The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Zhongzhou.

The Holy Sect.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the light curtain that appeared in the sky, and learned the process from the birth of the hunting clan patriarch, to the massacre of the audience, and finally to the death of the chief elder of the Swallowing Devil Sect.

Tianzhou, Dizhou, Xuanzhou…

All the Great Thousand Worlds in the Three Thousand Worlds, including the Shenzhou, Xiaoxianjie, Arctic Galaxy and other places in the Starry Sky World, have all seen these pictures.

This is the function of Ye Feng's full power of the world, which can transmit the picture to the heavens and the world.

His purpose is simple.

Let the world know that after millions of years of silence, the terrifying patriarch of all clans has been reborn!

China.

Misty sect.

When the disciples saw the picture from Ye Feng, they all widened their eyes, and fear flashed in their pupils.

"What a terrifying strength!"

Immortal Gu Ling said solemnly.

"It's really terrifying, even if I'm at full strength, I'm not necessarily this person's opponent."

Ling Zhiwei also looked serious.

"In the case of full combat power, if you and I join forces, there may be a possibility to compete with the hunting clan chief."

Gu Lingxianzun speculated.

"It should be possible. My space law and your Spirit Devouring Immortal Sword Formation can cooperate with each other. It is not difficult to kill any enemy in the Holy Land. However, the strength of the hunting clan's patriarch surpasses the Holy Peak, which is difficult to deal with."

Ling Zhiwei was still not sure of winning.

In the sect, the disciples were very worried.

"The sect master won't have to deal with such a terrifying and powerful enemy? It is said that 10,000 clan chiefs will recover every year. On average, it is almost three a day!"

"For this kind of powerful enemy, one is enough, and now there are about three recoveries every day, isn't it over?"

The disciples discussed.

"Don't panic!"

"We have to always trust the leader."

In the end, it was the senior brother Shi Lei who stood up and let out a loud voice to appease everyone.

all the worlds.

Countless powerhouses walked out of their homes one after another, looking at the light curtain in the sky, with shock, fear and other emotions in their eyes.

Tianzhou, Holy Spirit Sect.

Lingzun retreat place.

"Patriarch of all clans!"

"They didn't even die?"

"wrong!"

"It was resurrected."

"Who is it? The layout is so grand that even the patriarchs of ten thousand clans can be resurrected. What is this going to do? Is it enslaving the entire universe?"

"Does it make sense to do this?"

Lingzun's voice sounded slowly.

Can't hear emotions, can't tell the difference between men and women.

Dongzhou, Haoran Holy Sect.

A sword chant sounded, stabilizing the emotions of everyone in the sect, causing everyone to clench their fists.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Because, we have Sword God!"

The disciples of the Holy Sect of Haoran have high fighting spirit.

Zhongzhou, unparalleled holy sect.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

Within the range shrouded by the lightning, everyone felt no fear, and even wanted to enter the starry sky to encircle the newly born hunting clan chief.

Swallowing Demon Sect.

"The first elder and the third elder are dead!"

"Sect Master is not here, what can I do!"

The people of the Swallowing Demon Sect looked at the Second Elder and others who were still suppressed on the ground.

"Didn't you see me being suppressed by Ye Feng?"

The second elder gave everyone a blank look.

Deep in the starry sky.

The patriarch of the hunting clan devoured all the power of the Great Elder of the Swallowing Demon Sect, not even letting go of his soul, making the originally withered body gradually become majestic and full.

“Long-lost taste!”

The hunting clan chief looked at the universe, his eyes flashing with pride.

"The future belongs to our ten thousand races!"

He laughed cheerfully.

"Really?"

An indifferent voice sounded.

People from all over the world also heard the sound from the light curtain and opened their eyes wide to watch.

in sight.

A tall figure slowly appeared.

"Ye Feng!"

"Is he going to die?"

Everyone was breathless.

"This guy, Tiansheng?"

Many people who knew Ye Feng noticed his cultivation and were all dumbfounded.

How long has it been since he became a saint?

Will you give it to others to live?

in the starry sky.

