The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Chapter 1251 After crying, you say it's okay?

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone looked at the Wanzu Continent.

I saw Ye Feng's side, a figure appeared out of thin air, wearing a black suit and a black gauze hat on his head.

Besides Mo Ying, who else could it be?

Whoosh whoosh!

Figures appeared one after another.

Since those disciples who went out to practice also rushed back, this time, the number of people behind Ye Feng was even larger, reaching more than 30,000 people.

"Not dead?"

Yuexi Jiansheng looked around and looked at the familiar disciples such as Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and his face was full of surprise.

Not only her, but also the powerhouses from all walks of life.

"Not dead?"

"How is this going?"

"It was Ye Feng who resurrected them?"

"It's no wonder that the head of Ye is so calm. It turns out that he has a plan for a long time. It's a shame that we misunderstood him before. If we can meet, I want to apologize to him!"

People couldn't help but guess.

At the same time, when they looked at Ye Feng again, their eyes were filled with admiration, and they felt that he was a master of strategizing and acting calmly as always.

The mountain of all races.

"how is this possible?"

The coffin board of the hunting clan chief and other ten thousand clan chiefs could no longer be held down, and almost exploded on the spot.

They consumed so much origin, created countless clansmen, and tried to obliterate all the disciples of the Misty Sect, but who knew that the other party was all alive.

Moreover, the breath is still at its peak.

This situation is incredible!

"We lost a lot!"

"Yes!"

"The source of life I have just accumulated is completely exhausted, and the plan to resurrect again will be postponed again."

"Next, what should I do?"

"Cold salad!"

The hunting clan chief and others were very depressed.

on the ground.

Ye Feng quietly crossed his knees here.

"Master, we're back."

Shi Lei stood beside Ye Feng and cupped his hands towards him, his eyes filled with joy.

After a hearty battle, he felt that his experience was more abundant, and his combat skills had been improved in an all-round way, and he couldn't wait to meet a new battle.

"Just come back."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Next, start a new battle and enjoy what a real battle experience is! Go all out, don't hold back."

"Yes!"

Shi Lei nodded heavily, waved his sleeves, and led all the disciples from the first to the fifth generation to the distant mountain of all races.

"Invincible!"

As the disciples walked, they shouted slogans while grouping in an orderly manner.

There are many combination attack formations in the Misty Sect.

As long as they are sect disciples, they will basically practice.

The new disciples whose cultivation base is only in the spirit sea realm are currently gathering, dozens of people form a group, and the breaths on their bodies are connected to each other, forming a powerful battle formation.

"Again?"

The hunting clan chief gritted his teeth.

"Kill it out, keep killing it!"

"I don't believe Ye Feng can resurrect them."

The other patriarchs were all angry.

puff! puff!

There were also many ancient coffins trembling, throwing out drops of soul blood and falling to the ground, forming a tribe of ten thousand clans.

Their cultivation base is the lowest and also has the Divine Origin Realm.

The highest are more than a dozen quasi-sages of the fourth turn.

"Kill them all!"

The hunting clan chief gave an order coldly.

"war!"

Shi Lei and the other disciples immediately grouped up to face the ten thousand clansmen.

all the worlds.

Everyone looked at the lively disciples of the Misty Sect, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and gradually narrowed their eyes.

"How is this going?"

"I was still sad just now!"

"That's right, how come they all survived. Although I'm a little happy, I always feel weird."

People didn't know what to say.

Wanzu Continent.

The disciples of the Misty Sect once again faced off against the ten thousand clansmen.

This time.

Huo Yunjie did not use the sword-drawing technique, but held the sword in both hands, and his body was covered with a layer of cold and ruthless sword intent, one sword for a thousand clansmen.

"I want people to know that even if I don't use the sword-drawing technique, my combat power is not weak."

Huo Yunjie said coldly.

On both sides of his back, Lin Yuyan and Ding Baixue followed closely, making up for Huo Yunjie, or beheading the weaker Ten Thousand clansmen, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.

Their combination is like a sharp knife.

Violently, plunged into the depths of the army of ten thousand clans.

"Your opponent is us!"

The dozen or so people from all ethnic groups who were at the quasi-sage level of the fourth rank came to kill them, aiming at Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others, and killed them.

"Dragon blood is boiling!"

Long Tianxing instantly entered the real dragon form, and then burned his own dragon blood to become a golden dragon.

boom!

