(This chapter takes a bit long to code, but it is definitely very substantial~)
Rumble…
After the Tao treasure phantoms flying out of the weapon refining palace killed the Taoist old man, they suddenly dispersed and rushed towards the other warriors.
Screams were heard one after another. Within a radius of three hundred miles, no one could escape. No matter where they hid, they could not avoid being attacked by the phantoms of the Taoist treasures. In just a few moments, most of the people had been killed. kill.
Ye Feng's scalp was numb, and the auras of several Taobao phantoms locked onto him. He turned around and ran away without saying a word, and then stood beside the old man.
The old man with a broken arm blew his beard and glared, while Ye Feng just smiled with a pale face.
Those Dao treasure phantoms can kill even half-immortals. With his ability, he is absolutely unstoppable, so we can only place our hope on this hidden old man.
The old man rolled his eyes at Ye Feng, calmly pressed his nose, stretched out an open palm, and said with a grin: "If you want me to protect you, old man, it won't be a problem. Take out one of your treasures. "
Ye Feng's face froze, the corner of his mouth twitched twice, and he said solemnly: "How can a dignified senior master do such a thing of taking advantage of the situation?"
"You're such a jerk, you look so superior, and if you continue to bargain, old man, I'll throw you out right now," the old man with a broken arm said with a glare, without any sense of superiority.
"Grandma, I've had bad luck for eight lifetimes. I should have known better than to join in the fun," Ye Feng muttered, hesitating which treasure gourd to take out.
"Hurry up," the old man said with a smile as if he was succeeding in his treacherous plan.
Several phantoms of Taoist treasures fell from the sky menacingly, blasting them fiercely, but before they could get close, they disintegrated and dissipated in mid-air, making a sound like heavy thunder and small raindrops.
Ye Feng glanced at the ruined old man across from him and was very sure that this old guy was an absolute expert. He immediately gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and took out the Immortal Killing Gourd.
"Oh, your kid's treasure is really good, the Geng Gold Gourd among the seven innate treasure gourds,"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he reached out his hand and snatched the Immortal Killing Gourd back without any ceremony.
Ye Feng stared at the immortal-killing gourd that had now fallen into the hands of the old man with a look of reluctance, but saw the old guy opposite squinting his eyes and said: "You still have the aura of the innate Taoist treasure in your body, could it be another one?" One of the Seven Treasure Gourds,"
"Can you be a little more noble?" Ye Feng said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
The ruined old man with a broken arm rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, I'm just saving it for you temporarily, so I won't take anything from a little brat like you."
"Fuck you, uncle," Ye Feng could only curse in his heart at this old man who took the opportunity to steal his treasure.
As long as there are Taoist phantoms blasting towards this side, Ye Feng did not see any movement of the old man with a broken arm, and those Taoist phantoms will directly decompose and dissipate.
Although I feel in my heart that this old guy doesn't have the demeanor of his predecessors, for him now, he can only look up to this shocking method.
After the death of the old man of the Taoist sect, the black dragon soul also began to wreak havoc. Two martial masters fought with it. They did not last long before they were crushed into blood mist by a huge black dragon claw. Their bodies died and the Tao disappeared. .
This shocking scene made everyone gasp, because this black dragon was really terrifying. It could compete with a strong semi-immortal and kill the Martial Lord like a dog.
The deafening roar of the dragon resounded endlessly, the hundred-foot-long dragon's body was glowing with black light, and the vast power of the dragon filled the air, which was breathtaking.
In just a short moment, only the few peerless experts from the two holy places of Daomen and Shenzong were able to barely hold on and resist the black dragon's attack with all their strength.
In addition, the elder of the Shenzong was sweating profusely, trying his best to deduce the traces of capturing the power of space. If they could not break the formation light curtain that sealed the sky and the earth, all of them would die here.
Looking up, the blood mist was floating between the sky and the earth, and the evil spirit was overflowing. The mountains and fields were filled with the pungent smell of blood. Mutilated corpses were laid out one after another. The bodies were either pierced or torn apart. No one was intact. .
In the end, the Shenzong elder still failed to break through the great formation that sealed the sky and the earth. Once again, the overwhelming shadows of Taoist treasures flew out of the Refining Palace. The area of 300 miles covered by the great formation fell into a dead silence.
Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, everyone was dead, and blood stained the ground red.
Ye Feng was stunned and frightened. After killing everyone, the phantoms of the Taoist treasures flew back to the Refining Palace, and the black dragon with a body of 100 feet also turned into a black light and continued to dormant in the Palace of Alien Beasts.
Ever since the broken-armed old man stretched out a finger to draw a silver-white light curtain to cover their bodies, the Taoist phantoms and black dragons couldn't sense their aura at all, and naturally they didn't attack them.
Buzz.