The hunting clan patriarch followed the sound and saw Ye Feng standing there with a calm expression, exuding the cultivation base of the Heavenly Sacred Realm, with an extremely strong foundation.

"An ant in the Heavenly Holy Land?"

The patriarch of the hunting clan looked at Ye Feng, and his eyes were filled with cruelty and cruelty, as well as a little joke.

"Have you ever thought that the ants in your mouth can eat you up without any leftovers?"

Ye Feng carried his hands on his back and said indifferently.

"Just you?"

The patriarch of the hunting clan looked up to the sky and laughed, and when he lowered his head again, his eyes were full of violent killing intent, and he held the bone spear and threw it with the strongest force.

tear it up!

The stars along the way were shattered.

The bone spear arrived in front of Ye Feng in an instant, so fast that no one could react, and they were instantly fearful.

but!

When everyone blinked and saw the scene on the screen clearly, they saw that Ye Feng was still standing in the same place, catching the bone spear with only one finger.

"how is this possible?"

The crowd was stunned.

"What level of power is this?"

The head of the hunting clan also widened his eyes. He was surprised and puzzled for the first time. With a move, the bone spear flew back to his hand and was thrown with all his strength.

Ding!

With only one finger, Ye Feng easily caught the terrifying bone spear that could shoot to the Holy Land.

"too weak."

Ye Feng opened his mouth.

"Is this the so-called patriarch of the ten thousand clans? Your strength is indeed not bad, and the level of strength is twice that of the peak and holy. Unfortunately, in front of me, it is still too weak."

next moment.

With a flick of Ye Feng's fingers, the bone spear shattered into pieces, and burst out as a force, penetrating the chest of the hunting clan chief.

"how is this possible?"

The hunting clan chief looked down at the cut in his chest, his eyes almost popping out.

"Are you in the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

He suddenly realized this, looked at Ye Feng in the distance, and said in awe.

"No! I'm just the Heavenly Sacred Realm ant in your mouth."

Ye Feng took three steps forward, arrived in front of the hunting clan chief, slapped it, and knocked the opponent off.

in situ.

A phantom stood blankly.

This person is the soul of the hunting clan's patriarch, looking illusory and transparent, without any vitality, but still able to survive in the world, it looks very strange.

Ye Feng immediately used the Eye of Insight.

[Name: Hunting Clan Patriarch]

[Grade: Peak to Holy]

[Introduction: One of the patriarchs of the ten thousand clans, who should have fallen millions of years ago, was resurrected by a mysterious burial place and strengthened his own strength]

[Remarks: The burial will last forever, it will not be destroyed]

Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed.

Burial?

That is the so-called tomb of the gods, where 10,000 patriarchs of ten thousand clans are buried. As long as the place is not destroyed, the patriarchs of ten thousand clans can continue to be reborn.

Of course, there is no immediate respawn.

They need to absorb the majestic energy before they can restore the state of the ancient coffin, and after the original source is restored, they can be resurrected again.

This situation is very common.

The burial place is equivalent to a large world.

The patriarchs of all clans are equivalent to the pseudo-heavenly way of this world. They can be reborn continuously and are difficult to be completely obliterated. They are similar to Shangguan Oracle, Zhenlong Ancient Sage and others.

"who are you?"

The patriarch of the hunting clan saw that he was only left with a soul, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com was shocked at first, and then he said coldly: "You can't kill me, as long as the burial place is not destroyed, I can return to this place after all. The world, push you horizontally!"

"I, the Headmaster of the Misty Sect, Ye Feng!"

How could Ye Feng miss this opportunity to earn reputation points?

After self-declaring his identity, Ye Feng waved his sleeves, and the wind swept out, shattering the soul of the hunting clan chief.

Click!

The head of the hunting clan turned into a feather of light and flew to the burial ground in the depths of the starry sky. With the bone spear that was blown up, he recovered into an ancient coffin branded with his own totem.

"Disperse!"

Ye Feng clenched his hands, split the fog, and went all the way to the door of the burial ground. Looking at the tens of thousands of ancient coffins inside, his face gradually became solemn.

All worlds.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.