When Hua Lan and Xu Donglai heard this, they shuddered directly.
In recent years, the Huawu Organization has been trying to regain some forces from the Hongmen, but unfortunately it has not made much progress.
After all, the Huawu Organization is an organization that protects China. It has its own rules and regulations. It cannot act too unscrupulously, otherwise once the world has no rules, everything will be in chaos.
If the ten provinces can be regained, the power of the Hongmen will be destroyed by most of it, and it will be almost impossible for it to become a threat to the Huawu Organization again.
but
Even Mo Qingyan has no right to press all this on Ye Feng’s ability to break through the ninth level of the God of Death.
Mo Qingyan had a thin eyebrows and felt that Hong Zijing had gradually lost his mind. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But
Mo Qingyan couldn't help but look up and look at Ye Feng, who was in the eighth level of the God of Death, then turned to the King of Hell, and said in a deep voice, "I don't have such great authority alone, I need you to support me. As long as Ye Feng walks out of the nineth level of the God of Death,
We can take half of the power of the Hongmen, you should know what this means."
The King of Hell trembled and knew that Mo Qingyan was essentially a madman like Ye Feng.
Taking over the power of the ten provinces of Hongmen is of course of great significance, but once Ye Feng fails to get out of the Ninth Heaven of Death, the Huawu Organization will have to pay the same price.
The Huawu Organization could not afford this loss than the Hongmen.
"Qingyan, you are sure to bet so big, you believe this guy Ye Feng." The King of Hell swallowed, a drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead, and his voice was trembling.
"I believe that if something happens to him, you will put all the responsibility on me." Mo Qingyan said in a deep voice, obviously trying to make a desperate bet.
"Okay, I will bet with you in this game. At worst, we will become the sinners of China together." The King of Hell clenched his fists and made a decision.
Mo Qingyan looked at the King of Hell with gratitude and said softly, "We will not lose."
Immediately, Mo Qingyan looked at Hong Zijing firmly and said, "Since Mr. Hong wants to play, I will naturally accompany you. If Ye Feng cannot leave the Ninth Heaven of Death God alive, the Huawu Organization will hand over the sphere of influence that is equivalent to the ten provinces of the Hongmen.
Hongmen”
"A good word is certain"
Hong Zijing's voice was low, and he glanced at Ye Feng, who was in the eighth level of the God of Death, and had absolute confidence that Ye Feng could not come out alive.
Huhuhuhuhu
The eighth level of the mysterious realm of death.
Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, and his spiritual consciousness gradually dispersed.
suddenly,
Ye Feng felt a terrifying aura.
"This is" Ye Feng took a step back, showing a look of shock.
In an instant,
I saw a figure appear out of thin air, with nine people in total, each of whom was extremely strong, at least in the late stage of the Divine Realm.
Ye Feng's brows tightly locked up. These people did not have actual physical bodies. They were formed by rules in the secret realm, but these nine people seemed to have existed in real life, giving people a feeling of being extremely touched.
Seeing these nine people appear,
Everyone in the hall stared wide.
"Isn't that the peerless genius Murong Yu, thirty years ago, dead?"
"That was the first day twenty years ago, Zhuge Ke. This person had already destroyed his soul and soul twenty years ago. How could he appear in the eighth level of the mysterious realm of death?"
"Su Che, a genius from the Huawu Organization, is here too."
"These nine people have all entered the Ninth Heaven of the Secret Realm of Death"
"I know, it was the Mysterious Realm of Death that completely imprinted these nine people, and then evolved with the rules of the Mysterious Realm of Death. These people are essentially dead, but there are still traces left in the Ninth Heaven of Death God."
"So, what Ye Feng has to face is the besiege of these nine prides of heaven. These nine people are all the supreme geniuses of his era. If these nine people join forces, what will Ye Feng use to stop them?"
"It is worthy of being the mysterious realm of death. This endless killing move is simply unpredictable."
"Ye Feng can only pass the eighth level of the God of Death by defeating these nine people at the same time, but obviously, this is impossible. Not to mention anything else, Murong Yu once was powerful and had a great power.
If he did not die prematurely, the current person who is energetic Chinese martial arts must be this person.”
Mo Qingyan was sweating in his palm, and his beautiful eyes kept falling on Su Che, who had no emotions at this time.
This was the disciple she liked the most back then, but she died in the Mysterious Realm of Death. Now she was replicated by the rules of the Mysterious Realm of Death and became Ye Feng's enemy.
This made Mo Qingyan feel extremely uncomfortable, and his eyes looked at Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, became colder.
"Mr. Zhuque, this matter has nothing to do with me. This is the test of the eighth heaven of the Mysterious Realm of Death. The Mysterious Realm of Death will copy all the strong people entering the Mysterious Realm, replicate their every move, and form this with the rules in the Mysterious Realm.
The equivalent martial arts powerhouse is used to guard the eighth level of heaven. These nine people are the strongest nine in the ninth level of heaven that has entered the mysterious realm of death in thirty years."
Hong Zijing showed a grim smile, "In other words, if Ye Feng wants to pass the test, he must defeat the nine strongest geniuses, Lord Zhuque, do you think this is possible?"
Mo Qingyan's delicate body trembled.
Even if she trusts Ye Feng, she cannot believe that Ye Feng can pass this level.
Suddenly, Mo Qingyan's face became extremely ugly.
"Hahaha, Lord Zhuque, I will give you a chance to stop loss. As long as you admit defeat now, I can only use the power of the five provinces under the Huawu Organization, how about it?" Hong Zijing smiled and looked as if he was sure to win.
Give up
Mo Qingyan's nails stabbed into the flesh and blood, and used this sting to force himself to calm down.
"What should I do if you say "Heaven's heart has sunk to the bottom. Perhaps stop loss is the only way now.
"Ye Feng may not lose"
Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and looked at Hong Zi Jingshen's gaze. "Old Master Hong, before the victory or defeat is decided, you should not be so confident. Don't lose the power of ten provinces and be slapped in the face."
"Mr. Zhuque, you really don't cry until you see the coffin. This is a challenge that cannot be completed at all. Let me tell you, Ye Feng is dead."
"I don't think so. The so-called miracles are created by people."
"Miracle Zhuque, please keep your extravagant hope. Soon, you will be completely desperate. At that time, the forces of the ten provinces of Huawu organization will belong to our Hongmen. Lord Zhuque Baihu, and you will also
I really look forward to that scene to be a sinner for this.”
Huh Huh Huh Huh
In a blink of an eye, the geniuses in various eras, led by Murong Yu, Zhuge Ke and Su Che, rushed towards Ye Feng at the same time.
"The geniuses of the past have all gone"
Ye Feng huh, he firmly believes that this era only belongs to him