Yang Feng raised his head and looked at the tiny spot of light not far away, with a hint of indifference in his eyes. The sword flashed past the broken sword and was placed on Hao's neck.
"You think I won't kill you?"
Feeling the coldness on his neck, Hao's expression froze and he stammered: "What do you mean?"
"Time will fall into chaos in the space rift. Do you think this little trick can be hidden from my eyes?"
After listening to Yang Feng's words, Hao trembled, turned around and ran towards the light spot. At the same time, the space passage behind Yang Feng began to collapse, leaving Yang Feng with the only choice left to rush into the light spot in front of him or fall into the endless darkness.
forever lost in space.
"You can't run away."
Yang Feng did not take action to kill the escaping Hao, but just ejected a sword energy and attached it to Hao's body, and then rushed into the light spot together.
In the desolate wilderness, a monument whose original appearance has been obscured by the wind and sand erosion of the years is hidden in the blowing sand.
Yang Feng frowned, and the sword energy attached to Hao's body pointed at the ancient ruins in front of him.
In the space passage, Yang Feng noticed that Hao had used the time chaos to silently change the path forward. However, at that time, the space passage had begun to collapse. No matter where the exit of the space passage was, he could only rush out, otherwise he would be lost in the space.
He would never be able to escape from the turbulent flow.
Since this is the territory of the ancient tribe, Yang Feng needs a guide. Hao actually deceived him to come here. He must know the weirdness here. Following him can avoid many dangers. This is why Yang Feng did not kill him.
"This monument is dangerous."
Just getting close to the ancient ruins, Yang Feng felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards his face. In addition, Yang Feng also sensed an aura that did not belong to the mountain and sea world, the ancient god believed in by the ancient tribe!
"Are you trying to use the power left by the ancient gods to suppress me?"
Yang Feng murmured to himself, there was no breath of living people in the ancient ruins, the overwhelming aura that permeated the air was purely residual, which was why Yang Feng dared to stay here.
If the ancient god was here, Yang Feng would immediately choose to run away. At his peak, he might have been able to challenge the ancient god, but now he would run as far as he could as long as he noticed the ancient god.
"What on earth is he going to do?"
Yang Feng frowned. After waiting for a long time, he could not feel the breath of life in the ancient ruins. There were only signs of Hao's activities in the ancient ruins.
Yang Feng decided not to waste time here. Being delayed here might be Hao's purpose.
The moment he stepped into the ancient ruins, Yang Feng felt a numbness in his body, and an inexplicable force circulated in his body. The moment the three sword embryos were about to dispel this external force, they were sealed, and the sea of qi was also blocked.
This power was frozen, and Yang Feng's cultivation was blocked just after he stepped into the historic site.
"No wonder he brought me to this place."
The ancient ruins have the power to suppress the vitality and true intention. The ancient tribes themselves practice in the physical body. Practitioners without vitality and true intention will only be killed instantly when facing the ancient tribe.
However, Hao obviously miscalculated. Even without Qi Hai and true intention, Yang Feng's sword skills were enough to suppress Hao.
Now that he knew Hao's plan, Yang Feng quickly passed through the passage and chased Hao with his senses.
In a dark passage in the ancient ruins, Hao gasped and looked around cautiously. Although the ancient ruins could deprive others of their Qihai and true meaning, the oppression Yang Feng brought to him was too strong, and the biting sword intent
Like a thorn in the back, he couldn't feel at ease until Yang Feng died.
"who!"
Suddenly Hao's expression changed, and he subconsciously hid to the side. The next moment, an earth-yellow broken sword pierced the wall clock, and Yang Fenghan stood in front of him with a stern face.
"You weren't affected?"
Hao stared at Yang Feng with wide eyes. It was one thing that he was afraid of Yang Feng, but he was still greatly stimulated when he saw that Yang Feng was not affected by the ancient ruins.
Yang Feng didn't respond to him. He broke the sword in his hand and swiped it violently. The sharp edge brushed against the tip of Hao's nose, and Hao's hair instantly stood up.
"Break!"
The sword edge turned and slashed down in the air. Hao could only roll on the ground in embarrassment. Yang Feng's attack was too fast, and the sword edge was erratic like a shadow, giving him no chance to breathe.
"Do you really think I'm made of clay?"
Hao roared angrily, put his hands on the ground, and kicked Yang Feng's hand, thus interrupting Broken Sword's offensive.
The pure physical practitioners of the ancient tribe were really abnormal. Even Yang Feng felt numbness in his wrists with this kick. Hao seized the opportunity and turned over to lean against the wall and stand up.
His vitality and true meaning have also been sealed!
After just one fight, Hao Hao discovered the clues. If Yang Feng could use his sword intention, he would have died countless times by the sudden attack just now.
Yang Feng shook his hand to relieve the soreness and numbness in his hand.
I originally wanted to take advantage of Hao's fear of him and kill him suddenly, but I didn't expect that his reaction was too fast.
"Without vitality and true meaning, you are dead!"
A coldness flashed in Hao's eyes, and he kicked his feet on the ground with huge momentum and rushed towards Yang Feng.
"clang!"
