Ye Feng is a zombie and does not belong to the Three Realms or the Five Elements.
However, the Great Dao exists above the Dao of Heaven.
There are fifty avenues, escape to one of them.
The reason why monks exist in this vast interstellar battlefield is because of this escaped one. It is this 'one' that provides countless living beings with the energy to practice.
And this fire of the avenue contains a ray of power of the avenue. Although it is only a ray, it is enough for the saint to fight for it.
It is rumored that the reason why Patriarch Mu was able to become the Supreme Emperor of Heaven was because he understood the power of the eight avenues through the fire of the eight avenues, and then he broke through to the supreme realm.
Ye Feng's whole body was enveloped by Leng Lin's Seven Feathers' Nether Heart Fire. Although all spirits were within the Great Dao, the problem was that Ye Feng could not feel the slightest bit of the power of the Great Dao.
Don't talk about the ethereal power of the great avenue, Ye Feng can't even integrate Leng Lin's Qi Yu Youxinhuo.
Ye Feng felt cold all over, but his blood was boiling. He was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and his heart was burning.
However, Ye Feng has no will, only intelligence. The power of the heart fire cannot do anything to him.
"Instructor, how can I merge with Leng Lin's Qiyu Nether Heart Fire?"
"Master, the easiest way to integrate Leng Lin's Qiyu Nether Heart Fire is to feel the power of the great avenue contained in it."
"I haven't even felt the power of the damn avenue. Tell me about other ways!"
"The only way left is to consume zombie points and use the power of the system to forcibly fuse Leng Lin's Seven Feathers' Nether Heart Fire into the owner's body."
"How many zombie points are needed?"
"Master, your current zombie points are no longer enough to fuse Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo!"
"Well!"
The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly, cursing secretly that he really had the potential to be a prodigal son. Just now, there were nearly 4 billion zombie points, and in just a short time, there were more than 80 million left.
After thinking about it, Ye Feng directly exchanged all the relics of the three saints he had just killed back to the system.
A saint is a saint after all, and his family background is really not that good.
Of course, this is also relative.
After all, the three saints have a great cause, and their consumption is naturally not small. There are also many treasures of the clan that they never wear.
The three relics of saints were exchanged for more than 1.7 billion zombie points in total.
Now that there are 1.8 billion zombie points, Ye Feng is no longer in a hurry to fuse Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo.
The reason is very simple. Ye Feng doesn't know what magical abilities he will gain after fusing Leng Lin's Seven Feathers' Nether Heart Fire. Even the instructor can't explain clearly.
After all, Leng Lin's Qi Yu Youxin Fire merged with the Zi Mansion True Orchid Fire, and there was already some kind of transformation.
Moreover, Ye Feng is still a zombie.
"Instructor, is there anything that can bring out the power of Leng Lin's Seven Feathers' Nether Heart Fire?"
"Master, do you mean to use Leng Lin's Qiyu Youxinhuo as a bullet, and then use the firearm to emit the power of the bullet?"
"Yeah!"
Ye Feng nodded quickly.
"Master, you can spend 1.3 billion zombie points and go through the system mall to build a fire injector!"
"OK!"
"Ding!"
"The host consumes 1.3 billion zombie points to build a Tao Fire Thrower."
"Ding!"
"The host has met the requirements for system mall upgrade. Do you want to upgrade now?"
"We'll upgrade it when the Tao Fire Thrower is built!"
"yes!"
As the system mall upgrades, the level of the treasures Ye Feng exchanges will become higher and higher.
At least, before the system mall was upgraded this time, even if Ye Feng had countless zombie points, he would not be able to summon a Heavenly Emperor-level existence.
At the same time, more and more saints rushed to the outside of the Naihe galaxy from other star fields.
The figures one after another seem to be the eternal and immortal God King, standing outside the Naihe Galaxy.
The rolls of saintly energy are intertwined together, which is shocking.
The faces of Lord Taiheng and Sage Moyang became increasingly ugly.
Because of a decree from the Emperor of Heaven, most of the saints on the interstellar battlefield rushed here.
If a saint takes the lead now, then there will be no way to control this matter.
"Everyone, Patriarch Mu has issued a decree. Whoever kills this zombie will be able to live as an imperial soldier and use the Mu Family Scripture Pavilion for a hundred years!"
"Let's take action together!"
"Sage Moyang and Lord Taiheng, I hope you will not help the evildoers!"
"Boom!!!"
More than forty figures slowly pressed into the Naihe Galaxy, causing the galaxy to roar and space to collapse.
"what to do?"
Lord Taiheng took a deep breath and secretly looked at Ye Feng not far away from the corner of his eye.
“Cold salad!”
Saint Mo Yang had a cold expression on his face and cursed secretly in his heart, "If you wanted to take action, wouldn't you have taken action earlier? If you had taken action as soon as you arrived, why would I surrender to that zombie?"
"Stop them!"
Ye Feng's cold voice sounded behind Sage Mo Yang and Lord Taiheng.
Saint Mo Yang and Lord Taiheng looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in their eyes.
The two saints consider themselves not weak, but now they are facing forty-one saints, how can they stop them?
"No matter what, just delay it if you can!"
Saint Mo Yang gritted his teeth, and his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
"Mo Yang, you are looking for death!"
"kill!!!"
"Boom!!!"
Seventeen saints took action together, shaking the heaven and the earth.
"puff!!!"
One blow, just one blow.
Facing the counterattack of the seventeen saints, the figure of Saint Mo Yang fell out of the void awkwardly, his whole chest was sunken in, the chain of the four laws continued to collapse, and blood spurted out mouth after mouth.
The corner of Lord Taiheng's mouth twitched slightly, why should he be spanked? Just spank him.
Without any hesitation, Lord Taiheng turned around and ran away.
Seeing Lord Taiheng fleeing, the saints did not stop him. Their figures flickered one by one, surrounding Ye Feng.
Waves of terrifying Saint Qi shrouded Ye Feng, causing the entire space to be filled with chaotic energy.
"Ye Feng, you are proud enough to die in our hands!"
"In the past hundreds of thousands of years, no one has ever attracted forty-one saints to take action at the same time!"
"boom!!!"
One of the saints had a cold look on his face, his right hand was like a knife, the chain of laws was attached to his skin, it was extremely sharp, and it was slashing towards Ye Feng's head.
Moreover, many saints are secretly on guard.
Because they knew that Ye Feng could summon "helping hands" through some extraordinary means.
"It's done!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng, who was surrounded by forty-one saints, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of excitement.
In the eyes of everyone with doubts, a fire gun appeared in Ye Feng's hand. It was completely gray and black. Under the reflection of the light, it reflected mysterious lines, which looked very extraordinary.
But no matter how you do it, this is just a blunderbuss.
"This is?"
"Isn't it?"
The next second, the faces of all the forty-one saints changed drastically, and the saints who reacted a little faster fled the Naihe Galaxy immediately.
In the distance, Saint Mo Yang thought that Ye Feng would definitely die this time, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the forty-one saints surrounding Ye Feng would all run towards the outside of the Naihe galaxy as if their buttocks were on fire.
"What's happening again?" Sage Mo Yang blinked and looked at Ye Feng, who had a sinister smile on his face and held a fire gun.