The formation palace trembled, and the gate of the palace opened wide. The formation light curtain covering a radius of more than 300 miles slowly collapsed, turning into little streams of light that cut through the sky and flew into it.
"The gang of brats from Daomen and Shenzong are being cautious. These guys came here to explore the way, and now they are all dead." The old man with a broken arm squinted his eyes. Even though so many people died, he didn't see anything. of fluctuations.
Ye Feng felt that this person should be an old antique who had lived for an unknown number of years. He had seen so many life and death events that he had become accustomed to them and had lost all sense of them.
Ye Feng himself has killed many people and seen many lives and deaths, but he has never experienced such a tragic scene. He sighed and sighed: "Hundreds of Martial Emperors, dozens of Martial Saints, more than a dozen Martial Lords, and one half-immortal." , and countless other warriors, all died like this..."
"What is there to sigh about such a trivial matter? It has been more than 30 million years since ancient times. Even if there is one immortal in ten thousand years, there will be at least more than 3,000. There are countless warriors in the Nine Yangs and Five Realms. There are so few people. If you die, you will die. If you are thrown into a sea of people, you won’t be able to survive,” the old man with a broken arm laughed and cursed heartlessly.
"Although your cultivation level is pitifully low, you and I have some kind of fate, and you are quite pleasing to the eye. Old man, I would like to remind you that if you want to climb high and see far, you must first take a long-term view, not be surprised by changes, and be patient. Being like a rock is the ambition that a strong martial artist should have. Those guys who are healthy and have nothing to say but sigh with emotion are unlikely to have any great achievements in their lives. If you have time to spare, it is better to meditate and practice. Maybe you will have an epiphany. Step into a higher realm," the old man said.
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then bowed solemnly and said, "Thank you, senior, for your advice."
As he spoke, he once again looked at the tragic scene of deathly silence and desolation, his emotions no longer wavered at all, and his heart was as solid as a rock.
Seeing that he understood what he meant so quickly, the old man smiled and said: "I will accept a treasure gourd from you, old man, and I will also save your life. We are even."
After hearing this, Ye Feng knew that this old man whose words and deeds were a bit ridiculous was going to leave. He cupped his hands and said, "How should I call my senior when I see him in the future?"
"Hey, let's talk about it later," the old man with a broken arm didn't say his name, and strode away directly. He took several steps, shrunk to an inch, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Looking at the back of the old man in the direction of leaving, Ye Feng just smiled, and then turned around and left this land of right and wrong.
Being calm in every situation, with a heart as solid as a rock, is a state in a big way, and a state of mind in a small way. It is easier said than done.
But Ye Feng didn't know why, he achieved this state and mentality very easily. He smiled narcissistically and said: "Maybe this is the temperament of the so-called martial arts master,"
When Ye Feng returned to Qizhou City, the city was in chaos, but the two holy places were surprisingly calm. It seemed that this result was expected.
As the old man with a broken arm of unknown origin said, this group of people was just exploring the path, and the immortal-level experts from the two holy places did not take action themselves.
If a martial immortal comes in person, the black dragon, which can only rival a half-immortal, will be surrendered on the spot.
Beings who have reached the immortal level in cultivation already shine with the sun and the moon in the heaven and earth, and have endless longevity. Naturally, they will not take action casually before they know the details of the nine palaces.
This kind of behavior is tantamount to fear of death. It seems that it is right to be cautious, but Ye Feng sneers at it.
If a strong martial artist loses the courage to move forward bravely and diligently, then his martial arts path will stop here.
It is true that becoming an immortal can lead to eternal life, but Ye Feng knows that there is a higher level than immortality.
Eternal life does not mean that you will not die. If you are killed by a more powerful existence, it will be in vain in the end.
Of course, Ye Feng also knew very well that just because he thought this way, it did not mean that others would think so. Some people finally cultivated to become immortals. Why would they risk their lives when they could enjoy an endless lifespan?
Half a month later, a blue stone tablet flew from the south, and a colorful palace flew from the east. Some people rumored that the immortal-level powerhouses from the two holy places were coming. This is the real big man standing at the top of the pyramid.
A group of people who explored the road died, but the two holy places still did not give up and made no move. In the next few days, many brave and powerful people went to the area where the nine ancient temples were located, but they all Don't dare to get too close there.
Some people picked up the Qiankun Bag from the area near the dead ancient palace, while others picked up Taoist treasures. For a time, countless jealous warriors swarmed away.
But after this trip, no one could come back. Ye Feng was more than 500 miles away, using the power of creation to focus his eyes on the past, and saw thousands of guys who wanted to find treasures from the corpses of those strong men. He was devoured by the black dragon that suddenly burst out from the Palace of Alien Beasts.
After the news came back, people were silent for a while, and their expressions changed after hearing it, but there were still people who were not afraid of death and sneaked over to get a few valuable treasures.
