The words of the Death Nether Tribe made the Great Demon Xuansha and the others extremely angry. They stared at the Death Nether Tribe people with murderous intent surging all over their bodies.
If a person is not ruthless, he will not stand up!
So what about the holy calamity? I will bite off a piece of your flesh even if I die!
Anyone who insults the sect leader will die!
In terms of unity, no sect in this world can compare to the Immortal Sect!
To the people of the Shenxian Sect, Wang Feng is their god, and they will fight to the death for anyone who dares to humiliate him!
If a person dies or a bird looks up to the sky, there is only one life left or right, so why be afraid?
However, Wang Feng had no intention of letting them take action. His eyes were slightly cold, and he took a deep look at the person from the Death Nether Clan, and sneered: "Death Nether Clan? I just killed a few, and so
But that’s it!”
When Wang Feng finished speaking, the eyes of those members of the Death Tribe suddenly became cold, and a soul-stirring murderous intent flashed through their scarlet eyes. The leader of the group stared at Wang Feng and said coldly.
Said: "It is not a good thing to anger me!"
"hehe!"
Wang Feng curled up the corner of his mouth and sneered, looking at the Death Clan member with a provocative look in his eyes!
At the same time, Wang Feng also thought secretly in his heart: "The system will spend 20 billion of luck to use the ancestor rental function!"
"Ding, 20 billion luck points have been used, and Sun Wukong, the ancestor of the ninth generation of the Immortal Sect, is on his way to summon!"
When the sound of the system fell, Wang Feng clearly felt that some power was slowly flowing away from his body. Although it did not affect him, it gave him a feeling as if he had lost something.
Twenty billion in luck value is not low at all!
If replaced by an ordinary force, it would be equivalent to the luck of the top power in the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. In other words, Wang Feng's summons this time was equivalent to directly destroying a top power.
"court death!"
When he saw Wang Feng's provocative posture, the leader of the Death Tribe roared angrily, and violent power burst out in an instant. The whole world suddenly dimmed, and the rich power of death filled the air from him, sweeping across the entire world.
Wild mountains.
In an instant, the towering ancient trees in the entire Cangmang Mountains that had not suffered the aftermath of the battle withered away one after another. The whole world seemed to have turned into a dead zone. The terrifying power of death made everyone present frightened.
The majestic power of death turned into a tall figure behind the Death Tribe, like the shadow of the God of Death, causing the temperature of the entire world to suddenly drop to the extreme.
Even a strong man like Liu Feiyu couldn't help but shudder and looked at the person from the Death Clan with fear. He, the peak sage, seemed to be reduced to a mere spectator in this battle.
It has no effect at all.
"How could such an existence appear in Yuanhua Heavenly Realm?"
"Can Sect Leader Wang be able to stop it?"
"If we can't stop it, how should we deal with it?"
The saints and elders of several superpowers felt the terrifying power and exclaimed. Even from an extremely long distance, they could clearly feel the terrifying power of death.
Just from their momentum, they knew that even if several of their super powers joined forces, they would definitely not be able to match those people from the Death Nether Tribe. At this moment, they not only prayed that Wang Feng and others could stop the Death Nether Tribe people.
!
They would rather let the Shenxian Sect become the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm than let the Death Nether Clan rule the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. Just from some ancient books left over from ancient times, they can see how powerful the Death Nether Clan is.
Their cruelty, if they were allowed to rule the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm, what would be the difference between humans and slaves?
The power of death erupted by that person from the Death Nether Tribe almost affected the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm. All practitioners in the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm felt this power of death that made their hearts palpitate, and everyone looked at him in horror.
In the direction of Butian Sect.
Countless people are speculating, what happened to trigger such a huge vision?
"boom!"
Just when the person from the Death Nether Tribe was about to riot and kill Wang Feng on the spot, the whole world suddenly shook, and a vast coercion swept over the entire Butian Sect. Immediately afterwards, the energy of the entire world seemed to
As if being pulled by something, they gathered together crazily, and a huge vortex of Yuan Power suddenly formed in the sky!
Such an abnormality immediately shocked everyone present. Those members of the Death Tribe raised their heads and looked up. A ray of light flashed in their scarlet eyes. They looked through the layers of obstacles, trying to see that person.
There is something behind the whirlpool, but nothing can be seen clearly!
Wang Feng also narrowed his eyes and looked up. He couldn't see clearly what was in the whirlpool, but he could feel that a powerful momentum was slowly coming, as if there was something coming from the whirlpool.
It's normal to squeeze it out.
He originally thought that Sun Wukong had arrived, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that the aura in the whirlpool was not that of Sun Wukong. This made Wang Feng's face become solemn. Could something happen again?
Buzz!
But at this moment, a ray of bright golden light bloomed from the whirlpool. It was so dazzling that everyone present subconsciously closed their eyes. When they opened it again, a figure was already standing in the void, and the sky and the earth were filled with shadows.
The vision also restored calm.
Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on that figure, even Wang Feng and others or those members of the Death Tribe were no exception.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a golden armor, with a slender and tall body, holding a halberd, standing in the void, like a god, with long purple hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes as bright as stars, containing the power of photography.
The soul-catching light has an indescribable majesty.
Everyone had a look of shock on their faces. The man didn't give out any aura. Just standing there gave people a feeling as thick as an ancient mountain, unrivaled!
"The Death Tribe has crossed the line!"
A majestic voice came out from the man's mouth, like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the whole world. He glanced at the people of the Death Tribe with cold eyes, exuding a suffocating majestic power.
"Haha, who is this person? It turns out to be you!"
"Ye Huang, the pilgrim general of the Holy World Tianyong!"
The leader of the Death Tribe raised his eyes to look at the man, with a mocking smile on his face, and coldly snorted.
"A person from the Holy World?"
Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the middle-aged man wearing golden armor. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly. That man's cultivation had reached the peak of the Holy Tribulation. In normal times, it was enough to suppress the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm.
But when it comes to dealing with these five people from the Death Tribe, they are still a little behind!
No matter how it is, he will appear sooner or later, but he will appear when he has already used his luck points to summon the ancestor. So what if he is a person from the holy world? Wang Feng does not want to suffer a loss. Since he has already used his luck points, how many days will he show up?
A person from the Death Tribe can only belong to him!