Ye Feng felt the changes brought about by the sudden increase in his soul power.
Then he glanced at the frightened monster on the field, turned around and left.
Ye Feng is not interested at all in some miscellaneous fish soldiers.
At this moment, Ye Feng also discovered that the mark of luck hidden on his head, the purple-gold light on the purple-gold crown, had reached an extreme level and seemed to be about to evolve to the next level.
"It seems that the nine illusory demon lords and the Lord of Ten Thousand Tombs are indeed powerful beings in this extraterrestrial battlefield, and they have provided me with so much luck."
Ye Feng can feel that his Luck Crown is about to evolve towards the hundred-level Luck Crown!
This speed is simply extremely fast!
You know, it has only been more than a month since Ye Feng entered this extraterrestrial battlefield.
"This ancient tomb is indeed correct."
At this time, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.
The harvest this time was simply too huge.
He became the mastermind behind the scenes, promoting the war between the Phantom Demon and the Lord of Ten Thousand Tombs, and ultimately benefited.
Next, Ye Feng did not choose to leave the ancient tomb directly, but continued to lurk deeper into the ancient tomb.
Gu Jiankong and Zhou Chumu have not appeared so far. They must be looking for treasures in the deeper areas of the ancient tomb.
This time Ye Feng came out of the Wind God Alliance's shelter. In addition to looking for resources to strengthen himself, he also had an important task, which was to accumulate resources for the Wind God Alliance.
Only forces with strong foundations in this extraterrestrial battlefield have the confidence to attract other young geniuses to join.
Before Ye Feng entered the battlefield outside the territory, he heard what the old man in white who led them said.
In the war of hundreds of dynasties, you are very lucky to be able to become a king. Becoming a thousand emperors will definitely make you famous. If you become a hundred emperors, it will instantly shock the entire southern region.
As for the level of the Ten Saints, and the legendary luck of the One Emperor level, which is unique among ten thousand, they have never appeared at all.
But Shang once said that if he could become an emperor, then Shang could help himself, use his own emperor-level luck mark to trade the sky for the sun, and steal a trace of the power of heaven in this extraterrestrial battlefield.
The power of heaven is supreme, something that even the ancient emperors probably coveted.
So every time Ye Feng thinks about this, he yearns for the legendary emperor-level luck that no one can achieve.
Because for him, it was not only a supreme honor, but also a necessary condition for Shang to help him steal a trace of the power of heaven!
If you rely on your own efforts, even if you hunt monsters every day in the foreign battlefield for a year, you will not be able to accumulate the emperor-level luck that only exists in legends.
But now, with the method of contributing to luck that Big Yellow Dog told him, Ye Feng's originally silent heart was suddenly filled with a radiance of hope.
No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot achieve emperor-level luck by himself.
But what if it’s a group of people?
One thousand, ten thousand young geniuses, share their luck together and bless themselves!
Then there is definitely a glimmer of possibility to transcend everything and achieve the legendary emperor-level luck!
In order to achieve this goal, Ye Feng knew that the Fengshen Alliance must grow, and it must grow to a very strong level, so that it can accommodate thousands of geniuses and use the luck of ten thousand people for his own use!
This is a huge ambition and grand plan, which is hidden in Ye Feng's heart at this moment.
"Boom!"
Suddenly at this moment, there was a huge roar in the distance.
That roaring sound contained a very powerful energy fluctuation.
"At least those in the sixth level of the supernatural power realm can release energy fluctuations."
Ye Feng, who was walking somewhere in the ancient tomb, suddenly moved his eyes.
His soul power is now extremely sensitive. After becoming the Great Soul King, Ye Feng can even distinguish the subtle energy fluctuations coming from the air, thereby inferring the cultivation strength of his master.
"Maybe it's Gu Jiankong and Zhou Chumu. What happened to them?"
Ye Feng's eyes moved and he immediately galloped towards the direction where the roar came from.
That is the deepest area of the ancient tomb, where perhaps even more terrifying dangers lurk.
But now Ye Feng's strength has skyrocketed, and the skilled man is bold, so he rushed over without the slightest hesitation.
"I don't believe it. In such a big ancient tomb, a group of monsters live in it. There must be huge hidden treasures!"
Ye Feng's eyes were very determined, as if he would not give up until he found the treasure.