Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal

Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal Chapter 1240

2022-01-10

Chapter 1240 The Secret Art of Fusion of All Races

"A hunting clan patriarch is so terrifying, ten thousand, that will What kind of terrifying scene?"

"It is said that the ten patriarchs are more terrifying."

"Aren't we finished?"

Powerhouses from all walks of life are falling into the abyss.

"Isn't there still a Sect Master Ye?"

"He was able to kill the hunting clan patriarch in an instant just now. I am afraid that his own strength has already broken through the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

"Even if not, it's very close."

The crowd was shocked again, discussing spiritedly.

Meanwhile.

Mission's reputation has skyrocketed again.

Three thousand Great Worlds, each of which has billions of absolutely living beings, even if only a small number of people in each world truly recognize the Misty Sect, they can contribute a terrifying amount of prestige.

Three trillion!

Four trillion!

Five trillion!

The reputation value has grown explosively in a short period of time, reaching a terrifying eight trillion!

And, it's still going up.

According to this posture, it will soon be able to break through 10 trillion.

Before the burial.

Ye Feng stood here, looking at the hunting clan patriarch, who had just recovered to an ancient coffin state, and said:

"You resurrect once, I will kill you once."

He crossed his knees, blocking the exit of the burial by the strength of oneself, his eyes filled with indifference.

"Ye Feng, you are crazy!"

The ancient coffin transformed by the hunting clan patriarch sent a flustered and exasperated voice, "I tell you! There are two patriarchs resurrected, you wait to die!"

"I'm waiting."

Ye Feng crossed his knees and waited quietly.

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"You are bringing about one's own destruction!"

The patriarch roared.

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The two ancient coffins around them trembled slightly, as if they were angry, the rays of light on the surface became brighter and brighter, and they were about to be born, killing Ye Feng.

"What clan is this?"

Ye Feng looked towards the two ancient coffins.

The surface has its own unique Totem.

One is giant axe and one is machete.

"That is the Patriarch of the Crazy Axe Clan and the Patriarch of the Broken Sky Clan. Their strength is above me, you are dead!"

The Patriarch of the Hunting Clan laughed.

"So, do they have the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Ye Feng asked seriously.

The voice of the hunter patriarch came to an abrupt end.

The trembling Axe Patriarch and Broken Sky Patriarch immediately calmed down, as if they were afraid.

"Afraid?"

Ye Feng smiled.

"We patriarch Undying and Inextinguishable, how can we be afraid? Two patriarchs, I have just killed a Human Race Heavenly Saint, a Human Race Heavenly Saint, and a few Human Race Apparitions. With little power, you can revive once in a short period of time, how about hunting this person together later?"

The hunting clan patriarch spoke again.

"Okay!"

Two other ancient coffins spoke at the same time.

The outside world.

Everyone is watching.

After one hour.

The ancient coffin transformed by the hunting clan patriarch shattered and turned into a bone spear, which he held.

Since then.

The patriarch, the hunting clan, is back.

He stood in the void, holding a bone spear, his eyes were cold, the two ancient coffins beside him were cracking, and a jagged giant axe and a notched machete appeared.

next moment.

Two burly brawny man appeared, two meters tall, holding giant axe and machete respectively, it was the mad axe patriarch and the broken sky clan patriarch.

"Three Peaks are holy!"

Ye Feng said with a smile when he saw them, "Do you want to be beheaded by me at the entrance of the burial ground, or go outside for a while? Kill?"

"Arrogant!"

"We have Combined Assault Secret Technique, killing you is as easy as the palm of your hand."

"Ye Feng, there will be you later. Feel good!"

The Hunting Clan patriarch, the Crazy Axe Clan patriarch, and the Broken Heaven Clan patriarch spoke successively.

Their imposing manners begin to blend.

In just one breath, the three fused into a Three Heads Six Arms, a three-meter-tall giant holding a giant axe, a machete, and a bone spear.

The violent imposing manner immediately pressed Ye Feng.

"Is there such a secret technique?"

"Wan clans too terrifying?"

"If all ten thousand clan patriarchs can be integrated, Wouldn't it be possible to become the most terrifying powerhouse in the world?"

