The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 199 Opening the Altar

The power detonated by the ten magic weapons, together with the transformation of the Absolute Spirit Formation, all melted into Ye Fei's body almost instantly.

At this time, Ye Fei's complexion was extremely red, the light in his eyes was gradually covered by madness, and the blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth at the same time, but the aura erupting from his whole body at this moment had already surpassed the saint son in white in front of him.

"Innate Realm. Can you block Ye Mou's punch?" In the low voice, there was a sense of uninhibitedness, a chilling intent that hit the soul, and swept across the surroundings, making people change color.

Before the words were finished, the power of that punch came as promised, and the speed was so fast that it completely crushed the white-robed saint son.

After some fighting, Ye Fei sensed that although the white-robed saint son was strong, he seemed to be inferior to the innate realm, perhaps because of the different cultivation methods.

"A mid-stage Foundation Establishment, how could it be possible to withstand such a force!" The white-robed Saint Son's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't dodge when he realized the power of this punch.

In such a situation, there is only one possibility. At this moment, in terms of strength and speed, this foreigner has already far surpassed him.

As the front of the fist approached, it stably hit the Saint Son in white. The figure of this person was like a missile, and he slammed down to the ground, making an ear-shattering muffled sound, and the ground trembled.

In mid-air, Ye Fei stood in the air, lightly shook his right fist, and then lowered his head to look down.

At this time, the entire Saint Clan tribe could hardly hear any sound except for the muffled sound of the smashing sound. All the members of the Saint Clan were stunned in place, unable to believe their eyes.

"Sir Son, he lost?"

"How is it possible, this must be the foreigner's tricks, everyone will follow me to kill this person!"

"Shoot together and kill him"

All the members of the Holy Clan, with their eyes red at this moment, raised their heads and stared fixedly at Ye Fei above. It seemed that they wanted to kill Ye Fei with all their might.

At the rear of the tribe, the two high priests in long robes also appeared on the battlefield at this time, their eyes fixed on Ye Fei in front of them, and the killing intent in their eyes was obvious.

"I wanted to kill him before." Heisha on the ground had a blank expression on his face at this moment.

The shock in his heart at this moment is hard to describe in words.

The young man in mid-air has refreshed his understanding of power time and time again. Even the Son of God is no match for this person. Who else can fight with this son?
At this moment, in the deep pit on the ground, the Holy Son in white was in a state of embarrassment. His face was pale, his breath was chaotic, and the white robe on his chest was already stained red with blood.

Ye Fei's punch was so powerful, if it weren't for the saint son in white who was equivalent to a strong man in the innate realm, he would have died at this moment.

"Master Shengzi, how are you?" The high priest who was in mid-air didn't even care about making a move at this moment, and quickly moved to the side of Shengzi in white.

At this time, the people of the Saint Clan also gathered around, without any hesitation, they all knelt down on the ground and bowed devoutly to the person in front of them.

The holy son in white ignored his clansmen, but slowly raised his head, his eyes focused on Ye Fei who was in mid-air.

"Foreigners, in the past hundred years, you are the first person to hurt my son. I have written down the name Ye Fei, and then you can go to die." There was a tinge of ferocity on Zhang Junlang's face.

Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, also glanced over at the same time, and couldn't help frowning slightly. The power of that punch just now was already his limit, and he couldn't make another punch in a short time.

It's just that this holy son in white should have lost his fighting power under the induction of Ye Fei's spiritual sense. Does this person have any trump card?

Just as Ye Fei was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked down at the place where the white-clothed saint son was standing, and suddenly felt bad in his heart.

"Wake up, patriarch of my holy clan, your people are willing to sacrifice the power of your clan in exchange for your rebirth." The holy son in white showed a mad look on his face, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood mist gathered in front of this person's eyes, and slowly drifted to the right under his control.

On the right side of the holy son in white is the mysterious altar. After the blood mist melted into it, it swelled rapidly above the altar and soon enveloped the entire altar, but the concentration of blood also became much weaker. .

The holy son in white showed a sneer, and a mysterious totem appeared between his eyebrows, followed by a wordless breath, centered on his body, sweeping towards the surroundings.

"Blood sacrifice!"

"People of my clan, are you willing to give your life for the old holy emperor?" The voice of the holy son in white, like magic, kept echoing in the ears of every clansman.

"I'm waiting for it!"

"willing."

After hearing this voice, the members of the Holy Race instantly lost their color in their eyes, and the only color of piety remained in them.

Led by the two high priests, these members of the holy clan slowly approached the altar like walking corpses, and finally turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"What kind of spell is this?"

