However, there are still saints who are unwilling to leave like this. An imperial soldier has stayed in the Mujia Sutra Pavilion for hundreds of years, which is enough for the saints to take risks. Moreover, there is a hidden opportunity in this matter, which is a debt of gratitude.
Ancestor Mu has issued a decree, and if it can be completed, although it cannot be said that Ancestor Mu owes you a favor, it can still be regarded as showing his face in front of Ancestor Mu and establishing a relationship with the Mu family.
Ye Feng seemed to be ignorant of the complicated thoughts of those saints, and walked step by step towards Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo. With every step he took, cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, just like ceramics dropped on the ground.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Ye Feng's steps stopped and he turned his head slightly, with a cold murderous intent flowing in his eyes.
The three saints who were about to escape all froze, as if they had been cast by a restraining spell and were frozen in place.
"Did I let you go?"
A faint voice sounded in the ears of the three saints.
"Gulu!" Lord Taiheng swallowed, turned around slowly, and met Ye Feng's emotionless eyes, "Lord Ye, we were wrong about what happened before, and we are willing to make compensation."
"compensate?"
There was a touch of sarcasm on Ye Feng's lips, "Do you think I need your compensation?"
The six saints besieged Ye Feng, and he killed three of them. How could the remaining three saints dare to be enemies with Ye Feng?
Saint Nine Stars took a deep breath suddenly, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, and clasped his hands into fists, "I, Nine Stars, am willing to surrender to Lord Ye Territory!"
"What?"
"Is Jiuxing crazy?"
"The sky has changed!"
Saints are supreme beings. As the saying goes, everyone under a saint is an ant.
And now, a dignified saint actually wants to surrender to a zombie. What an irony.
You know, in the past hundreds of thousands of years, there has never been a case where a saint surrendered to his opponent.
The monks who can become saints are all extremely talented and capable of suppressing the existence of an era. How can such a arrogant and arrogant person surrender to others?
Lord Taiheng and Saint Mo Yang stared blankly at the Nine-Star Saint with his hands clasped in fists.
Ye Feng was also slightly stunned. He had also tried to conquer the Wantian Island Master and the Heart Snake Saint before, but those two saints refused to surrender even in the face of the threat of death.
Looking at the nine-star saint with his hands clasped in his fists, Ye Feng laughed silently, with a cold light flowing in his eyes, "Do you know the three saints I killed before?"
"Nine Stars Know!"
"Then do you remember what I said?"
The Nine-Star Saint frowned, not knowing which sentence Ye Feng was referring to.
"I said that if you are my enemy, I will not only kill you, but also implicate the nine tribes!" Ye Feng raised his head slightly, "I will give you a chance to surrender. Now go and kill all the descendants of those three saints."
, remember, it’s the nine clans implicated!”
The Nine Star Saint's face changed slightly. If he really did that, not to mention his reputation on the interstellar battlefield, he would definitely become the public enemy of other saints.
"What? Is there a problem?"
Ye Feng stared at the Nine-Star Saint with a half-smile.
"no problem!"
"Jiuxing, are you crazy? Saint Xuanhong is both your teacher and friend, and you want to kill his descendants?" Saint Moyang clenched his fists and glared at Saint Jiuxing.
"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"
Now that he agreed to Ye Feng, the grudge in Nine Star Saint's heart disappeared, and he looked at Saint Mo Yang with cold eyes, "Mo Yang, I just want to ask you, why do we practice?"
Why practice?
For power?
To live longer?
Or is it to benefit the interstellar battlefield?
Looking at Saint Mo Yang who was stunned on the spot, Saint Nine Stars had a look of absolute determination in his eyes, opened and closed his lips, and a mysterious light fell towards Ye Feng, saying: "Lord Ye Territory, this is a trace of my destiny."
"Okay, very good!" Ye Feng did not expect that the Nine-Star Saint would be so decisive. He raised his hand and pinched the falling sliver of his will in the palm of his hand.
"call out!!"
Surrendering his will, the Nine-Star Saint turned around and disappeared instantly.
There were complicated colors in Lord Taiheng's eyes, and he glanced at the figures standing in the Naihe galaxy with his peripheral vision. These were all saints.
However, among so many saints, no one dares to step into the Naihe Galaxy.
Turning his eyes, Lord Taiheng looked at Ye Feng again, thinking about the information he had obtained before, "Although this Ye Feng is a zombie, his background is as deep as the sea. He has summoned two saint kings before, and now there is a half-step emperor to replace him."
If I surrender to him..."
Thinking of this, Lord Taiheng suddenly understood why Jiuxing Saint surrendered to Ye Feng so happily.
Is it shameful to surrender to a zombie with huge power behind it?
"Tai Heng pays homage to Lord Ye!"
Lord Taiheng's posture was even lower, with his hands clasped in fists and the joystick bent, saying: "I am willing to do my best for Lord Ye Territory!"
"Lord Taiheng, you, you..."
Saint Mo Yang has not yet reacted to the fact that Saint Nine Stars surrendered to Ye Feng. Now Lord Taiheng also surrenders to Ye Feng, which makes him feel like he has seen a ghost.
"good very good!"
The smile on Ye Feng's face became even brighter. He looked at Sage Mo Yang and said, "You only have three breaths to think about it!"
"One breath!"
Six-colored corpse energy rolled around Ye Feng's body, and he slowly raised one hand, with strange lines appearing on his dark nails.
"Two breaths!"
Lord Taiheng, who had just surrendered to Ye Feng, took a step back slightly, and the chains of laws were intertwined, covering a million-mile radius, in which a three-wheeled world appeared, in which all living beings lived.
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Ye Feng and the vision caused by Lord Taiheng, Saint Mo Yang gritted his teeth.
"three……"
"Subordinate Mo Yang, pay your respects to the Great Territory Lord!"
Before Ye Feng could say the word "breath", Sage Mo Yang suddenly clasped his hands into fists, but his face was filled with unwillingness.
Ye Feng laughed silently, turned around, and looked at the boiling and twisted Leng Lin Qiyu Youxinhuo, "You protect me!"
"Yes, Great Territory Lord!"
With an apologetic look on his face, Lord Taiheng said to Sage Mo Yang, "Mo Yang, don't blame me for what happened just now. However, we are all subordinates of the Great Territory Lord now, and we should support each other!"
"snort!"
Saint Mo Yang snorted coldly and turned his gaze to look at the seven hazy figures standing outside the Naihe galaxy.
Step by step towards Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo, feeling the fluctuations emanating from this avenue of fire, a strange look appeared on Ye Feng's face.
"This Leng Lin's Qi Yu Youxin Fire has swallowed up the Zifu Zhenlan Fire, and the power of the Great Dao contained in it has become even more intense. But why do I always feel that something is missing?"
With a trace of doubt, Ye Feng slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo.
"Buzz!!!"
The moment Ye Feng's fingers touched Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo, the fire suddenly boiled and covered his entire body along Ye Feng's fingers.