He spewed out the breath of a dragon, blocking a Quasi-Saint of the Fourth Turn.

"Extremely fast sword!"

Mo Ying also rushed to the center of the battle group, and instantly used her sword tens of thousands of times, forcing the remaining dozen or so rank four Quasi-Saints back.

"Combine!"

Shi Lei roared.

All the disciples of the Divine Origin Realm and the Spiritual Sea Realm immediately stood in an orderly manner, crossed their knees on the ground at the same time, all hands clasped together, and all kinds of radiance rose from their bodies, and the scene was very spectacular.

hum!

A huge shield appeared, shrouding the disciples of the Misty Sect, and the digital four turned Quasi-Saints with all their strength, trying to destroy the more than 20,000 disciples who were forming a formation.

"Heavenly Sword Kill!"

Shi Lei, who presided over the grand formation, waved Ma Liang's pen and wrote a sharp-edged "sword".

The big formation below immediately had brilliance flowing into the word, turning it into a sharp Heavenly Sword, slashing at the imposing four-turn Quasi-Saint.

tear it up!

The arms of the digital four-turn quasi-sage were cut off.

They flew high and flew, not the opponents of the big formation.

"Relentless Sword Kill!"

Huo Yunjie took the opportunity to jump up high and came behind a Quasi-Saint of Four Turns with a broken arm, and the long sword suddenly slashed.

This four-turn quasi-sage was immediately divided into two halves.

boom!

He hit the ground hard and died.

"Dragon King is angry!"

The golden dragon transformed by Long Tianxing jumped high, his fists turned into brilliant golden color, and frantically bombarded the second broken arm of the fourth-turn quasi-sage, successfully blowing it up.

"Super Divine Fist!"

Qiao Jiaxi also reached high in the sky, punching through the third broken arm, the fourth-turn quasi-sage.

Mo Ying also jumped high.

A sword was slashed out, and two more wounded quasi-sages of the fourth turn were killed, and their lifeless bodies were smashed to the ground.

"Heavenly Sword Kill!"

Shi Lei once again presided over the great formation, combining Ma Liangbi's ability to modify reality with the formation, and another sharp sword slashed out.

The digital four turned Quasi-Saint seeing this, and immediately dodged.

"Drawing the ground is a prison!"

Shi Lei swiped his brush and ink again.

on the ground.

Dozens of vines grew wildly, entangling the four Quasi-Saints.

Immediately after.

The terrifying sword light slashed past.

tear it up!

Several rank four quasi-sages were chopped in half, and then they were shot by Long Tianxing and others, killing them all.

"damn it!"

"How can the combat experience of the disciples of the Misty Sect have improved so much, and they still rely on the power of the formation to crush and kill countless of our clansmen, it's just hateful!"

"what to do?"

"Elite clansmen dispatched to the Holy Land!"

In the end, the hunting clan chief went out of his way.

The ancient coffin he was in vibrated violently, and then, a brilliant brilliance suddenly spewed out and fell to the ground, forming a tall and thin figure holding a bone spear.

This is a hunting tribe.

However, he has a holy cultivation base.

As soon as this person appeared, the pressure of the holy realm immediately swept across the audience, sending Shi Lei, Mo Ying and the others flying out, and the formation of tens of thousands of people was also broken.

"It actually dispatched the Holy Land!"

"This is no longer a fight for the younger generation."

"No matter how powerful the Misty Sect is, how can there be disciples of the Holy Realm? The patriarchs of the ten thousand clans do not talk about credibility, they are despicable and shameless!"

Practitioners from all walks of life cursed.

"Death to me!"

The Saint Realm people of the Hunting Clan opened their indifferent eyes, jumped up, and killed Mo Ying.

Clang clang!

In an instant, Mo Ying swung his sword tens of thousands of times, forming an airtight shield of sword energy. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

However, the bone spear stabbed.

Mo Ying's sword energy shield was torn apart, and her whole body was penetrated. With the violent vibration of the bone spear, her body collapsed into nothingness.

"Senior Sister Mo!"

The crowd shouted.

"You all have to die!"

The hunting clansmen in the holy realm grinned and waved their bone spears. In two rounds, they penetrated and shattered Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing who had joined forces to kill them.

From then on, he was like entering a realm where no one was there, fighting to his heart's content.

Whether it is Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, or Wang Ping'an, none of them are his opponents.

After just ten breaths.

Only a few hundred disciples of the Misty Sect were killed.

(End of this chapter)