The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

After listening to Ye Feng's words, the incarnation of Wu Sheng laughed loudly.

"kill me?"

"Hahaha……"

"You just have a good defense, but at most your own combat power has just reached the fourth-ranked quasi-sage level, how can you kill me?"

"It's useless to speak big words!"

"Even if the incarnation of this saint can't kill you, in the future, when I recover from loss, there will be more and stronger incarnations in the lower realm. As long as you are not sanctified, you will be assassinated again and again!"

"Until... the day you die!"

The voice of the incarnation of Mist Saint was frosty.

"Humph! You will know later." Ye Feng carried his hands on his back, thoughts flying in his mind.

He does have a way.

At the beginning, he and Xiao Cangtian fought, this person has not yet entered the first rank quasi-sage, but he can temporarily integrate the blood of the ancient dragon and the power of the ancient heroic spirit, and his combat power has risen five times!

This method is worth a try.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng's body flickered and appeared in front of Concubine Fox and Liu Feng, shielding them in the invincible defense in the form of the Holy Spirit.

"Die to me!"

The incarnation of Mist Saint is unrelenting.

He waved his arms vigorously, clenched the continuous mist spear, as if mad, and kept attacking Ye Feng.

However, no matter what the attack is, it will automatically collapse when it is close to Ye Feng for three meters.

"I have three minutes!"

Ye Feng secretly said.

He stretched out his hand, and Feng Yuan Lingzhu appeared above his palm.

Although Feng Yuan Lingzhu was promoted to the best Lingbao, as Ye Feng's strength soared, its appearance rate was much lower.

But today, Ye Feng knows that it must be.

Howl!

The sound of the wind swept through.

Feng Yuan Lingzhu began to release its breath.

next moment.

Next to Ye Feng, five different colors of aura appeared in succession, namely the power of golden ancient heroic spirits, the power of black killing, the power of light gold faith, the power of translucent spirituality, and the power of brilliant golden sun.

These five forces are very powerful.

"Um?"

The incarnation of Wusheng was stunned.

Five kinds of vitality?

Could it be that Ye Feng didn't enter the Quasi-Saint level at all?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Before entering the quasi-sage, you can explode close to the fourth-turn quasi-sage's combat power. If you enter the quasi-sage, you can still get it?

Isn't it going to blow up the sky?

The incarnation of Wusheng took a breath.

"Five Qis Chaoyuan, Condensation!"

Even if the power of belief has not reached the level of the Emperor of Heaven, Ye Feng can't manage that much.

boom!

With the collision of the power of killing and the power of ancient heroic spirits, Ye Feng's side seemed to be exploding. If he were not in the form of a holy **** at the moment, defense was invincible, he would definitely blow himself to death.

"Give me condensate!"

Ye Feng's hands contained invincible defensive power, suppressing this shock wave, causing the power of killing and the power of ancient heroic spirits to turn into a dark golden air current.

Under strong pressure, he succeeded!

"What a strong breath!"

Whether it is the incarnation of Mist Saint or Flowing Wind, they can perceive the majestic energy contained in this mysterious flow.

Even Ye Feng was shocked.

"Continue to fuse me!"

He integrated the power of the sun, the power of divine consciousness, and the power of faith into it, and burst out a terrifying wave that even the Holy Realm could hardly stop.

Click!

The void was completely shattered because it couldn't bear this force, becoming a black different-dimensional area that stretched for hundreds of miles.

As Ye Feng continued to use invincible defenses to surround him, these five powerful auras finally successfully merged into a group of translucent golden vortexes, suspended in midair under the subtle control of his wisdom.

"You... how can you possibly come together?"

"The fusion of vitality, shouldn't it come in order, how can you throw it all at once?"

The incarnation of Wu Sheng looked at this scene, dumbfounded.

From the golden whirlpool, he could feel a breath of destruction.

Even if one's own body descends, it may not be able to withstand it, and it will be crushed into powder.

"I never play cards according to the routine!"

Ye Feng looked at the incarnation of Mist Saint who was shocked for the first time in the distance, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab the golden vortex.

Hum!

A sword hilt automatically extended from the golden vortex and fell into Ye Feng's hand. He grabbed it and slowly pulled it out.

