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Chapter 1938 The Voice of the Avenue(2/2)

As for Wang Feng's physical body, although it is not comparable to the luxurious lineup of souls, Wang Feng, who has practiced the Yuanshang Dragon Pattern Technique, is even stronger than those ancient body cultivators.

These strange ghosts alone could not be eaten at all, and were directly shocked to death by Wang Feng's physical strength.

At this moment, if Wang Feng didn't know that he was being tricked, he wouldn't be alive now, but after a little reflection, he had already guessed the person who was tricking him.

Besides those hypocritical Confucian people, who else would do such an insidious thing at such a time.

"Confucian, since you are seeking death, then I will grant you a favor!"

A cold light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and he snorted coldly.

Now, he can't touch Confucianism, but he can still do it by collecting some interest. It's best that those Confucian geniuses don't touch him, otherwise, he will let those powerful Confucianists taste the consequences of cheating on him.

“Buzz…!”

After not achieving anything for a long time, the evil black mist seemed angry and turned into a pitch-black spear, heading straight into Wang Feng's mind, threatening to tear Wang Feng's soul into pieces in one fell swoop.

But it doesn't know at all that Wang Feng's soul has been completely integrated with the body to form a soul-body body. Unless it directly attacks Wang Feng's entire body, otherwise, it will not be able to find Wang Feng's soul in Wang Feng's mind.

!

And this evil behavior also completely angered the spirit of the World-Suppressing Monument.

"roll!"

An angry sound of the Great Dao resounded in Wang Feng's mind, and the spear formed by the black mist dissipated directly, and was annihilated on the spot by the power of the Great Dao contained in the sound.

"puff…!"

In the side hall of the Confucian mansion, the ghost wizard suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face became as white as paper, and his whole person's aura was sluggish.

"Voice of the Avenue?!"

The ghost witch's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of fear. He quickly took out the treasure that he had treasured for a long time, swallowed it directly into his belly, and tried his best to suppress the Taoist injuries he had suffered.
Chapter completed!
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