am right...?"