The door of the Alchemy Palace was blasted to pieces by three martial immortals. Everyone couldn't help but curiously looked inside the palace. They saw the colorful glow flashing and flowing, full of mystery.
Except for the three martial immortals, everyone else was suppressed and banned in terms of cultivation and soul.
"You guys wait outside," the Xuanmen martial arts immortal said in a cold voice.
"At this point, these people can't help much anymore," the Martial Immortal of Shenzong also said slowly.
"Then let's go in. Whoever gets the Immortal Furnace will depend on his or her ability." The Taoist Martial Immortal's body was covered with green light and he stepped into the Alchemy Palace.
Not to be outdone, the two martial immortals from Xuanmen and Shenzong also flashed into the depths of the Alchemy Palace.
In the open space in front of the Alchemy Palace, the powerful men from the three holy places looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces. It was obvious that there was nothing wrong with this group of people.
"Young man, you can go and die,"
At this moment, Yu Feng suddenly took action and slapped the Tianling Cap on the head of Ye Feng beside him.
"Finally couldn't help but take action?"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand to block the palm, and kicked out with lightning speed. With a bang, he kicked the usually aloof Martial Saint strongman away.
The other powerful men in the Dao Sect Holy Land all raised their eyes and looked here, their faces full of surprise and confusion at the same time.
"You had no intention of letting me go back alive from the beginning. As a strong and powerful Martial Saint, you deliberately planned to murder me, a junior in the Martial King realm. This is the so-called face of your Taoist Holy Land,"
Ye Feng had a sneer on his lips, and slowly lowered his kicking leg, and said with a sneer: "A strong Martial Saint is nothing more than that, and his physical body is not as good as that of a Martial King like me."
Yu Feng was kicked by Ye Feng and flew more than ten meters away. He struggled to get up. His eyes were cold. As a strong Martial Saint, he was humiliated by a junior, which made him feel that his lungs were about to explode.
However, Yu Feng did not lose his mind. His cultivation soul was suppressed and banned, preventing him from using his Tao power to display his magical powers. However, as a strong martial artist, even if he did not major in physical cultivation, his physical body was definitely not that of a martial king. Comparable.
Sensing that the eyes of the other powerful men in the three holy places had noticed the movement here, Ye Feng knew that this matter was not good, so he simply smashed the jar, hooked his fingers, and said with a sarcastic look: "If you are not convinced, then don't do it again. Come,"
Many powerful men in the three holy places frowned, feeling that this sharp-edged young man was arrogant and had no bounds.
Everyone in the Taoist Holy Land also knows Ye Feng's origins, and they also know that Yu Feng brought him here with the intention of letting this young man die here.
However, they had no intention of taking action. People from Shenzong and Xuanmen were watching from the side. If word spread that they took action to besiege a young man, they would be ridiculed by everyone in the world.
Yu Feng strode over. He had been too careless just now because the opponent was only a King of Martial Arts, so that he had lost all face. His heart was filled with suppressed anger and murderous intent, and his eyes shot out a frightening light.
"I didn't expect that I, a little Martial King, would have the opportunity to severely beat the powerful Martial Saint who is above me. Is there anything more satisfying in the world than this?" Ye Feng smiled brightly.
"You little bastard, go to hell," Yu Feng revealed his murderous intent and punched Ye Feng hard on the head.
"After all, he is also a strong Martial Saint, but his speed is too slow," Ye Feng said with a mocking smile on his lips. He reached out and grabbed the opponent's fist, squeezed hard, and the crackling sound of broken finger bones could be heard. Swing out.
The severe pain caused Yu Feng, a strong martial artist, to distort his face, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Bang,"
Ye Feng kicked out again, so fast that Yu Feng on the opposite side couldn't react at all. He flew backwards and his chest was sunken in the shape of a footprint.
Yu Feng was shocked and angry. It was hard to believe that the physique of a mighty martial saint was not as good as that of a martial king.
Cultivation of qi, body, and spirit. Taoism's exercises focus on cultivating qi, and the physical body is not good at it.
Ye Feng walked towards Yu Feng with a smile on his lips and said, "If I twist off the head of a strong martial artist, I don't know what it will feel like."
"That's enough," a martial master from the Taoist sect shouted coldly, stared at Ye Feng, and said, "Young man, I advise you to stop in moderation."
Ye Feng sneered and said: "Is this enough? If I don't kill him today, he will definitely kill me if there is a chance. Why should I stop?"
"Are you going to be an enemy of our Dao Sect Holy Land?" Dao Sect Martial Lord showed murderous intent on his face.
"What a big hat. You are all ready to kill me anyway, so I'll make enough money by killing one, and make a profit by killing two," Ye Feng sneered and continued to walk forward.
"presumptuous,"
"act recklessly,"
Several powerful men from Taoist sects jumped out and rushed towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's expression did not change, he slowly opened his palms, and the Purple Thunder Sword appeared in his hands. The sword light swept across, and a head flew up.
Seeing a companion being killed by Ye Feng, not only the people from the Taoist sect, but also those from the Shenzong and Xuanmen all changed their colors.
Several more powerful men from the Taoist sect came out and took out weapons from the Qiankun Bag, all with murderous intent.
Ye Feng ran as fast as flying and moved as fast as a meteor. The Purple Thunder Sword broke in his hands. After all, it was only a spiritual treasure and could not be compared with the Taoist weapons in the hands of those powerful Taoists.
