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Chapter 367

This made Zhao He immediately angry. He, a master in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm, was provoked repeatedly by an ant in the Spirit Transformation Realm. How could he endure this?

The next second, a three-foot clear sword appeared in his hand and struck at Ye Feng. The sword light danced and made Ye Feng's arms numb.

As expected of a true disciple of the four major religions, the Thunder Fire Sect, this swordsmanship simply shocked Ye Feng.

After resisting a few moves, Ye Feng felt as if the golden spear in his hand was about to escape.

"Qingyue Zhan! Hand over the golden spear!"

Zhao He shouted softly and struck out with his sword again.

This sword directly knocked Ye Feng upside down and hit the rock wall, causing him to vomit blood.

"Boy, what's going on? I can't do it anymore!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was seriously injured, he immediately showed a mocking look and walked over step by step.

Seeing this, Ye Feng endured the severe pain, his mind kept spinning, thinking about what to do.

At this moment, the space suddenly vibrated again, and then the voices of countless experts came in.

Seeing this, Ye Feng hurriedly put the golden spear into the space finger, and then shouted loudly: "The murderer has been silenced. Zhao He has robbed all the treasures in the space. I found out that he is going to kill the murderer and silence him!"

After Ye Feng said this, Zhao He was dumbfounded.

"Nima, kid, what are you talking about? Hand over the golden spear to me!"

Zhao He said angrily.

At this time, those people rushed down one after another, and some even stopped directly in front of Ye Feng.

"Senior Brother Zhao He, what you did is going too far!"

Someone said.

Zhao He really wanted to tear Ye Feng's mouth apart at this time. He was obviously the one who took the golden spear, but he actually took it himself.

"Boy, don't rant here, hand over the golden spear!"

Zhao He said angrily.

Ye Feng pretended to be innocent and said: "Brother Zhao He, what are you talking about?

Didn't you take away the golden spear and other treasures?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he took everything away!"

Zhao He said.

This left everyone present puzzled as to whose hands the item was.

"Senior Brother Zhao He, do you think everyone is a fool?

You are the first one to come in, and you are still in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm with terrifying strength. How can I, a little guy in the Spirit Transformation Realm, beat you!"

Ye Feng said hurriedly.

The others listened and nodded immediately, thinking it made sense.

Although they didn't know when Ye Feng came in, Zhao He was indeed the first one to come in in their eyes.

"You, what do you mean?

Do you really think I swallowed all the treasures?"

Zhao He said angrily.

However, no one believed his words at this time. They all looked at him coldly and said, "Senior Brother Zhao He, everyone has a share in what is in this!"

"Yes, hand it over! If you eat meat, at least let us drink soup!"

"That's right, hand over all the treasures! Share them with everyone!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire space dropped to the extreme.

When Ye Feng saw this, he showed a smile of success.

While everyone was focusing on Zhao He, Ye Feng kept retreating, preparing to find an opportunity to escape.

Zhao He really had a thousand words to speak at this time and couldn't explain it clearly. He simply refused to explain and said angrily: "Get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

However, his strong posture made everyone even more sure that the thing was in his hands.

"Let's all work together to force him to hand over his things and then divide them equally!"

I don't know who spoke loudly, and immediately a group of people launched an attack on Zhao He.

More and more people came in later. When they heard that Zhao He had swallowed everything, they all surrounded him and launched an attack.

But Ye Feng found the right moment and ran away.

After a while, people from the Thunder Fire Sect came down one after another. Seeing that Zhao He was besieged and seriously injured, they immediately went to help.

After a few minutes, both sides suffered heavy losses, and then they stopped.

"That thing was really taken away by that boy. He came in earlier than me..." After Zhao He explained the whole process, everyone was dumbfounded. When they looked at Ye Feng again,

He has long since disappeared.

"Damn, it's so abominable, chase!"

This time, dozens of people chased Ye Feng together, and he ran outside without looking back.

However, Ye Feng did not return directly to the cave. Instead, he ran out first, then took a detour and entered the cave.

This directly confused the chasing group of guys.

"Brother Feng, are you back?

What's going on outside?"

Da Zhuang asked suspiciously when he saw Ye Feng coming back.

Ye Feng smiled and said: "It's nothing, just take a good rest!"

In this way, the two of them stayed here all night.

But those people outside were already looking crazy, but they didn't even notice Ye Feng's shadow.

In the other three directions of the secret realm, similar things are happening.

A carefree man in the east stood out among a hundred people and snatched away an ancient giant sword.

A woman from the Qingyun Sect in the south was extremely independent. She single-handedly defeated powerful enemies and won an ancient purple sword.

To the north, a guy covered in dragon scales fought against the heroes and stole a giant hammer.

Just after the suppressive spiritual weapons in these four directions were taken away, four figures knelt down under a throne in the Skeleton Castle in the center of the secret realm.

"Congratulations to the Evil Lord for breaking the seal and returning to the top!"

The four figures said in unison.

Just ten seconds after their words fell, a pair of huge lantern-like eyes slowly opened.

An invisible pressure spreads out from the center of the secret realm to all directions.

At this time, all the cultivators walking outside felt a chill behind them, and the sky seemed to dim suddenly.

"Could it be that the guy mentioned on the altar was born?"

Ye Feng felt something was wrong, and suddenly thought of the description he saw in the stone forest space.

In the outside world, there is the Long Family, the northern dragon capital.

Long Hui, the head of the Long family, looked at the scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and said, "Is this the ancient evil master?"

Then he looked at the old housekeeper beside him and said, "Tell them to get ready. This house doesn't seem to be that simple!"

"Yes, Master!"

At the exit of the secret realm, many strong men were already waiting.

The most eye-catching one is an old man in his fifties or sixties, but still majestic, the patron saint of the Long family, the Emperor Chasing the Wind.

He just sat cross-legged in the sky above the secret realm, as peacefully as if he were sitting on the ground.

Below him are thirty-six figures, all looking exactly the same, each one exuding an unfathomable aura.

Hundreds of meters away in the secret realm, many strong men were secretly observing, and some couldn't help but ask: "Is this the Long Family's Thirty-Six Tiangang?"

"That's right, there are exactly thirty-six of them, and the aura of each one is almost exactly the same. There should be no mistake!"

Someone next to me said.

"The momentum of these thirty-six Tiangangs is so terrifying. Each one of them seems to have surpassed the Xuanzong Mirror!"

The master hidden next to him couldn't help but sigh.

"I heard that a few years ago, everyone's cultivation was at the peak of Xuan Zongjing. Together, they could easily defeat the masters of the Spirit Master Realm! I don't know what level they have reached now!"

But at this moment, the master hiding secretly next to him showed his true identity and said: "The more terrifying one is probably the one above!"

Everyone was not surprised by the sudden appearance of this person. Instead, they were indifferent, as if everyone had known him for a long time.

"That's right, that person is the powerful man who was crowned ten years ago. There is currently no one who can match him. The patron saint of the Long family - Zhui Feng!"


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