Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng suddenly smiled: "By these three melons and two dates, I want to stop me? It seems that you are really trying to do anything!"
The many monks present were all prides of heaven from all walks of life, but Zhang Yifeng called him a cat and a dog. How could they bear this?
But Zhang Yifeng didn't talk too much nonsense to them, but he waved his hand casually, and the law of calling evil began to move forward. The figures of the three ghost emperors appeared. Just standing in the void, no one would dare to move forward.
Everyone looked at each other. Even though they were angry, the pressure of the emperor realm forced them to bow their heads.
"Who wants to try my methods?"
Zhang Yifeng looked around and snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
Since the Divine Light Palace has entered his hands, Zhang Yifeng never thought of handing over this thing, and the monks in the Immortal Realm in front of him were completely ignored by him.
Many monks were afraid of the rats, feeling the pressure of the emperor realm, retreating, and not being blinded by greed.
The secret treasure of storage left by a sacred person is naturally extremely tempting, but in this bone-falling holy land, the imaginary images of the three emperor-level powerful people are even more terrifying.
Although they each have their own trump cards, their trump cards are trump cards after all. Once they take action, they will have no way back. There are many monks present who have ideas about the Divine Light Palace, but no one wants to be the first to be the one who stands out.
Under the protection of the three ghost emperors, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the magic weapon that the Northern Wu Ao tribe gave him flew out, swelling in the storm. Zhang Yifeng turned over and left calmly.
"I, I know him! He is the killing god Zhang Yifeng!!"
"What?! One of the ten masters in the land of trial!"
"It turned out to be him! Fortunately, I haven't taken action against him just now, otherwise..."
The cultivators present came from all walks of life, and many of them had entered the trial place. Even if they only looked at Zhang Yifeng's style from afar, they knew that they were beyond their reach.
In the trial land, Zhang Yifeng was not yet an Immortal Lord Realm, but now he has become an Immortal Lord Realm. What is his strength?
The cultivators suddenly felt frightened, but did not know the name of the God of Killing, and were secretly frightened, only saying that this young man was famous and had not had a bad relationship with him, which was considered lucky.
Seeing this, Haoyun Siming's eyes were too long and his face was filled with coldness, and the mysterious man in the gray robe in the dark was the same.
The things the two of them were fighting for were different, but they all belonged to Zhang Yifeng alone.
Zhitiansi wanted to take back the sacred bones, but this mysterious man in gray robe wanted to get the treasure of Taiwu Immortal Emperor from Zhang Yifeng and take this opportunity to become an immortal emperor, but now he is defeated by Zhang Yifeng.
"The Chaos Realm, the Chaos torrent of the Nine Realms of Mountains and Seas has not yet retreated, but it cannot last long. The disaster that has been gone, I will visit you in person!"
Haoyun Siming's voice echoed over the entire bone-falling holy land, and then the three people disappeared.
The mysterious man in the gray robe next to him smiled strangely, hiding in the gray fog, missing, and not knowing that he had plans in his heart.
Zhang Yifeng heard the sound of Hao Yun Siming echoing from the entire sky, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Boy, if this Tianshishi really descends to the Chaos Realm, even if I help you, it will be useless."
At this moment, the voice of Zhuanru, who had been silent for a long time, echoed in Zhang Yifeng's mind.
"Don't worry, didn't he say that the torrent of chaos has not yet subsided? With this time, I will only practice. In the future, it may not be certain who will seek the trouble of whom."
After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, Zhuan Ru shook her head: "No, no, the divine realm is far from what you think. Now that you have all the trump cards, you can hurt the Immortal Emperor and even leave, but the divine realm is far beyond the reach of human power."
"I'm also in the divine realm, can't I deal with it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuan Ru suddenly smiled. There were some sarcasm and disdain in the laughter, or some expectations of waiting and seeing. Zhang Yifeng disagreed and did not take it seriously.
What should be the divine realm? It only takes a few levels.
Just as Zhang Yifeng was driving the palm-leaf fan, Ling Jiutian, who was hidden in the crowd, had a cold eyes and a malicious smile on his face, in the place where the Divine Light Palace should have been.
"Brother Jiutian, do you need to chase that boy? I'm afraid he has paid a considerable price to seize this treasure in the Divine Light Palace. Now it should be at the end of his strength, and he is just pretending to behave just now."
If the young man beside Ling Jiutian saw Zhang Yifeng's heels and feet, he had faced the divine power and the invasion of the mysterious gray-robed man several times in the Divine Light Palace. Zhang Yifeng even used the power of the Chaos God and Demon, and now there was no ten immortal energy in his body.
But everyone was afraid of the weapons. Ling Jiutian knew the power of the Dao Rule of the Summons. The external incarnation of Emperor Fenglei Yu was tortured under the Dao Rule of the Summons. The appearance of the three powerful emperors in the realm was not a fraud.
"He should have a trump card in his hand, so there is no need to chase him."
"Can......"
What else did the young man want to say? Although it was not the Fenglei Holy Clan, Zhang Yifeng now has the Divine Light Palace in his hands. This alone is enough to make him think of killing and robbing people.
Otherwise, he would not be so persistent. It was not him who died of his younger brother. Where did he get the deep hatred with Zhang Yifeng?
Ling Jiutian raised his hand and interrupted the young man: "Have you heard the powerful man from Zhitiansi just now? He is already a dead person!"
When the young man heard this, he sneered in his heart. So what if he was a dead person? It was you, the Fenglei Holy Clan, who took revenge, but you didn't get any benefits.
But Ling Jiutian's turn of words completely killed the young man's greed.
"What's more, the strong man from Zhitiansi came for the Divine Light Palace in Feng Yi's hand. Could it be that you think that the killing and robbing goods have come to your hands, and the strong man from Zhitiansi will not pursue it?"
Upon hearing this, the young man felt a terrified and he stopped talking.
Many greedy monks present also expected that this was the fundamental reason why they did not go to chase Zhang Yifeng.
No one wants to be involved with Zhitiansi. If Zhitiansi's mission is aimed at it, it will be the true ten deaths and no life.
On the other hand, Zhang Yifeng naturally doesn’t care about these things. If there are too many lice, why not itch if there is too much lice, what’s wrong with taking it as an enemy?
Settled in a valley, Zhang Yifeng's spiritual sense sneaked into the bronze box in his hand.
With a thought, the entire Divine Light Palace was filled with golden light, and there were three levels of heaven and earth. The first level was the passage when Zhang Yifeng just entered the Divine Light Palace, and the altar empty hall. The second level was the broken heaven and earth obtained by the Tianmen Order. The third level was naturally the ancient temple with sacred bones hidden.
The third heaven and earth, the third state, now Zhang Yifeng has become the master of the Divine Light Palace, and the magic of it is revealed to Zhang Yifeng bit by bit.
"This is a real treasure!"
Chapter completed!