In mid-air, Ye Fei's scalp tingled for a while. He knew that this holy son was very cold-blooded, but the people who sacrificed him were so casual, which showed the cruelty of this person's heart.

Following the blood sacrifices of the clansmen one by one, in the blood mist on the altar, a terrifying aura is slowly waking up.

At this time, it seemed as if the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the earth trembled. It was several times stronger than when Ye Fei used the Absolute Spirit Formation before. The air was filled with a violent breath, and a bright red figure gradually formed in the blood mist of the altar.

The holy son in white laughed wildly, controlled the tribe even more brazenly, and walked towards the altar. The aura on his body spread towards the outside of the tribe at the same time.

At this moment, the devouring power in the blood of the ordinary people in the Wu tribe in the entire southern Xinjiang mountain range erupted at this moment.

The goal of the holy son in white is obviously not only his own clansmen. To awaken the emperor of the holy clan, only the blood power of the entire Nanjiang clan is the only reason for his existence.

Now that the saint clan lost to outsiders, the saint son in white no longer has any scruples. It can be said that he has lived his whole life for this moment, resurrecting the ancestors of the saint clan, and the blood of southern Xinjiang can last forever in the world.

After Ye Fei felt this breath, he couldn't help but be moved by it. Once this person wakes up, this surging momentum is by no means invincible to him.

"We must not let this person wake up." Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and the true energy in his body was circulating again, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The injury in Ye Fei's body is probably the heaviest in history, but now is definitely not the time to recover.

The Absolute Spirit Formation was lit up by the power of true essence, and the formation immediately turned away over the Wu tribe tribe, and the magic weapons in the formation suddenly appeared and began to gather towards Ye Fei.

"Give it to Ye Mou!" Ye Fei let out a low shout, raising his finger like an altar below.

Before the words were finished, the five instruments in the spirit array drew five long rainbows in the mid-air, pointing directly at the altar below.

As he approached the altar, Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he quickly made a formula in his palm, playing a complex rune and detonating five magic weapons at the same time.

"Boom!" There was a violent explosion, and the force of the countershock formed lines visible to the naked eye, sweeping away in all directions.

After the power gradually calmed down, the expression on Ye Fei's face became more and more dignified. He saw that the blood mist altar below was hardly affected in any way, and the detonation power of the five magic weapons could not break through its defense.

"Haha. Ha, it's useless. Once the blood sacrifice is carried out, even if it is in the innate realm, it will never disturb the awakening of our emperor."

"Ye Fei, you should feel lucky. This is a historic moment. Our bloodline will once again occupy the entire Huaxia." The saint son in white laughed, tears flickered in his eyes, and the excitement in his heart could be seen.

At the same time, the entire holy clan has already had ordinary clansmen, all of whom have stepped onto the blood sacrifice altar, and the rest of them have no intention of stopping at all.

On the altar below, the outline of the human figure in the blood mist became clearer and clearer, and the shocking aura continued to grow with the passage of time.

"Swallowing the power of a family in exchange for his own awakening, what kind of monster is this?" In midair, Ye Fei stopped attacking, and his eyes fell on the bloody altar.

It is obvious that the person who is about to wake up should be a strong man from the Saint Race a long time ago.

Ye Fei can't guess how strong this person is, but if he wants to wake up completely, judging from the current situation, no matter whether he is a member of the holy clan or the witch clan, no one will survive.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fei's spiritual sense immediately came out and stretched towards the altar below. His eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he stared intently at the outline of a human face that was about to be formed in the blood mist.

"Sacrificing the blood of the entire southern Xinjiang tribe, and waking up alone, is this what you want to see." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, staring at the altar below, and at the same time carefully integrated his spiritual consciousness into it.

After a while, Ye Fei's whole body trembled suddenly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the expression of the contours of the faces on the blood sacrificial altar obviously changed, revealing a faint sense of sadness.

In the center of the Holy Tribe, on the blood altar, there was a sudden violent tremor, and the blood mist in the air immediately became tumbling abnormally.

From nowhere, there was a deep sigh, and the altar suddenly stopped turning far away. Although the blood mist on the altar did not dissipate, it had stopped devouring the people of the holy clan.

"what happened?"

"All members of the Holy Clan obey orders, let me enter the altar for my Holy Son, and cut off my head to sacrifice to our ancestors!" The madness in the eyes of the Holy Son in white has become extremely intense, and he couldn't help shouting at this moment .

With the previous blood sacrifice, only one-third of the saints are left, and on the altar in front, if you want to completely awaken the ancestors of the saints, there are obviously not enough people here.

(End of this chapter)