The broken sword was placed across his chest to block Hao's heavy blow. Feeling the counterattack force from the broken sword last time, Yang Feng frowned and stepped back. He twisted the broken sword and used the edge of the sword to send Hao's blow flying.
He was forced to retreat with a kick, and then he struck down with a sword.
"Meager strength!"
Since it is not the edge of a sword, but just the body of a sword, Brute Force Hao is very confident that his brute strength is far superior to that of Yang Feng.
Yang Feng showed a smile when he saw Hao raising his hand and punching the sword with a hard steel blade.
"wrong!"
Seeing Yang Feng's smile, Hao's expression changed drastically, and it was too late to withdraw his fists.
"Bang!"
Hao, who was fully confident of his own strength, was directly knocked into the ground by the sword, and the surrounding ground instantly shattered. The power of this blow was completely beyond Hao's imagination.
Yang Feng looked at Hao with a sneer. He couldn't match Hao in terms of physical strength, but in terms of skill, Hao couldn't even compare to him. The power of the sword was not his, but Hao's every time he hit the broken sword.
A part of his power will be dispersed by him and retained on the broken sword. The accumulated power will be poured out at once. Even if Hao is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, his bones will be broken.
When the dust settled, only Hao's head was exposed on the ground. The bronze floor tiles were broken into more than a dozen pieces, and eight cracks spread and opened a hole in the wall.
Yang Feng placed the broken sword on Hao's shoulder and said coldly: "Tell me where this is and how to get out of here."
Since Hao brought himself here, there must be a way out.
Hao, who was stunned by Yang Feng's sword, responded in vague words: "This is the ruins of the ancient gods. You will never be able to leave here in your life. Only the blood of the ancient clan can enter and exit freely!"
"Oh? Then it's useless for me to keep you."
After saying that, Yang Feng was about to kill Hao with his sword. Feeling the breath of death, Hao suddenly woke up from his dazed state. Seeing that the sword was about to fall on his head, Hao suddenly shouted: "I have a way to make you
leave!"
"Hang!"
The broken sword stopped just a hair above Hao's head. The blade that circled around the broken sword cut a gap in Hao's head. Blood gurgled out from the gap. It looked extremely scary, but for Hao like this
In terms of physical training, it is just an extra scar on the head and will not harm your life.
"If you lie to me again, this sword will definitely kill you."
Yang Feng put away the broken sword. After seeing his own terror, Hao would definitely stop playing tricks on him as long as he didn't have a brain problem. The absolute strength gap gave him no chance to resist. His only choice was to kill himself
Take it to the ancient tribe's land and let the strong men of the ancient tribe take action.
While the two were talking, the darkness beneath the monument was torn apart by bright red, and the flickering faint red light seemed to indicate that something big was about to happen at the monument.
…
"What's the way to leave?"
Yang Feng looked at Hao who was leaning against the wall and panting and asked coldly.
"Every hundred years, warriors from our ancient tribe will enter the ancient ruins. During that time, the restrictions on the ancient ruins are inactive. Even people who are not from our ancient tribe can enter and exit the ancient ruins."
"Failure? What's the reason?"
Yang Feng didn't believe that the ancient tribe could just watch problems arise in ancient monuments without exploring the reasons.
Hao hesitated for a long time before saying calmly: "There is an alternative force in the ancient ruins that corrodes the legacy of the ancient gods. Every hundred years, this force will breed disgusting monsters and temporarily break the restrictions left by the ancient gods, allowing those monsters to attack
There is a world outside, and all we can do is come in and eliminate monsters once every hundred years."
Yang Feng frowned and pondered for a long time before continuing to ask: "Have you not found the source of that power? It can exist in ancient ruins for such a long time, and it can also corrode the legacy of ancient gods. It is definitely not rootless duckweed. There should be a medium in the ancient ruins.
Continuously breed or transmit this power."
It's not that Yang Feng suddenly had kind thoughts and planned to help the ancient tribe, it's just that because of the cold lips and teeth, there is a high probability that the creatures that can erode the power of the ancient gods are chaotic creatures. If the monsters derived from them destroy the ancient tribe, the unlucky ones will be ordinary people and a witch.
The demon was already too much for him to deal with, and he couldn't handle one more person who disrupted the situation.
Hao's eyes became slightly kinder when he looked at Yang Feng, and he sighed helplessly: "The clan leader also said the same, but we searched the entire ancient god ruins and found nothing suspicious. The power seemed to appear out of thin air.
, without a trace, difficult to trace the source.”
"That's a question you ancient people should think about. How long is it until the hundred years?"
It would be nice to have a reminder. Yang Feng doesn't have the habit of being a coolie. I'm afraid it won't be possible to search. At least the underground ancient clan definitely didn't search. They lack the means of exploration because of their pure physical cultivation. Unlike ordinary practitioners who are surrounded by realms.
The range can be explored clearly whether it is in the sky or underground. If the source of alternative power comes from underground, it will be difficult for the ancient tribe to find the source.
"snort!"
Hao snorted coldly, and his cold expression that had softened once again condensed.
"These two days are the 100-day period. If you want to leave here, this is the chance. Otherwise, the next chance to leave will be a hundred years later."
Yang Feng ignored Hao and looked thoughtfully at the dark passage behind him. He didn't know why he always felt like a thorn in his back, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the passage.