The hungry ghost roared, and the space slashed by the sword marks was torn into a dead place.
Countless gray and white hungry ghosts waved their shriveled arms, and rushed out of the dead silence like crazy and headed towards Ling Yunxiao.
The scene in front of you made all the holy people look surprised.
"How is that possible! Is that the power of the hungry ghost realm?"
"No, it's impossible. The Hungry Ghost Realm is as famous as the Heavenly Realm Way. How could it be driven by the fairyland monks?"
"Look! That's the breath of the Emperor Realm!"
Looking along the voice of an elder of the Holy Realm, the three ghost emperors' imaginary images also emerged from the dead silence.
Now, in the forbidden furnace, the three ghost emperors and the three hungry ghost worlds are all refined by Zhang Yifeng. Even if they cannot be integrated into the body, they can still be driven to control them.
A black skin covering the sky, a flesh mountain with bones, and a pale human head stretching out from the dead silence formed a completely purgatory image.
Zhang Yifeng held the Sixteen Saints in his hand, just like a ghost man holding a mourning stick in his hand, manipulating these hungry ghosts and attacking Ling Yunxiao together.
In front of Lian Tian Xiansheng and others, we naturally cannot use the Great Way of Nothingness.
But on that day, the Sixteen Saints of Silence were disguised as demon soldiers, and now they have devoured and absorbed the hungry ghost realm and pulled the power of the hungry ghost realm. Naturally, the Saints could not see any clues.
In Zhang Yifeng's opinion, relying solely on the Sixteen Saints of Silence is enough to solve the Ling Yunxiao in front of him.
Faced with this overwhelming offensive and the looming power of the Emperor Realm, Ling Yunxiao sweated coldly on his forehead.
Just now, Zhang Yifeng had already used such a method with one move and one move. How could Ling Yunxiao have seen such a formation?
Although the three ghost emperors' virtual phenomena cannot use real imperial realm methods, the pressure brought by the virtual phenomena alone is already terrifying enough and affects Ling Yunxiao's manipulation of demon power at all times.
Zhang Yifeng's figure was swaying, landing on the pale man's head, looking at Ling Yunxiao: "Will your tribe members see you in such a embarrassing situation, do you agree with your wishes?"
Faced with Zhang Yifeng's mockery, Ling Yunxiao's face immediately turned white and red. Now, with this human body, the strength of the Immortal Lord Realm has reached its limit. Even if he blessed the thousand-million-machine soldiers in his hand, he could not do anything to the overwhelming hungry ghost.
Not to mention defeating Zhang Yifeng, there is no chance to connect with Zhang Yifeng.
Under this move, Ling Yunxiao can be said to be completely at a disadvantage. If Zhang Yifeng took advantage of the victory, Ling Yunxiao would not be able to fight back.
The man in front of him, just sitting cross-legged on the pale man's head, had already brought him unspeakable pressure.
"You would be too arrogant to defeat him by using such means!"
The Jin Lei Qianmai soldier turned into a giant sword. As the giant sword dragged Thunder, he swept away the hungry ghost in front of him. Ling Yunxiao's body flashed and retreated dozens of miles away.
Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ling Yunxiao. The next moment, the entire Jiuhua Fairy Peak suddenly changed.
A golden thunder suddenly surged on the top of the nine mountains.
The golden thunder, which looked like a dragon, was intertwined in an instant, and the point of integration was where Ling Yunxiao was.
Nine golden thunders merged into one, and waves of dazzling divine light surged into the sky. Ling Yunxiao's body grew feathers, flashing with indestructible light, and his head became like a bird's head, with a sharp sharp beak, and his whole body suddenly swelled, turning into a huge size of hundreds of feet.
This is Ling Yunxiao's true form and the true demon body of the Fenglei Holy Clan.
"Is it necessary to use the trump card?"
Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, and in front of him, nine golden thunders turned into a thunder ball like stars in the air, and a series of powers that belonged to the emperor's realm were poured into Ling Yunxiao's body.
"I'm arrogant and I'll make you pay the price!"
Ling Yunxiao's hand that was even more like a claw was pinching the golden thunder thousand mechanics. The next moment, the dazzling golden light dragged the power of the thunder, and a thunder net was woven in front of Zhang Yifeng.
In the sky, the thunder ball buzzed, and a golden thunder as thick as a hundred feet hit the thunder net. The two collided, and the golden thunder spread in an instant. Wherever they passed, all hungry ghosts were turned into powder and dissipated.
"Die!"
Ling Yunxiao shouted angrily, and the dazzling golden light pierced at Zhang Yifeng. In no time, tens of thousands of attacks were carried around Zhang Yifeng, almost tearing the space around Zhang Yifeng apart.
Each strike can lead to a stream of thunder from the thunder ball, carrying the power of the Emperor Realm to come.
Countless golden thunders wrapped around the space where Zhang Yifeng was in. The imaginary images of the three ghost emperors were also under the attack of this imperial power, and could no longer affect Ling Yunxiao.
At this moment, Ling Yunxiao showed his true form and his cultivation level had reached the Great Perfection of the Immortal Saint.
Even the saints present had to pay a huge price to deal with Ling Yunxiao. Faced with such an unavoidable blow, even the faces of Tianxian Sheng and others slowly closed their eyes with regret.
Even if they faced such a blow, they would not be able to resist it in full.
Zhang Yifeng is just a small cultivator in the Immortal Venerable Realm. How can he resist?
"The power of the Holy Son!"
"The power of the Holy Son!"
"The power of the Holy Son!"
The voices of the members of the Fenglei Holy Clan sounded from above the Jiuhua Immortal Peak, and the sound was like thunder, resounding across the sky.
A trace of disdain flashed in Ling Yunxiao's eyes. At this moment, he could no longer notice the breath of Zhang Yifeng. I thought that Zhang Yifeng must have been crushed by the golden thunder and dissipated between the world.
Just as Ling Yunxiao was about to stop and end the battle, a clattering sound of chewing sounded.
The thunderstorm that was sizzling came to an abrupt end, and the leaping electric arc seemed to be frozen in the void and could not move.
A figure slowly stepped out from it, and it was Zhang Yifeng.
At this moment, the Sixteen Saints of Silence in Zhang Yifeng's hand were separated in half. The sharp sword edge seemed to be a big wriggling mouth, and indescribable devouring intentions swept out from the sword edge, swallowing all the golden thunder into it.
As the last ray of golden thunder sucked into the Sixteen Saints of Silence, the sword edge, which was originally wrapped in golden light, flashed suddenly and returned to its original appearance, and all the golden thunder disappeared.
"What's the hurry? I haven't even used 50% of my strength yet."
Zhang Yifeng shook his hand and his sixteen saints, his eyes swept to the nine peaks, and suddenly smiled.
In the distance, Ling Yunxiao's heart was shocked. Under this golden thunder, even a strong man in the holy realm could not be unscathed.
"It is impossible for him to do this with the strange Taoist soldier alone!"
Ling Yunxiao roared in his heart, and what came immediately was shock.
Chapter completed!