Hayato Amagakure's escape technique is indeed powerful. He disappears in an instant without leaving any trace, making no sound.
However, this Heavenly Monument Divine Tomb is either small or large. Ye Feng does not believe that he can hide his aura all the time. Sooner or later, it will be exposed.
Turning his eyes, Ye Feng looked at Xiao Sanxiao who was cross-legged in the void. Waves of strange energy rippled out from his body, glowing with a faint blue light, and enveloped Xiao Aoshi who had just entered the Tomb of the Heavenly Monument God.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on Ye Feng's face, and he saw that the faint blue light that shrouded Xiaoao Shi actually spread in all directions.
"Is there something wrong?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. Xiao Sanxiao had said before that he had created this Dream God Technique in the past two thousand years and had not yet perfected it. Maybe, this is his first
This is the first time he has used it on a human being. After all, there are no human cultivators in the tomb of the Heavenly Monument God to serve as his experimental subjects.
"Buzz!!!"
Suddenly!
Xiao Sanxiao's figure blurred, and the bright moon hung high behind him. Xuanwu roared silently, and finally broke apart and turned into a towering tree.
This towering tree exudes the aura of vastness and majesty.
Ye Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the towering tree formed by the collapse of the Xuanwu actually spread its branches and leaves from within the bright moon.
“Shuashuashua!!!”
The branches and leaves that cover the sky and the sun are densely packed, with a soft breath, entwining towards everyone present.
"What the hell?"
Miyamoto Musashi, who was fighting fiercely with Ding Peng, his expression darkened, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at the branches and leaves entangled around him.
Almost instantly, everyone except Ye Feng was wrapped in branches and leaves.
Even Ding Peng was unable to resist the entanglement of branches and leaves. His whole body was wrapped up, as if he had turned into a big cocoon.
"Smile three smiles, what the hell are you doing?"
Ye Feng frowned, his eyes flashed fiercely, staring at the slowly closing branches and leaves.
Large cocoons hang on the towering trees, just like flower buds, and the figures trapped in them can be vaguely seen.
"Huh?"
Ye Feng looked at the large cocoons that resembled flower buds, with a look of shock on his face. A different picture appeared on each flower bud. It was as if they had traveled to another world.
"What kind of skill is this Dream God Technique?"
As soon as the figure moved, Ye Feng appeared in front of the big cocoon wrapping Haxinda, staring at the picture reflected in it.
Inside the big cocoon, Haxinda looked to be only six or seven years old. His skin was fair and pink, and he looked very cute. He was nestling in the arms of a blonde woman.
Although there was no sound, Ye Feng could guess what they were talking about through their mouth movements.
"Mommy, I don't want to go to instructor Kenlun's class!" The young Haxinda pouted, hugging the woman's jade neck, and said coquettishly.
With a doting look on her face, the woman gently stroked Haxinda's little head, "Baby, Teacher Kenlun is the most powerful magician in Terry Town. If you study with him, you will definitely become a great master in the future.
Magister."
Facing the woman's expectant gaze, Haxinda nodded obediently even though he was unwilling to do so.
"Is this the life Haxinda used to have?"
With a thought in Ye Feng's mind, rolls of corpse energy overflowed and turned into blurry shadows, walking towards other cocoons.
Almost everyone has fallen into the fantasy world of youth, experiencing the past.
Ye Feng doesn't understand what the purpose of this Dream God Technique is. Is it just to make the person who has been tricked fall into memories?
Time passed little by little, and Haxinda, led by the woman, came to a small duplex building in the center of the town.
Magister Kenlun is not too old, in his forties, and his smile is very charming, but the look he looks at Haxinda is full of possessiveness.
Ye Feng stared at Magister Kenlun and couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, "Isn't this old guy a pedophile?"
At the woman's instruction, Haxinda obediently followed Magister Kenlun into the house.
Although Magister Kenlun looked at Haxinda in an unusual way, at the end of the day, nothing happened.
The young Haxinda had very keen intuition. After school, he told the woman that he was afraid of Magister Kenlun.
Unfortunately, the woman didn't pay much attention.
At the same time, Ding Peng was a young man with amazing talent. At only eleven years old, he had mastered the Meteor Sword Technique to a small level and defeated his mentor.
At this moment, Ding Peng was kneeling in front of a tomb, banging his head on the ground. His voice was full of pride, "Dad, Mom, my son has practiced Meteor Sword Technique to a small degree. Now the master wants his son to challenge geniuses from all over the world."
, just wait, my son will definitely live up to your expectations and become the most powerful swordsman!"
Behind Ding Peng, the middle-aged man who taught him Meteor Sword Technique, with a look of relief on his face, helped him up and said: "Peng'er, you have outstanding talent, and I have nothing to teach you as a teacher.
I just want to tell you this. This is a world where the strong are respected. As long as you are strong enough, you can gain the respect of others."
"Yes!" Ding Peng nodded heavily and said, "Master, that disciple is gone!"
"Go for it!"
The middle-aged man looked at Ding Peng's back as he turned to leave. The smile on his face gradually became restrained, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes. "Ding Peng, don't blame the master. Who made you so talented? If you were alive,
How can the master have the dignity to teach other disciples?"
Under the arrangement of the middle-aged man, Ding Peng's first opponent was a genius from the local martial arts alliance. The opponent was about the same age as Ding Peng, but he had a strong force behind him.
After Ding Peng defeated the opponent, the forces behind the genius were naturally very unwilling and secretly sent people to ambush Ding Peng.
However, Ding Peng's talent is indeed very terrifying. He retreated while fighting, and finally broke through to the fourth level warrior and killed everyone.
After being killed by Ding Peng, he became a wanted criminal and had no choice but to flee his hometown.
Ding Peng has no idea about the conspiracy behind all this. Even now, he is still very grateful to his mentor.
"Why!"
Seeing the teenage Ding Peng living a precarious life, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh, and finally understood why his personality was so cold. He had experienced too many betrayals.
On the other side, the young Hayato Tengyin was shirtless in the snowy weather, holding a samurai sword in both hands, with blue lips, slashing towards the wooden figure in front of him.
Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a kimono looked coldly. Seeing Hayato Amagakure's speed slowing down when he drew his sword, he flicked his right hand in the air.
"Bah bang bang!!!"
There was a sound of beatings, and Hayato Amagakure's face was filled with pain. Behind him, blood marks appeared, and soon the skin cracked and blood spilled out.
"Don't you have any strength?" the middle-aged man said in a cold voice.
"You have the strength!" Hayato Tengyin replied through gritted teeth.
"Then continue, there are still ten thousand dollars left!"
"Hi!"
Letting the blood from his back fall to the ground, Hayato Amagaku took a deep breath, with a hidden hatred flowing in his eyes, and slashed at the wooden man in front of him, as if he was slashing at the middle-aged man behind him.
