"Little benefactor, if we are destined to meet again, we will meet again. The name of the poor monk..."
The fat monk looked at the others with his evil eyes and shouted to Ye Feng.
Who wants to know your Dharma name?
Gritting his teeth, Ye Feng greeted all eight generations of the monk's ancestors in his heart, and immediately rushed to a deserted corner in the northeast.
Ye Feng was no longer in the mood to seize the treasure after being made such a fuss by him, and now he just wanted to avoid the god of plague.
Leaving everyone behind, Ye Feng flew twenty or thirty miles away, chose a deserted place, and began to sit cross-legged and practice.
The medicine he just swallowed took effect, and the majestic energy began to swim through his limbs and bones. He couldn't hold it down. Ye Feng felt that his body was about to explode, and even his pores were spraying out energy.
force.
"It's broken. I shouldn't have been angry with the bald donkey just now. I can't digest the power of these medicines at all. If this continues, as he said, I will burst myself."
After calming down, Ye Feng had a wry smile on his face. The three gourds were all filled with the best elixirs, and their grades reached the fifth level.
Although the effect of the elixir is worse than that of the inscription, I couldn't bear to take it in too much quantity. The fat monk's crow's mouth was right.
boom!
It didn't take long for him to feel that he could no longer hold on any longer. The power of dozens of pills acted out at the same time. It was as if a volcano was boiling inside his body. The power of the medicine stirred and released intense heat.
"ah!"
Ye Feng's face was flushed, and he ran towards the mountains. The breath he breathed out while running had a strong medicinal fragrance.
However, his strange behavior did not attract too many people's attention. Almost at the moment he took a step forward, an earth-shaking sound wave fell from the sky.
In the sky, the strong men of the three tribes and the demon power struck a deafening blow, and the sky was submerged by the vast rules, pouring down from the sky like a vast ocean.
Many people had no time to react, and their legs trembled under the pressure, and they were directly pressed to the ground.
More than a dozen strong men retreated out together, holding the rules in their hands and taking pictures of the center.
roar……
In the center of the battlefield, a hoarse roar sounded, and a huge demonic power spread outward.
"The three tribes have the upper hand, and the demonic power cannot last long."
"Hide far away to avoid misfortune."
"I wonder what the origin of that demonic power is..."
"..."
The warriors below rarely see such battle scenes. In comparison, the Void Realm and the King Realm are simply not worth mentioning.
But not everyone thinks so. Due to limitations in cultivation, Old Monster Xuan Shui, Silver Wing Demon King and others have withdrawn from the battle circle and are staring nervously in the air.
They can see some mysteries.
The demonic power appearing in the sky may be the remnant soul of the owner of the tomb. Perhaps it is because too many years have passed and the demonic power has lost its reason.
The strong men of the Feather Tribe and the Water Tribe did not hold back in their attacks and wanted to suppress the remaining souls. The Demon Tribe was different, they kept adjusting their strength and sometimes even prevented the Feather Tribe and the Water Tribe from making heavy blows.
The reason is simple.
If this tomb is really the Peacock Saint, then the remnant soul is obviously the Peacock Saint. If such a demon saint can be resurrected, the influence of the demon clan will increase by another level.
Such a scene is naturally something other races don’t want to see.
The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and the area was completely turned upside down. Rules were rampant in all directions, and no one was allowed to approach within a hundred miles of the battlefield.
Under the constant suppression of the strong men of the three tribes, the demon power gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the range it could cover gradually shrank, and in the end only about a hundred feet remained.
Feeling that the time has come, those strong men took action even more fiercely.
Stab...
Feeling that the opponent was invincible, the demonic power suddenly exerted force and tore a hole in the battle circle. The demonic light flashed and returned to the ancient hall like lightning.
Boom!
The next moment, the entire hall began to throb, and incomparable energy fluctuations suddenly erupted. Several colorful streams of light that were obviously more brilliant than the original gold and silver light pierced the dome and flew towards the surroundings.
"Shengwei!"
"Among them... there are holy soldiers..."
Screams came from all directions, and even many strong men from the three tribes were stunned.
The seven-colored stream of light contained several extremely terrifying auras, just like the pressure emanating from the holy soldiers.
"It's really...a great treasure, and a holy weapon is actually born."
An old man from the Shui Tribe was so surprised that he stretched out his hand to grab it from the air. However, before the sleeves of his robe could get closer, he was shaken by the vast force and fell a few steps away.
"This is the property of our great sage, how can it fall into the hands of outsiders?"
How could the Monster Clan just sit back and watch the Holy Soldier be taken away by the Shui Clan? Someone turned their backs on the spot.
"fart!"
"Even if the owner of this tomb is some kind of Peacock Saint, he has been dead for who knows how many years. His relics are naturally ownerless, and anyone who sees them has a share. Hundreds of people from my Shui Tribe died here, and a holy weapon, but
We can't recover the loss." The old man from the Shui Tribe sneered.
Relying on the large number of people on his side, he broke through the obstruction of the demon masters and continued to attack the holy soldiers in the air.
While they were fighting for it, several powerful men from the Feather Tribe had already taken action, surrounding the Holy Soldier Liuguang, and were thinking of ways to capture it.
Unlike earth-level and heaven-level spiritual weapons, holy weapons are extremely rare and cannot be possessed by ordinary holy realms.
The holy weapon that just flew out was obviously different. It should be a treasure refined by the Peacock Saint. After flying out, it released a rumbling pressure that made these powerful men excited.
Everyone took action without any scruples. Facing a treasure of this level, the king-level warriors could only look at it. With their cultivation, intercepting the holy weapon was tantamount to committing suicide.
"I wonder if Brother Bai and the Lord of Star City will fight for it, those are... holy soldiers!"
In the distance, Ye Feng ran fast with red eyes, while looking up to the sky and letting out a helpless sigh.
Naturally, he also wants to own a holy weapon. After entering the second level of King Realm, theoretically, he can inspire some of the power of the holy weapon.
Having such a treasure as a safeguard may save your life at critical moments.
However, Ye Feng was too busy taking care of himself right now, and running around to vent his anger could only make him feel slightly better, but did not consume enough of the medicine.
"Hahaha, holy weapons are treasures. If they are scattered everywhere, they may hurt people. Even if they can't hurt people, it's not good to hurt those flowers and plants. Let Buddha do a good deed and collect them."
When passing over a mountain, Ye Feng saw the fat monk appear again.
He twisted his body, nimbly passed through one master after another, and chased after the stream of light in the sky.
Under the leadership of the fat monk, the strong men of all races risked their lives and rushed forward desperately, chasing the divine flower that filled the sky.