Chapter 745 Feng Chuan, the end of the celebration, the three-star city assessment
The disciples of Piaomiao Sect were all stunned.
They knew that Ye Feng was powerful, but after hearing that today's opponent was at the holy level, they were all extremely scared.
However, Ye Feng still won!
He was the son of destiny, and he burned the ultimate incarnation to death with Dao fire, which was equivalent to killing a saint with his own hands.
This is invincible!
"The leader is mighty!"
The disciples bowed and saluted one after another, and their voices merged, shaking the heaven and earth, and also awakened people from all major forces.
"I've met Destiny's Child."
"I've met Ye Tianzi!"
People from all major powers saluted one after another.
In the realm of heaven and earth, activating Taoist fire and killing powerful men in the holy realm, any achievement is enough to push Ye Feng to the altar.
And Ye Feng, who has three kinds of things gathered into one, is God!
In particular, his status as the Son of Destiny allowed him to be on an equal footing with the Holy Land. Even the Holy Land Lords such as Yin Rurong and Xue Yan who were present at the scene were half a generation shorter because they were only Rank 4 Quasi-Saints.
"You're welcome."
Ye Feng waved his hand and sat on his seat, "The foreign enemy is dead, let's continue playing music and dancing!"
Xueyan’s sealing celebration continues.
Everyone drank and drank, casting awe-inspiring glances at Ye Feng from time to time.
Only a few people looked ugly.
Whoosh!
Yin Rurong was so angry that she tore the void apart and left the celebration early, not wanting to see Ye Feng again.
in the crowd.
The camp of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land.
A young man at the seventh level of the Void-Breaking Realm was sitting on the seat, watching the seniors in the Holy Land clinking glasses and drinking, but he was in a very bad mood.
"Feng Chuan, why are you so depressed?"
An old man from the Heavenly Emperor looked at the young man and asked in confusion.
The expression of the young man who was called Feng Chuan changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand and said: "It's nothing, I just thought about the difficulty of a certain magical power, and I got entangled for a while."
"Could it be that the magical power that even you find difficult is the most difficult "Wanliu Chaoyuan" in our Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land?"
People around asked curiously.
"Yes." Feng Chuan nodded.
"Hahaha!"
"Don't think about it. This magical power is a top-notch holy power created by the old Holy Master of our Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land. Even ordinary holy realms cannot exert its full power. You are still young, so take your time."
"yes!"
"That is the peerless genius of our Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land. He has the bones of a saint and has reached the seventh level of breaking the void in a few decades. Becoming a saint in the future is not a problem. Don't be anxious."
"I heard that you are also the Chosen Son. It's a pity that Master Ye has already become the Son of Destiny. Otherwise, with your qualifications, becoming the Son of Destiny will not be a problem in the future."
"Hush! Be careful what you say!"
"That's right, Master Ye is already the son of destiny. Don't mention this matter again, so as not to arouse his anger."
The Heavenly Emperor and Quasi-Sages of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land were all talking in low voices.
Feng Chuan greeted him with a smile.
He glanced at Ye Feng, who was dazzling in the distance, with a smile on his face, but he was filled with hatred in his heart.
"Ye Feng, you really deserve to die!"
"Steal the position of my destiny son, I, Feng Chuan, swear that you will die!!!"
The seeds of hatred were planted in Feng Chuan's heart.
Half a day later.
The celebration of Xue Yan’s canonization as the Holy Lord has finally come to an end.
"Thank you for the hospitality, please stay and say goodbye!" Ye Feng said goodbye to Xueyan, Yueyexue and other people in the Ice and Snow Holy Land.
"Ye Tianzi, walk slowly!"
"Ye Tianzi, take care."
Everyone stood up to see each other off.
Tear it apart!
Ye Feng tore open the void, escaped into it with the Piaomiao Sect disciples, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Soon, everyone dispersed.
Half a day later.
A big news spread throughout all the four-star forces in the Chinese continent, and even the small forces under these big forces received this shocking news one after another.
The Son of Destiny was born in China mainland!
He is the leader of the Piaomiao Sect, Ye Feng!
Make money!
…
Misty Sect.
Ye Feng sat on the throne of the leader, listening to the reports from Gong Qingqiu and other elders, nodding from time to time.
"Very good, not bad!"
