Chapter 212: Is this the strength of the destiny's successor?
"What, it's actually the Black Evil Universe Bag!"
"That's a spiritual-level magic weapon. Could it be that Ye Feng was directly suppressed?"
"I heard that this spiritual treasure was given to Po Jun by the sect leader!"
"It's over, it's completely over, Ye Feng is dead!"
"The Black Evil Universe Bag is a very terrifying magic weapon. Not only is it extremely strong, it cannot be torn apart by any weapon or Qigong. More importantly, it contains extremely heavy Tiangang Evil Qi, and there are also calamities and disasters, which are the consequences of natural disasters.
, can corrode all existence, even if Ye Feng has three heads and six arms, he will definitely be doomed!"
For a moment, seeing Ye Feng being suppressed by the Black Evil Qiankun Bag, many disciples thought that Ye Feng was in serious danger. Even Mo Qingcheng, Shiba and the others who had heard the news and rushed here had solemn and worried expressions on their faces...
Liu Shiba, in particular, yelled and wanted to go up to help, but was blocked by Elder Wang. With Shiba's current strength, he would only die if he went up to help.
Zhang Wanru, who was on the side, frowned. She didn't think Ye Feng could break free from the Black Evil Universe Bag, but she felt that everything went too smoothly.
Ye Feng couldn't be suppressed so easily, it was weird.
However, Po Jun didn't think so.
He is very confident in his own strength.
He just took action, suppressed it with one move, and also released his spiritual magic weapon, just to show many disciples that Ye Feng could not make a move in front of him and what would happen to him in the end.
"As long as you enter the Heisha Qiankun Bag, no one can come out. Humph, you go against me and don't even look at what you are. Just enjoy the taste inside, haha!"
Po Jun was very happy and was about to collect the Qiankun bag when suddenly a strange scene happened.
At this time, the indestructible Qiankun Bag suddenly expanded, like a big balloon, ready to explode at any time.
No one knew what was going on inside, but they just guessed that Ye Feng might be struggling to his death, but this was a spiritual-level magic weapon. For everyone, no matter how much Ye Feng resisted, it was impossible to escape.
"Is this really the case?"
Zhang Wanru asked herself, her eyes fixed on the Qiankun bag.
The next moment, something unexpected happened.
I saw that under everyone's sight, the so-called spiritual magic weapon actually bloomed with white light at this moment, as if the inside was torn apart by sword energy, which was dazzling.
Everyone's expressions changed, as they had a premonition of something.
Tear la la la... Immediately afterwards, the Heisha Qiankun bag actually cracked open at this moment and exploded with crackles.
In an instant, countless fragments were blown up in all directions, confusing everyone's eyes.
Whoosh whoosh... I saw that under the gazes of thousands of people, flying swords were torn directly out of the Qiankun Bag, like a sea of thunder swords, densely packed, traveling through the void.
Eighteen, Elder Wang and others were all shocked by the scene before them.
There are so many flying swords, what kind of control is required to control them.
Moreover, it also destroyed spiritual-level magic weapons. Many people have practiced so far, but they have never seen anyone who can destroy spiritual-level magic weapons.
I saw a figure appearing in the center of these flying swords.
His expression was cold and aloof, his eyes were as calm as the abyss, and he stepped out into the void at his feet.
boom.
In an instant, the dense flying swords rushed directly towards the broken army, as if they were ordered to do so.
"No, it's not true, it's not true!"
Watching the flying sword tear towards him.
Po Jun couldn't believe this scene was real.
It was clear that Ye Feng had been suppressed just now, but how could he break out of the prison in the blink of an eye and destroy his spiritual treasure?
"Damn it, damn it!"
At this moment, Po Jun's expression was extremely ugly. For a genius like him, a single move that did not suppress Ye Feng was a naked insult, let alone Ye Feng's situation reversal and attack him.
However, the sea of swords made him feel too uneasy, so he subconsciously used the Nine Thunder Defense, and the nine-colored divine thunder surrounded him, wrapping him up and protecting him.
This was a qigong he was proud of, and he thought Ye Feng couldn't break it.
However, he never expected that when the sword sea came into contact with the nine-color divine thunder, his defense collapsed instantly.
Thousands of flying swords tore directly into his body, dense wounds appeared, and blood spurted out, turning him into a bloody man.
Ye Feng's figure flashed, and under everyone's stunned gaze, he instantly came to Po Jun, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up.
And Po Jun... was actually powerless to resist.
Everyone looked at this scene, their minds went blank.
Ye Feng actually... subdued Po Jun.
They never dared to think about it before, but now it has become a reality.
Oh my God, what happened to this world.
Po Jun is the heir of destiny, the strongest disciple of the sect, why was he subdued by Ye Feng?
"This bastard has made me worry for nothing again!"
Seeing Ye Feng standing there with Pojun in hand, Mo Qingcheng had a momentary trance in his eyes.
She was not optimistic about Ye Feng being Po Jun's opponent before, but she didn't expect that within a day of the end of Daluo's destiny, Ye Feng would subdue Po Jun.
The changes before and after made her understand that she had underestimated Ye Feng again.
However, compared to Mo Qingcheng, Po Jun, who was being pinched by Ye Feng at this moment, was even more unexpected.
I am at the eighth level of the Nine-Star Secret Realm, but I am so fragile in front of Ye Feng. At this moment, Ye Feng pinches my neck. I feel like a chicken. I am so incompetent and weak, and I am suffering from humiliation under everyone's eyes.
How much he believed that all of this was fake, but how could the pain on his body be fake?
"You want to kill me with a mere spiritual level magic weapon. You are overestimating your capabilities!"
Ye Feng pinched Ye Feng with one hand and looked at the people around him with indifference in his eyes and sarcasm in his tone: "Did you see that this is the successor of destiny? This is the pride in your hearts. Today, you were defeated by me.
You didn’t even expect it!”
Anyone who knows me well knows that I, Ye Feng, am not a man of faith and I will kill anyone who dares to kill me. Anyone who dares to mess with me will not end well!"
He looked at Po Jun struggling in his hands, smiled coldly and said: "But I won't kill you today, because that would be too advantageous for you. A genius like you can only experience being ridiculed by others if you are kept alive.
, the taste of insult, of course, I can't let you go, give you a slap, so that you will know in the future what is the price of looking down upon others!"
Saying that, Ye Feng raised his palm and slapped Po Jun.
"stop!"
Just at the critical moment.
An old voice appeared in Ye Feng's mind.
This sound cannot be heard by outsiders, only Ye Feng can hear it.
"Ye Feng, let him go. You have defeated Po Jun in front of all the disciples. This is even more uncomfortable than killing him. Now if you do this again, you are nakedly humiliating him. This will make him miserable in front of all the disciples."
The sect leader has lost face, do you know what this means?"
After Ye Feng heard this voice, he immediately identified who it could be, the core elder, Tian Henzi.