In the process, the golden vortex kept shrinking.

When the long sword was completely unsheathed, the golden vortex completely disappeared and became this golden three-foot long sword.

Its shape is noble and magnificent!

The supreme holy emperor's might slowly dissipated, completely suppressing the void.

Strong as the incarnation of the fog saint, has long been unable to move.

"It's over!"

He expected that he would definitely die.

Even though it was only an incarnation, if Ye Feng was beheaded, the body would still be traumatized, and it would take time to heal.

"What a domineering and noble sword!"

"This is the holy emperor in the sword, supreme!"

Liu Feng's iron sword kept trembling, as if he had met a courtier and an emperor.

"Yes, this is the Holy Emperor Sword."

Ye Feng looked at this noble sword that was formed by the fusion of five vital energy, and could feel the terrifying aura inside. According to Liu Feng's sigh, he named this sword the Holy Emperor Sword.

Looking at the incarnation of Wu Sheng in the distance, Ye Feng smiled.

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

"Wait for me to practice hard for a period of time, and I will definitely enter the Xuankong Mountain. The first person to offer the sword is your body!"

"Die!"

Ye Feng brandished the holy emperor sword.

A dazzling domineering sword energy flew across the sky, splitting this misty field, and also crushing the incarnation of Mist Saint into nothingness.

Then, Jian Qi slashed towards the sky.

It swept across the world, and divided the sky of China mainland into two.

this moment.

Whether in the corners of the world or in the center of the inland, all creatures raised their heads and could see the sky separated by a golden sword mark, exposing the black cosmic starry sky.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they wondered who had cut such a terrible sword.

a long time.

This sword energy slowly dissipated.

One hundred thousand miles high in the sky.

Ye Feng withdrew from the form of the holy god, but the holy emperor sword in his hand was still held by him, showing no sign of collapse.

"Master, this sword is so powerful!"

Concubine Fox looked at the Holy Emperor Sword, and wanted to touch it, but she didn't dare to touch it.

"I risked my life, and the vitality sword condensed by the method of "Five Qi Chaoyuan" is of course strong!"

Ye Feng smiled.

The Sacred Emperor Sword could be separated by him and become the five vitality again, but Ye Feng felt that it was not necessary for the time being.

After all, the process of fusing the Holy Emperor Sword was too difficult.

If it were not for the invincible defense in the form of a holy god, even a holy realm would be wiped out under the shock wave generated by the fusion process.

"However, when I want to attack the quasi-sage and the holy realm, I still have to dismantle the holy emperor sword."

Ye Feng secretly said.

The power of belief has not yet reached the level of the emperor of heaven, and the holy emperor sword fused at this time is not yet the strongest form.

Ye Feng decided to disband the Holy Emperor Sword after the power of faith in the God of Faith also reached the level of the Emperor of Heaven, and use these five vital energy to attack the quasi-sage and the holy realm.

"Let's go, return to the sect!"

Ye Feng held the Sacred Emperor Sword behind him and fell towards the Misty Peak.

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

Liu Feng looked at Ye Feng's back.

He suddenly felt that Ye Feng is too strong and he doesn't need a protector at all. Is it really useful to stay in the Misty Sect by himself?

However, he still followed.

Since he has chosen to become Ye Feng's protector, as long as Ye Feng doesn't drive him away, he will stay in the Misty Sect.

Hanging Mountain.

"puff!"

A figure hidden in the mist vomited blood.

"Damn Ye Feng!"

Wu Shengang slapped the armrest of the throne ~www.readwn.com~ with a heart-piercing roar in his mouth, venting the anger and fear in his heart.

He didn't expect Ye Feng to be so terrible!

That sword, shocking the world, weeping ghosts, even if it was his body, he couldn't take it with complete confidence.

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

Wu Sheng was trembling with anger.

Fortunately, this time just went to an incarnation. If the body descends, has he already fallen at this moment?

The more Wu Sheng thought about it, the more shocked it became.

He was faintly afraid.

If it hadn't been for the fear of the remnant of the heavens, and he didn't dare to actually descend on the mainland of China, today, perhaps it is really his doomsday.

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