"How can this be fought?"

Cultivators from all walks of life looked horrified.

"Interesting, the power is perfectly integrated. Although there is no additional boost, it is a very difficult secret technique to fuse the powers of three people into one."

Ye Feng praised.

"Wait and see if you can laugh!"

The patriarch of the Three Heads Six Arms instantly rushed out and arrived in front of Ye Feng, the bone spear stabbed, giant axe Slashing wildly with a machete, all of which contain terrifying power.

"You are still very weak."

Ye Feng extended the hand and punched three times respectively, breaking the giant axe, bone spear, and machete almost simultaneously.

"This!"

Three Heads Six Arms' patriarch's expression changed greatly.

After the fusion of their three people, their own strength is six or seven times that of Peak's most holy, but they still can't catch Ye Feng's move, and they are instantly defeated.

"Go back to the burial place!"

Ye Feng quickly punched, knocking the patriarchs of the Three Heads Six Arms all over, revealing their souls.

"Ye Feng, you wait for me!"

The hunting clan patriarch said angrily.

Ye Feng said nothing, slapped it with a slap, the souls of the three patriarchs of Wanzu all collapsed, forming a stream of light that poured into the burial ground and turned into three ancient coffins again.

From now on, the battle is over.

From the fusion of the three clan patriarchs to the fight back to the ancient coffin state by Ye Feng, it took less than ten breaths before and after.

“Ye Feng!”

“Tomorrow, three new patriarchs will be resurrected, and they will be stronger.”

“Every day in the future , there will be two or three patriarchs born, and one day, you will encounter an existence that you can't shake, and you will be destroyed!"

The patriarch of the hunting clan said ruthlessly again.

"In the wind and rain, I will wait for you at the intersection."

Ye Feng said.

"Hey, you're really crazy! This patriarch is the first to encounter someone like you who dares to block our patriarch. I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid."

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The patriarch of the hunting tribe was very angry.

"Stop talking nonsense, and restore your source with peace of mind! I'll wait for you to recover, and then blow you up."

Ye Feng grinned.

"You... anger me too!"

The hunting tribe patriarch gnashing teeth in the coffin.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Continue to restore, anyway, our patriarchs are Undying and Inextinguishable existences, wait a few more days, and get enough patriarchs, Kill them again."

The Patriarch of the Crazy Axe Clan and the Patriarch of the Broken Sky Clan spoke one after another.

"That's true."

The hunter patriarch realizes this.

Time is passing little by little.

Three Thousand Worlds.

Countless powerhouses have been inspired by Ye Feng.

Some to Saint Realm immediately rushed to the depths of the stars.

Not long.

They came near the burial site and followed the passage left by Ye Feng to the entrance and exit of the burial site.

“Sect Master Ye!”

“We are here to help you.”

More than ten most holy people appeared.

It also includes Ye Feng's acquaintance, Yuexi sword saint from the Southern Heavenly Sword Sect, who used to be number 100 on the list of power gods.

"The patriarchs of all clans are very strong, and the weakest hunting clan, the patriarchs, are twice as holy as Peak. With one enemy, there is nothing difficult. It's too dangerous for you to come here."

Ye Feng shook the head.

"Sect Master Ye, don't worry, we form a large formation, relying on the power of formation, it will not be a problem to contain a patriarch of ten thousand clans."

"Yes!"

"Three Thousand World is the habitat for our Human Race to survive, how can we be enslaved by these brutal ethnic groups?"

"My cultivators are not afraid of a battle!"

The dozen or so holy men present spoke up, their fighting intent was high, they were unwilling to hide in the sect, and watched Ye Feng fight alone.

“Pay attention to safety.”

Seeing that everyone’s fighting intent is high, holding a certain death mind, Ye Feng doesn’t say much, so as not to affect the morale.

"A group of holy ants, nothing more than ants!"

"It's easy to kill you."

"Come and bring us food?"

Patriarch of the Hunting Clan, Patriarch of the Crazy Axe Clan, and Patriarch of the Heaven-broken Clan all spoke sarcastically.

(end of this chapter)