Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal

Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal Chapter 720

2021-07-25

Chapter 720 Five Qi Towards The Origin, Saint Sovereign Sword, Incarnation of Mist Slayer

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Mist Saint incarnate laughed loudly.

"Kill me?"

"hahaha..."

"You're just defensively good, but your battle strength has just entered the Quasi-Saint level of 4th turn at most, How can you kill me?"

"It's useless to talk big!"

"Even if this incarnation of this saint can't kill you, in the future, when I recover from wear and tear, there will be more The stronger incarnation of the lower realm, as long as you have not been sanctified, will assassinate you again and again!"

"Until... the day you die!"

The voice of the mist saint incarnation as cold as ice and frost.

"hmph! You'll find out later." Ye Feng hands behind ones back, thoughts racing in his mind.

He does have a way.

At the beginning, I had a battle with Xiao Cangtian. This person has not yet entered the first round of Quasi-Saint, but he can temporarily fuse the ancient Giant Dragon bloodline with the power of the ancient heroic spirit, and the battle strength skyrocketed five times!

This method is worth a try.

sou!

Ye Feng swayed and appeared in front of Concubine Fox and Liu Feng, protecting them in the invincible defense of the Holy Spirit.

“die for me!”

The incarnation of Mist Saint is indomitable.

He waved his arms vigorously, clenching the continuously misty lance, like crazy, constantly attacking Ye Feng.

However, no matter what attack it is, it will automatically collapse when it is three meters away from Ye Feng.

"I have 3 minutes left!"

Ye Feng secretly said.

He extended the hand, and Fengyuan Spirit Bead appeared above his palm.

Although Feng Yuan Spirit Bead has been promoted to Top Grade Spirit Treasure, but as Ye Feng's strength has skyrocketed, its appearance rate is much lower.

But today, Ye Feng knows, it has to be.

Howling!

The sound of wind blowing sounded.

Fuyuan Spirit Bead begins to release its breath.

next moment.

Aura of five different colors appeared around Ye Feng in succession, namely the power of ancient heroic spirits of golden, the Power of Slaughter of black, the Power of Faith of pale golden, the translucent spiritual power, The golden Power of Supreme Yang.

These five forces are powerful.

“en?”

The incarnation of Saint Mist was stunned.

Five vitality?

Could it be that Ye Feng simply did not enter the Quasi-Saint level?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Before entering Quasi-Saint, you can break out the battle strength that is close to the fourth round of Quasi-Saint. Is this worth entering Quasi-Saint?

Isn't it going to blow up the sky?

The mist saint incarnate sucked in a cold breath.

“Five Qi Towards The Origin, condensate!”

Even if the Power of Faith has not yet reached the Heavenly Emperor level, Ye Feng can’t handle that much.

Bang!

As the Power of Slaughter collided with the power of ancient heroic spirits, Ye Feng's side was like a star exploding. If he was not in the form of a holy spirit at this moment, his defense was invincible, and he would definitely blow himself up.

"Give me a condensate!"

Ye Feng's hands contain invincible defensive power, suppressing this shock wave, making the Power of Slaughter and the power of ancient heroic spirits transform into There was a dark golden airflow.

Under great pressure, he succeeded!

"Really strong breath!"

Whether it is the incarnation of the mist saint or the wind, they can perceive the majestic energy contained in this mysterious air.

Even Ye Feng was shocked.

"Continue to give me fusion!"

He integrated Power of Supreme Yang, Divine Sense, Power of Faith into it, and broke out a horror that even Saint Realm could not stop Air waves.

Click!

The void was completely shattered because it couldn't bear this force, and it became a black different-dimensional area that stretched for several hundred li.

As Ye Feng continued to use the invincible defense to surround, these five powerful breaths finally successfully merged into a translucent golden vortex under his subtle control with the heart of wisdom, quietly suspended in the air. half empty.

"You...how could you possibly be able to fuse it?"

"Shouldn't the fusion of vitality come in order, how can you throw them all at once?"

p>

The mist saint incarnation looked at this scene and was dumbfounded.

From the golden vortex, he could feel an aura of destroying heaven extinguishing earth.

Even if his own body descends, he may not be able to withstand it and will be crushed into powder.

"I never play cards according to the routine!"

Ye Feng looked at the mist saint incarnation who showed a startled expression for the first time in the distance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he reached out to grab the golden vortex.

weng!

A sword hilt automatically extended from the golden vortex, fell into Ye Feng's hand, was grasped by him, and slowly pulled out.