"Pfft,"
The arm of a strong Taoist man was torn off by him. A long knife with cold light in the opponent's hand was snatched away by Ye Feng, and he slashed it with his backhand, splitting the charging figure in half, causing blood to spurt out.
In just a few moments, seven or eight Taoist masters were killed by Ye Feng. Each of them was a powerful Martial Saint master in the Southern Wilderness. Shocking blood flowed all over the ground, and everyone's expressions froze.
"This is really the body of King Wu. How can it be so arrogant?"
Ye Feng's performance completely broke the inherent perceptions of these martial arts experts from the Three Holy Lands.
"Bang,"
Ye Feng punched out, smashing the chest of a Taoist strongman until his flesh and blood were bloody. The terrifying brute force of his body directly caused the strongman to fly backwards. His body was torn apart in mid-air, and blood was spilled wildly.
Ye Feng completely let go of his hands and feet, knowing very well that he and the Taoist Holy Land were fighting to the death, so he simply kept doing nothing and killing as many as he could.
"Qiang,"
The powerful martial artist named Zhou Handing from the Taoist Holy Land held a long sword and knocked Ye Feng back half a step, his face became terrifyingly gloomy.
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart trembled. This powerful warrior was extraordinary. Although his cultivation soul was suppressed, his physical body was also very tyrannical.
"It's really unbelievable," Zhou Hanting stared at Ye Feng with a gloomy face and said, "Even in the Northern Cambrian Holy Mountain, which specializes in the physical body, no one can have such a powerful body as yours in the realm of King Wu. Just speaking of the physical body, Your physique is equivalent to that of a Half-step Martial Emperor who majors in the physical body,"
"I, a little Wu King without any background, have never thought of being an enemy of your Taoist Holy Land. Qing Yizi was no match for me in Luangu Pagoda. After he came out, he tried to kill me everywhere, even your Taoist disciples. The strong martial artist shamelessly wants to kill me, so I can only resist if I don't want to die," Ye Feng stared at the strong martial artist with a long knife dripping with blood in both hands.
Ye Feng is not afraid of Zhou Hanting, but is afraid that there is a silent semi-immortal strongman in the Taoist Holy Land.
"You have killed so many martial saints in our Taoist Holy Land. No matter whether it is right or wrong, it is impossible to just let it go." Zhou Hanting looked at Ye Feng and suddenly said: "If you are willing to join the Taoist Holy Land, I can accept you. As a disciple, naturally no one will hold you accountable for your faults."
Ye Feng's face was expressionless, knowing very well that if he didn't agree, these Zidaomen strong men would definitely kill him here regardless of the consequences.
"boom,"
At this moment, the Alchemy Palace shook violently, and then the entire palace suddenly exploded. Everyone felt unstable and the earth was shaking.
"Rumble..."
After the alchemy palace exploded, a terrifying hot breath filled the air that made people feel like their souls would be burned to ashes. Rolling flames surged out, filled with the breath of destroying all things.
"It's the fire of immortality,"
"Everyone, retreat quickly. If there is even a trace of this kind of flame, even a semi-immortal immortal will lose his skin."
Everyone exclaimed with horrified expressions on their faces. Ye Feng jumped from the highest point of the Alchemy Palace without saying a word.
Waves of screams came one after another. Many of the three powerful men from the Holy Land who had suppressed their cultivation and soul were unable to react in time. They were swept away by the fire of the immortal way and turned into ashes in an instant.
"roar,"
The black dragon soul in the Alien Beast Palace rushed out, opened its mouth and sucked in, and swallowed more than a dozen strong men who jumped down with Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was complaining in his heart, feeling that he was going to die here nine out of ten times. He had been through life and death several times in the past year, but he had never felt so desperate and powerless to fight like this time today.
Fortunately, the Black Dragon Soul didn't seem to be interested in such a little Martial King like him. The scarlet dragon eyes just glanced at him and ignored him, devouring many Martial Saints and Martial Lords from the three holy places.
"Bang,"
Ye Feng's body hit the ground hard. With his strong body, the impact force was nothing.
He climbed up as quickly as possible, then swung his legs and fled away into the distance like flying.
The martial masters and demi-immortals whose cultivation and soul had been suppressed by the Shentong Palace were unable to resist the ferocious black dragon soul. In just a few moments, they were all devoured.
Ye Feng took advantage of this opportunity and escaped for more than ten miles like flying.
"boom,"
Suddenly, a pressure as majestic as a mountain suddenly came down, and the black dragon suddenly chased him, stretched out a dragon claw, and pressed him to the ground.
"A pitifully weak ant, where else do you want to escape?" Heilong mouthed human words, showing a trace of ridicule.
Ye Feng struggled hard, but couldn't break free from the suppression of the dragon's claws. Facing this semi-immortal existence, he was indeed like an ant.
Just when Ye Feng was desperate, a big dry hand suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed the hundred-foot-long black dragon spirit.
"roar,"
The black dragon raised its head and roared, and the surrounding space continued to shatter, with terrifying power.
"Grandma, you little loach is so disobedient," a laugh came from the sky, and then the big withered hand grabbed the black dragon spirit and retracted into the sky, disappearing.
Ye Feng, who had survived the disaster, was dumbfounded, because the voice just now was very familiar. It was the old man with the broken arm who had tricked him into killing the Immortal Gourd.