The Saint King level powerhouse is already very terrifying, but ahead, in the direction where Zi Mo Chanzi is escaping, there are even stronger ones chasing him from that area?
Chu Feng's expression suddenly darkened.
"Who is it? Another holy king?" He pondered for a moment and asked.
"No."
The remnant soul of the saint shook his head, "It is a great saint, but it is very strange and incredibly powerful. Several great saints rushed out with Mo Chanzi one after another, but in an instant, they were suppressed. They were no less powerful than a saint king.
oppression!”
He spoke, his tone was very low and concise, and he was obviously very shocked by the scene he had captured before.
A great sage, comparable to a holy king.
It is definitely not simple for a person like Mo Chanzi to escape even if he escapes, and is willing to live in the dust.
"Aren't the Nether Clan very good friends with Mo Chan? Mo Chanzi also said that they were protecting each other, so why did he run away!" Luo Yu spoke from the world inside his body.
"The devil knows."
"Do you dare to believe what he said?" Chu Feng's expression changed slightly. Standing on the top of a mountain, he fell into deep thought.
Behind him, the Imperial Formation was roaring. The Saint King-level strongman waved the Imperial Formation and soared into the sky, killing all the powerful ones. A strong Saint-like figure fell, exploded, and was difficult to contend with. In just a few breaths, it was already
All will perish.
"What should I do now?" Luo Yu asked worriedly. He walked out of the world inside his body. On his body, the feather scriptures were flashing. "Although my realm is not high, I can also burst out briefly. I hope I can get out."
At this time, even if he was hiding in the world inside his body and Chu Feng died, he would be unable to escape.
Instead of hiding, go all out.
"Let's move forward."
"There is a Holy King sitting behind him. He is the Holy King after all, and the Great Sage, no matter how powerful he is, is only the Great Sage."
"Relatively speaking, the chances are greater."
Chu Feng made a decision. He glanced at Mo Chanzi's body. The ancient temple was glowing. The two of them were blessing the power of Mo Chan. With their cultivation, they could only activate it once again.
"Rush over."
"We take the initiative and intercept them halfway. It would be better if we can kill them on the spot. But if that doesn't work, just killing them out is enough!"
Chu Feng said in a deep voice.
"Okay." The remnant soul of the saint nodded.
At this time, Chu Feng's eyes flashed and he looked at Luo Yu.
"What's wrong?" Sensing Chu Feng's gaze, Luo Yu was startled.
now.
In the black mountains and rivers dozens of miles away from this area.
Several saints and strong men were shattered in the air. Waves of energy surged. They were all filled with unwillingness. It was a handsome young man in gray clothes.
With long hair flying, he was wearing gray clothes, and black blood was surging on his body.
Like a young emperor, he moved his hands and feet with a vast aura, and an ancient Chinese character was carved between his eyebrows.
"Emperor, Mingyang has fallen, and the Wind Saint King has taken action. That area will be washed with blood. However, this group of people is indeed strange enough. They were able to open the imperial formation, and some people escaped!"
Behind the gray-clothed young man, a master from the Underworld clan wearing battle armor spoke out, looking very respectful.
This young man is none other than Ming Feichen, the most powerful person of this generation in the Ming clan, a genius with the blood of the emperor who returned to his ancestors.
"It's just that there were some accidents. After all, when Mingyang falls, he must encounter an extremely powerful enemy. In this case, I can't blame him!"
Ming Feichen responded calmly.
His tone was calm, without any sense of killing, but his strikes were sharp and decisive.
Qi and blood surged, the emperor's light shot into the sky, and he raised his hand to kill the mighty Great Sage!
"Let's go!"
When this group of escaping saints were wiped out, Ming Feichen set off again, "Previously, I seemed to feel the aura of the Demon Zen lineage!"
His eyes flashed, and murderous intent surged, "The Demon Zen lineage remains in the black torrent, borrowing the power of our clan, and eking out an ignoble existence. Every time it revives, many people in our clan will perish. This kind of orthodoxy has long ago
They should all be killed!"
"If Mo Chan doesn't die, I, the Nether Clan, will be in trouble!"
"Even if we don't pursue these escaped people, the people of Mochan's lineage should still be killed!"
Ming Feichen said indifferently.
"yes!"
Next to him, the master of the Underworld clan who followed also had a murderous look on his face and nodded coldly.
The Demon Zen lineage hides in the world of black torrent and survives for as long as the Nether Clan. However, they act extremely excessively and often wake up. Any disciples of the Nether Clan who fall into the area where they are are either dead or injured.
The key is that this orthodoxy is guarded by imperial soldiers.
Hiding itself, it is basically impossible to capture traces unless revived.
The Demon Zen lineage is very cautious. Whenever they wake up and sense an existence higher than their own realm, they will fall silent again and never let themselves fall into a trap.
Therefore.
The powerful men of the Nether Clan hate the Demon Zen lineage extremely.
Ming Feichen stepped into the void, and in an instant, he was dozens of miles away again.
His figure flickered, and the word "Ming" between his eyebrows burst out with a strange luster. Suddenly, his eyes moved and he looked towards one of the mountains.
"Hidden aura, hiding here? The level of cultivation of the Demon Zen lineage is too unique. Can it be hidden from the perception of this emperor?"
His expression darkened, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face. Seeing this, the masters of the Nether Race behind him set off together and rushed towards the mountains.
Buzz!
Above the bodies of the two people, black air waves surged like the sea. If they moved, they would be struck by thunder, killing them directly.
However.
When the killing blow rushed into the mountains and rivers, the area suddenly shook.
Later.
An ancient temple, in the valley, glowed with light, blocking the killing.
"Really, all the imperial soldiers of Mochan's lineage are here. What is he going to do? Think that with his strength, mobilizing the imperial soldiers will be enough to suppress me?"
Ming Feichen sneered, his eyes shining with confidence.
After dispersing the dust, he strode towards the ancient temple.
now.
boom!
The ancient temple shook, and a sword light suddenly shot out from the world where he was. Everything roared, and in an instant, it turned into a monstrous sword energy.
As far as the eye can see, the huge sword net expands across the sky.
"Sword Master?" Ming Feichen's eyes narrowed.
Chu Feng's figure walked out of the ancient temple. The world inside his body opened up, and everything turned into a sword. When it moved, it was the most powerful killing weapon.
He has been waiting here for a while.
Buzz!
The sword energy soars into the sky, and a large amount of sword energy fills the world like a large formation.
"What can a sword master of the ninth rank of saint do?"
Ming Feichen was so confident that he took a step forward, and the boundless black light above his body, almost as real as the emperor's blood, shook the air.
boom!
The sword energy all over the sky was shattered. They were just steps, and the world became an eternal ghost scene. They were both powerful saints, but Ming Feichen, whose bloodline had returned to his ancestors, had the appearance of a great emperor, which was extremely amazing!
But at this moment, Chu Feng's eyes darkened, and the heaven and earth turned into swords, but they had no effect even under the attack?
Buzz!
He flashed and rushed directly into the ancient temple!
next moment.
Buzz!
The sky and the earth exploded, and the ancient temple turned into a divine light, soaring into the sky!