"Continue to develop and strive to ensure that Baifu City is promoted to a three-star city in half a month so that the sect can meet the four-star conditions."
Ye Feng looked around and said.
"yes."
Gong Qingqiu and other elders nodded.
Not long after.
The sect meeting is over and everyone is busy with their own business.
Ever since Ye Feng announced the identity of the Son of Destiny, more than 10,000 people in the Piaomiao Sect were all excited. Even when they went out to perform tasks, they held their heads high and their faces full of pride.
"I have no choice but to reveal my destiny's identity!" Ye Feng was a little distressed.
When fighting against the ultimate incarnation, not even the Holy Emperor Sword could do anything to him, so he could only use Dao Fire.
In this case, the identity will inevitably be exposed.
Not to mention whether they will be jealous of the people in China Continent, the Celestial Clan in Xuankong Mountain must regard themselves as a mortal enemy.
"I will be more dangerous in the future, alas!"
Ye Feng sighed helplessly.
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However, this also has advantages.
For example, the reputation value and the power of faith have skyrocketed. In a short time, the power of faith will reach 300 billion, entering the level of the Emperor of Heaven, and meeting the conditions for the Five Qi Dynasty.
…
For a period of time in the future, Ye Feng lived a life of writing and drawing every day, occasionally giving instructions to sect disciples, or deducing various magical powers and spells, binding them into books, and throwing them into the library.
"Ah, the library has six more magical powers."
“My signature on this book is ‘Anonymous Lay Scholar’.”
“The signature of my book is ‘Jia Qian Jia Shi’.”
"My name here is 'Emperor Very Run'."
The voices of disciples occasionally came from the library, and they were all discussing new magical powers and the creators of spells.
They don't know one thing.
Whether it's "Jiaqian Jushi" or "Very Run Emperor", they are all names scrawled by Ye Feng in order to keep a low profile.
No one knew that most of the magical powers and spells in the Piaomiao Sect's library were actually created by Ye Feng.
If you knew it, you would be shocked.
…
The news that Ye Feng became the Son of Destiny spread, and the entire continent of China was in a state of excitement.
Even the sea was shaken.
The Underwater Imperial Palace of the Eight Yuan Hai Clan.
Lingyue was sitting on the Queen's throne holding the Eight-Yuan Heaven-Breaking Halberd, listening to the news from the land, her eyes filled with shock.
"Master Ye has actually grown to this stage!"
"Not only has he become the God of Thunder Palace, but he is also the Son of Destiny. He can also kill powerful men in the Holy Realm, and his power is unparalleled. Then...is my efforts still meaningful?"
She trembled.
Lingyue almost burst into tears.
In order not to stand beside Ye Feng as a vase, she worked hard.
As a result, not only did the gap with Ye Feng not narrow, but it grew wider and wider, like a sky and an earth, a god and a mortal.
Between the two, there is nothing that can be touched!
"No!"
"I can't be discouraged!"
"I have to keep working hard, I can do it!"
Lingyue took a deep breath and retreated to enter the realm.
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Misty Sect.
It is now half a month after the battle in the Ice and Snow Holy City.
Because Ye Feng became the Son of Destiny and killed the ultimate incarnation of the Holy Realm in public, the fame of Piaomiao Sect, Baifu City, Lingmiao Kingdom and other places also skyrocketed.
In just half a month, nearly 20 million practitioners moved into Baifu City and became local residents.
"Master, Baifu City finally meets the promotion conditions for a three-star city!"
Gong Qingqiu took a thick list of city residents and came to the top of Piaomiao Peak to report to Ye Feng who was watering the flowers.
"very good!"
Ye Feng put down the shower head.
"Next, send a message to the third prince Ling Luotian, saying that Baifu City has applied for a three-star assessment."
"yes!"
Gong Qingqiu quickly made arrangements.
An hour later.
The Lord's Mansion of Baifu City.
The star promotion appraisal team, represented by Ling Luotian, the third prince of Lingmiao Kingdom, gathered together and began to review the promotion qualifications of Baifu City.
On Piaomiao Peak.
Ye Feng saw this scene with the Orb of Destiny.
"Baifu City will finally be promoted to three stars. Next, Piaomiao Sect can also meet the conditions for four stars. The sixth phase of the leader's mission has finally come to an end."