The ferocious-faced ancient sage suddenly turned around, his eyes covered in blood filled with bloodthirsty light.
However, what made Feng Qingyang's eyes widen even more was that the ancient sage actually didn't see the young man who was knocked away. He turned around and stared at himself, but his brows were slightly raised, as if he was wondering what had cut him just now.
the back of the head.
"Immortal, you all deserve to die!!!" A hoarse voice sounded, extremely harsh.
In the distance, Ye Feng shook his right arm that was numb from the force of the rebound, his eyes flashed fiercely, since there was a little local dog around and the Ancient Sage couldn't detect him, he would naturally not hold back.
"boom!!!"
The power of Hunyuan's annihilation and reincarnation surges around the bronze deer-cutting knife.
The cold energy caused Feng Qingyang, who was confronting the Ancient Sage in the distance, to change his expression slightly.
"You are so damn blind!"
Looking at the indifferent ancient sage, Feng Qingyang became depressed.
"Chang!!!"
There was a deafening sound of metal collision.
The ancient sage staggered and leaned forward two steps. A small tuft of hair was cut off on the back of his head, and a trace of blood appeared on his scalp.
"who?"
Although the ancient saint's state was very strange and his body had assimilated to the barbarians, this did not mean that he was stupid. He was attacked in the back of the head twice in a row. How could he suppress the overwhelming anger in his heart.
"Fairy!!!"
Listening to the ancient sage's low roar, Feng Qingyang almost yelled, "My dear sister, you must open your eyes to see clearly who is attacking you!"
"boom!!!"
However, the Ancient Sage has determined that the two sneak attacks were caused by Feng Qingyang. His whole person was completely insubstantial, and endless lines of blood surged out of his body, as if he had turned into a sea of blood.
Moreover, in every blood line, there seem to be countless creatures hidden, just like... the underworld under the Naihe Bridge!
"You're so damn good that you think I'm easy to bully, aren't you!" Feng Qingyang roared angrily and took a step forward. The shadow holding him slowly raised his head. Although his face was hazy, his eyes were as bright as the bright moon, emitting light.
With mysterious energy fluctuations.
In the distance, Ye Feng cursed secretly in his heart, "Isn't the back of this old stick's head too hard? I can't even chop him if he just stands still like this!"
Ye Feng squinted his eyes and called out to his instructor in his heart, "What kind of weapon can break through the old stick's defense?"
"Master, that ancient saint is taking the path of fusion. If you want to break through his skin, you need a real artifact!"
"Artifact?"
Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't even ask how many zombie points the artifact needed, because he knew he couldn't afford it.
"How many zombie points do I need to consume if the deer-cutting knife has the sharpness of an artifact?"
"Master, you need to spend three million zombie points to make the deer-cutting knife gain the power of a breath-taking artifact!"
"Depend on!"
Just to make the deer-cutting knife gain the sharpness of an artifact for one breath, three million zombie points are needed. Ye Feng cannot imagine how many zombie points are needed to purchase a real artifact.
Ye Feng completely gave up on seeking help from the system. He half-closed his eyes, looked down at the little local dog, and asked, "Do you have a way to kill that old stickman?"
"Woof woof woof!!!"
"There's no way you're talking nonsense!" Ye Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. The little bitch looked down on the ancient sage, but in the end, he said that it was still young and could not kill the old stick for the time being.
"We have nothing to do, and those people must have something to do, otherwise, they wouldn't dare to come here!"
Ye Feng turned his eyes and looked at Li Mengyao and others who were showing their magical powers in the distance.
Rolling up his sleeves, Ye Feng took the deer-cutting knife and rushed towards the Ancient Sage again.
The blood flowing out of the ancient saint's body seemed to be afraid of the little local dog in Ye Feng's arms, so he gave in automatically.
But the problem is, the ancient sage didn't notice it at all.
"Chang!!!"
There was another sound of metal collision, and the completely illusory ancient saint walked out of the dense blood line, his eyes full of resentment, staring at Feng Qingyang.
"Sister, I'm not attacking you!" Feng Qingyang couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at the ancient sage's nose, "Are you really blind? There's such a big living person behind you.
Bangqi, you don’t feel it at all?”
“Fairy!!!”
At this moment, the ancient sage seemed to know no other words. He only knew one word, roared, and threw himself at Feng Qingyang.
"Clang!"
"Damn it, I'm the one taking the blame again!"
Watching Ye Feng attack the Ancient Sage again and again, the Ancient Sage's anger became more and more intense, and Feng Qingyang couldn't stand it.
“Fairy!!!”
Suddenly!
A sharp roar sounded, and the entire satellite shook violently. Bottomless cracks, like spider webs, covered the entire satellite.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
As the satellite was about to collapse, bursts of whistling sounds like ghost cries suddenly sounded.
"That is?"
"It is the essence and cultivation insights that the ancient saint has absorbed for countless years and cannot be digested." Zhang Fengyu's face was full of solemnity. If there is only a small part of the essence and cultivation insights, then it is a waste to them.
An opportunity.
However, the essence and cultivation insights here have been stored for at least more than 60,000 years. How vast is that?
Zhang Fengyu didn't know this, he only knew that once he fell into it, he would definitely die.
The majestic energy and spirit will tear his body apart, and countless cultivation insights will cause his spirit to collapse.
"Sakyamuni!"
Li Mengyao suddenly turned around and looked at Sakyamuni, whose figure was between reality and reality, her beautiful eyes full of anxiety.
"Amitabha, the future is foreseeable, readable, and unchangeable..."
The aura of Sakyamuni became extremely mysterious, his face was full of solemnity, and his hands were in the lotus seal.
"Buzz!!!"
Suddenly, countless spirits and cultivation insights rushed here, as if they had fallen into another universe.
"Future experience?"
Zhang Fengyu's expression changed slightly, and his eyes that returned to normal were full of fear.
"The Future Sutra, which is indeed one of the three major sutras of Buddhism, can actually affect time and space!" Zhao Xincang's face was full of shock.
"After Sakyamuni has cultivated into the Future Sutra, who among the same level can hurt him? Even Feng Qingyang, I'm afraid he can't hurt Sakyamuni who is standing in the future, right?" Tian Yuxun also sighed with emotion.
"Fairy!!!"
"I love you, uncle, you damn girl can't say any other words besides this word?"
Hearing the ancient sage's roar again, Feng Qingyang went crazy.
"When the immortal bows down, all souls will be extinguished!!!"
"Is it the magical power of the immortal clan?"
"The Immortal Tribe is one of the top ten terrifying interstellar races. It is said that the Immortal Tribe only operates in the former three-star domain. The magical power it possesses can even turn the world around and shift the stars."
Sakyamuni raised his eyelids, and there was a strange light flowing through them. He stared at Feng Qingyang, who was starting to work hard, and whispered to himself, "The opportunity... is here!"
