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He let out a long breath. This extraction journey was not easy. Wang Feng paid a heavy price. He could feel that almost all his internal organs and lungs had been displaced, and his soul was also in this catastrophe. suffered considerable trauma.
From this point of view, if Wang Feng wants to continue to extract this gray-brown mist later, he will probably be even more sad than now.
This is just extracting a gray-brown mist.
If he extracts two or three of them now, I'm afraid he will be chopped half to death by this calamity. Once his injuries are too severe, it may be troublesome to recover.
"God doesn't want me to become stronger." Wang Feng said at this time.
"Protect me, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome for me to recover from my injury."
"Don't worry about recovering, I will take care of it for you."
His body was now covered with injuries inside and out. Under such circumstances, even if Wang Feng took a large amount of pills, his injuries could not be recovered in just a day or two.
"Boy, I'm afraid you're going to be in trouble."
At this moment, Wang Feng's communication talisman suddenly lit up, and it was the voice of the divine fortune teller.
After hearing his words, Wang Feng temporarily stopped recovering from his injuries, because he knew that since the fortune teller dared to say this, something must be happening.
This guy's calculation skills can be said to be unparalleled in the world. He can do things that even Jiang Yihuan can't do, so Wang Feng should really listen carefully to his words.
"Is that saint coming to deal with me?" Wang Feng asked after inputting his own voice into the communication talisman.
"The Saint has become even more powerful than before. I've figured it out now, but I can be sure that a big disaster will happen to you, and it's coming soon." The divine fortune teller's voice made Wang Feng's heart skip a beat. Sunk to the bottom.
Before this, the divine fortune teller could calculate the whereabouts of the saint, but now he actually said that the saint was even more powerful, and even he couldn't figure it out. From this, it seems that the saint must not have been idle during this period, and she must also be thinking of ways to do it. Improve your own strength.
"Is there a way to resolve it?" Wang Feng asked at this time.
"As the old saying goes, in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is in vain. In order to save you last time, I have used the last weapon against this saint. Now I am powerless and can only remind you. one time."
The fortune teller's voice was also very helpless. The last time he was able to save Wang Feng and others was entirely due to luck, but he could not have the same luck again, and it was impossible for the saint's weakness to be exposed to her twice. in hand.
Her master's body has returned to her hands, and the Holy Sect now exists in name only. Only a strong person like the Holy Girl is left. Under such circumstances, she has no shortcomings. As the fortune teller said, All conspiracies and tricks are of no use now. If you want to win, you can only rely on fighting!
"This may be the last time I contact you. If you can survive in the future, we can continue to do business. But if you cannot survive, then we will pretend that we have never met." At this time, another message came from the communication talisman. heard the voice of the divine fortune teller.
"Are you planning to run away again?" Wang Feng was furious when he heard the fortune teller's words.
You must know that he has spent a lot of money on the divine fortune teller over the years, but the divine fortune teller can still say such things, which is simply devoid of any humanity at all.
Even if it's out of humanitarianism, this fortune teller should stay and help, right
It's just that the fortune teller himself is a bit afraid of death. Once he is asked for help, he will run faster than a rabbit, but he will stand up at the critical moment. Such a person is really contradictory.
When he was in heaven, he never showed up during the catastrophe. At that time, Wang Feng thought that the fortune teller was dead, but who could have thought that he had escaped earlier, and this time he obviously had the same plan. Wang Feng couldn't say anything more.
Because it was a matter of affection for him to stay and help him, and it was his duty to leave, Wang Feng could not persuade the fortune teller to do anything for him.
"If I don't run away, why should I wait to die?" After hearing Wang Feng's words, the fortune teller immediately sneered.
"Then we have a chance to meet again."
"See you again by fate." After hearing this, the fortune teller quickly responded.
"What should we do now?" Wang Feng and the fortune teller didn't cover up anything during the whole conversation, so Jiang Yihuan naturally heard it clearly and looked ugly.
"What else can we do? Just take it one step at a time. I believe there is no perfect path. No matter how strong the saint is, if she wants to kill me, she will probably have to pay a huge price."
Wang Feng's face darkened when he said this, and he said: "If I am really no match for her, I will also find a way to die with her."
Wang Feng can die, but the people around him must survive, so Wang Feng would rather die together with the saint.
"Nonsense."
Hearing this, Jiang Yihuan immediately shouted loudly and said, "You've already said this before the fight even started. The least you can do is let us see your confidence."
"Confidence?" Wang Feng shook his head when he heard this, with a wry smile on his face and said: "Confidence is a good thing, but if you are overconfident, it's over. Now I only have awe in my heart."
"Then you're done." Jiang Yihuan couldn't help but turn her head away after hearing this.
Wang Feng had already said this before the fight started. It seemed that the last battle between Wang Feng and the Saint had left quite a psychological shadow on Wang Feng's heart, otherwise he would never have said such a thing.
Let's talk about confidence. In fact, Wang Feng also has it, but he doesn't want to show it. Now he says he can defeat the saint, but once the battle starts and Wang Feng loses to the saint, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face
Therefore, it would be better for Wang Feng not to say these confident words until the battle really begins.
The saint girl is improving her combat power, and Wang Feng is also improving. Wang Feng believes that the gray-brown mist he has extracted now will definitely cause great trouble to the saint girl.
"But don't worry, even if you die, we will all stand by your side." At this time, Jiang Yihuan spoke and made his position clear.
He is different from the divine fortune teller. The divine fortune teller will definitely go as far as he can when encountering such a situation. But Jiang Yihuan is different. He has already been in Wang Feng's boat, so no matter how dangerous it is, he will stand side by side with Wang Feng. Combat.
Even if it meant death, he would admit it!