Every day, people in the area where the nine ancient temples are located fight each other for treasures, and the situation becomes more and more chaotic. However, the two holy places still do not make any moves, as if they are ready to give up.
It was not until a month later that a group of powerful men from Zhongzhou Xuanmen Holy Land came to Qizhou City. The three Holy Lands gathered together and planned to join forces to take out the immortal furnace from the Alchemy Palace.
This time, a large number of warriors still gathered together and followed behind the three major holy places. However, most of these people just came to watch the fun. More than three thousand people died, including many warriors, half of them. Who would dare to rush towards a being at the level of an immortal to die?
Even Ye Feng was the same. Last time, he was lucky. The old man with a broken arm came to protect him and even got a fairy-killing gourd of his. So this time, he only planned to watch from a distance and was not prepared to participate.
But the progress of things often backfired. Among the group of people in the Taoist Holy Land, Ye Feng saw Qing Yizi, who also looked at him at the same time, with a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Feng frowned. At this moment, the Taoist Holy Land was not only occupied by Martial Masters, but also by Martial Immortal-level figures. Even if he had the protection of Ming Lao, it would not help.
However, young disciples like Qing Yizi only play an insignificant role in the Taoist sect. Ye Feng saw the other party telling something to a middle-aged man from the Taoist sect very respectfully.
After a while, the middle-aged man from the Taoist sect looked towards Ye Feng.
Ming Lao's figure appeared next to Ye Feng, looking at the middle-aged man from the door with a solemn expression.
"I will not embarrass a junior because of the trivial matter of young people fighting. He was once a member of the Ye family in Qizhou City. He went to the Alchemy Palace a year ago, so I want to take him there," said the middle man of the Taoist sect. The young man looked at Ming Lao and said.
"My young master is only a Martial King, so he can't be of much help," Ming Lao said in a low and hoarse voice.
"It's not up to you, and it's not up to him. With your cultivation in the later stage of the Martial Saint, you can certainly stop me, but how can you stop the Martial Lord, or even the Immortal," the middle-aged man from the Taoist sect said with a sneer.
Qing Yizi originally thought that Ye Feng would turn pale with fear when faced with such a near-death incident, but he stared at Ye Feng for a long time, and the expression of this guy whom he regarded as his lifelong enemy did not change at all.
Don't be surprised by changes, be calm and calm, and have a heart as solid as a rock.
Ye Feng walked straight towards the middle-aged man from the Taoist sect, smiled and broke the deadlock, saying, "I'll just go with you."
"Ming Lao, Murong Yunxue and Lu Miaoshuang will take care of me," Ye Feng turned to Mr. Ming and said.
"Master, please be more careful and take care of yourself," Ming Lao smiled helplessly, and his figure rose into the sky and disappeared.
The middle-aged man from the Taoist sect smiled and nodded, saying: "Young man is quite courageous. Although it may not be useful to bring you with me, if you can come back alive, the matter of you killing my Taoist sect disciple will be wiped out."
Ye Feng nodded, turned to look at Qing Yizi, and said with a playful smile: "As a member of the Taoist Holy Land, Brother Qingyi should also go and contribute his meager contribution to the Taoist Sect."
Qing Yizi knew that Ye Feng said this because he wanted to use the provocation method to make him die with him. He smiled disapprovingly and said: "The elders did not arrange for me to go with you in this operation. Brother Ye should think about it." Can you come back alive?"
"If I can come back alive, Brother Qingyi will dare to take on my moves," Ye Feng said.
"Why don't you dare?" Qing Yizi said proudly with his hands behind his back.
"Haha, I'm afraid I accidentally beat brother Qingyi to death. What will I do?"
"You can come back alive and talk nonsense like this again," Qingyizi said with a smile.
Seeing the two juniors bickering here, the middle-aged man from that sect suddenly interjected and said: "Qing Yi is an outstanding disciple of my sect. If you can't catch even one of your moves, you can beat him to death." , my Taoist sect will never investigate,"
"Okay," Ye Feng said only one word, then laughed loudly and followed a group of people from the Taoist Holy Land to the location of the nine ancient temples.
The middle-aged man from the Taoist sect also glanced at Qing Yizi and said: "My master knows that you want to take this opportunity to let Ye Feng die in the ancient palace. There is nothing wrong with using unscrupulous means, but you have to remember that you are a Taoist sect." Disciple, no matter what you do, you must not lose the face of Taoist Holy Land,"
"Yes, Master, I will keep this in mind," Qingyizi quickly saluted respectfully.
The middle-aged man said nothing more, turned around and walked away.
Qing Yizi knew that the master had some opinions on him because of this matter, but he did not regret it. If he could let Ye Feng die in the ancient palace this time, he would have plenty of time and opportunity to re-establish his image in front of the master in the future. .
"Ye Feng, you should be dead this time," Qing Yizi's eyes flashed with a cold light and ferociousness,