In the process, the golden vortex keeps shrinking.

When the long sword is completely unsheathed, the golden vortex disappears completely and becomes this golden three chi long sword.

Its shape is noble and atmospheric!

A stream of Supreme's Prestige of Saint Sovereign slowly spread out, completely suppressing this void.

As strong as the incarnation of the fog saint, it has long been impossible to move even a little bit.

"It's over!"

He predicted that he would die.

Although it is only an incarnation, if it is beheaded by Ye Feng, the body will still be injured and it will take time to heal.

"What a domineering and noble sword!"

"This is the Saint Sovereign among the swords, Supreme!"

The iron sword of Liu Feng kept shaking , like encountering a courtier and an emperor, and can't afford to resist at all.

"Yes, this is the Saint Sovereign sword."

Ye Feng looked at this noble sword made from the fusion of five kinds of vitality, and could feel the terrifying aura inside. , and named this sword as the Saint Sovereign sword according to the sigh of the wind.

Looking at the incarnation of the mist saint in the distance, Ye Feng smiled.

At this time, there is one minute left in the form of the Holy Spirit.

"When I do ascetic cultivation for a period of time, I will definitely reach the Hanging Mountain. The first person to bring the sword to sacrifice is your body!"

"Die! ”

Ye Feng swings the Saint Sovereign sword.

A dazzling domineering sword qi swept across the sky, splitting this foggy field and crushing the incarnation of the fog saint into nothingness.

Then, sword qi slashed into the sky.

It carries the momentum of Sweeping Across the World, dividing the sky of the Divine Province continent into two.

This moment.

Whether they are at the ends of the earth or in the center of the inland, all living beings lift the head and can see that the sky is separated by a golden sword mark, revealing the black Universe Starry Sky.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they all guessed who cut out such a terrifying sword.

Long time.

This sword qi slowly dissipated.

hundred thousand li high in the sky.

Ye Feng exited the form of the Holy Spirit, but the Saint Sovereign sword in his hand was still held by him, and there was no sign of collapse.

"Master, this sword is so powerful!"

Fei Fei looked at the Saint Sovereign sword and wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare.

"I'm risking mortal danger, the vitality sword condensed by the method of "Five Qi Towards The Origin" is of course strong!"

Ye Feng said with a smile.

The Saint Sovereign sword can be separated by him and become the five vitality again, but Ye Feng feels that it is not necessary for the time being.

After all, the process of fusing a Saint Sovereign sword is too hard.

If it weren't for the invincible defense in the form of the Holy Spirit, even if it was a Saint Realm, it would be scattered ashes and dispersed smoke under the shock wave generated by the fusion process.

"However, when I want to attack Quasi-Saint and Saint Realm, I still have to dismantle the Saint Sovereign sword."

Ye Feng secretly said.

Power of Faith has not yet reached the Heavenly Emperor level, and the Saint Sovereign sword fused at this time is not yet the strongest form.

Ye Feng decided to disband the Saint Sovereign sword after the Power of Faith in the Divine Pond has reached the Heavenly Emperor level, and attack Quasi-Saint and Saint Realm with these five vitality.

“Let’s go, Huizong!”

Ye Feng took the Saint Sovereign sword behind him and fell to Misty Peak.

"Okay." Concubine Fox carried the Hunyuan stick and followed her obediently without any hesitation.

Liu Feng looked at Ye Feng's back.

He suddenly felt that Ye Feng is too strong, he doesn't need Dao Protector at all, is it really useful to stay in Misty Sect?

But he still followed.

Since he has chosen to be Ye Feng's Dao Protector, as long as Ye Feng doesn't drive him away, he will stay in Misty Sect.

Hanging Mountain.

“pu!”

A silhouette hidden in the mist vomited blood.

"Damn Ye Feng!"

The fog saint slapped the armrest of the throne angrily, with a heart-piercing roar from his mouth, venting his anger and fear.

He didn't expect, Ye Feng was so terrifying!

That sword, world shacking, weeping Ghost God, even if it is his body, he is not fully confident to take it.

"How can there be such a terrifying evildoer in this world?"

The fog saint trembled with anger.

Fortunately, this time I just went to an incarnation. If the main body comes, at this moment, has he fallen?

The more you think about it, the more startled the fog saint becomes.

He was a little scared.

If it wasn't for the fear of Heavenly Dao's remnants, he didn't dare to come to the Divine Province continent, today, maybe it was his doomsday.

(end of this chapter)