After Tucheng Daosheng, my identity was exposed

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Houtu Zuwu advised.

The danger of Emperor Jiang Zuwu doing this is too great.

He was unwilling to go to his brother to take such a big risk.

"We have other ways."

At this time, Ye Feng appeared out of thin air.

After this period of time, he continuously asked the great powers of the wild to come to answer the questions, and his cultivation base has reached the realm of quasi-sage and great consummation.

Fully raised three small realms.

Moreover, the skyrocketing power of heels, divine power, physical body, and law control.

Let Ye Feng's confidence soar.

He felt that maybe he could try to fight the saint!

Break the prehistoric law that all saints are ants.

Chapter 242 Breaking the Law

Hou Tu Zu Wu and others saw Ye Feng leaving the customs and felt the aura emanating from Ye Feng's body.

His face was suddenly full of surprise.

"I didn't expect that my eldest nephew's cultivation has caught up to ours."

"Maybe even my uncle can't beat him, haha."

Zhu Rongzu said with a smile.

"Be confident and remove maybe."

"You were almost killed by the Second Emperor of the East, but it was the eldest nephew who rescued you."

"At that time, my eldest nephew's cultivation was still a little lower than yours."

"Do you think you are still the nephew's opponent?"

Gonggong Zuwu patted Zhu Rong on the shoulder.

"This……"

Zhu Rong Zuwu heard the words, although he was very reluctant to admit it in his heart, but it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Ye Feng's fighting power is obvious to all.

In the early stage of Zhunsheng, he killed the ancestor Kunpeng in the middle stage of Zhunsheng.

If it is a struggle with the realm, Zhu Rong Zuwu really feels a little guilty about Ye Feng.

"I was restrained..."

Zhu Rong Zuwu's face turned red, and he threw all the blame on Tu Wujian.

"Cut, weak chickens have many reasons."

Gonggong Zuwu rolled his eyes mockingly.

"Nephew, did you just say that there are other ways?"

Emperor Jiang Zuwu asked.

"Ah."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Another way is to kill the Heaven Realm, occupy the Sun Star, and prevent Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi from forming the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation."

Ye Feng said.

"This……"

The Twelve Ancestral Witch was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

The sun star is indeed one of the most important hubs of the Zhoutian star formation.

If they can occupy the sun star, it will indeed make it impossible for the Yaozu to activate the Zhoutian Star Dou formation.

"Even so."

"It's still very risky for the eldest brother to fight against Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi alone."

"Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are not the ones who are allowed to guide such people who use the merits of heaven to become saints."

Houtu Zuwu said, still worried about Dijiang.

"I know."

"So, Uncle Dijiang only needs to concentrate on dealing with Donghuang Taiyi."

"Let me deal with Di Jun."

Ye Feng said seriously.

As soon as Ye Feng said this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches showed shock on their faces.

Then, the shock quickly turned into a wry smile.

"Nephew, uncle knows that you have broken through three small realms in a row, and your strength has greatly increased."

"However, you should have experienced that all saints are ants."

"The first time we activated the Dutian Shensha formation, we easily blasted away the Hunyuan Heluo formation of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi."

"But the Taiqing sage disintegrated Pan Gu's real body with one finger."

"A saint is definitely not something a quasi-sage can fight against."

Zhu Rong Zuwu explained with a wry smile.

He felt that Ye Feng should have improved by leaps and bounds, and because he was young, he was a little bloated.

However, this is quite normal in the eyes of the ancestral witches.

"Of course I know."

"But the senior World Master said that my strength is enough to fight against the saint."

Ye Feng said, moving out his other identity again.

Sure enough, I heard from Ye Feng that it was judged by the "World Master".

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at each other and began to believe it.

However, the quasi-sage's confrontation with the saint is still too shocking.

Even if it was the golden mouth opened by the "Senior World Master" this time, the ancestral witches still didn't fully believe it.

Ye Feng saw the suspicious looks of his mother and uncles.

He knew that if he couldn't convince them.

They would not allow themselves to challenge the sanctified Dijun.

Ye Feng raised his hand, and slowly patted Zhu Rong Zuwu beside him.

Zhu Rong Zuwu originally had a faint smile on his face.

But as Ye Feng's hand approached slowly, his body trembled, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, feeling a great crisis.

This feeling made Zu Rong Zhu feel as if he was in the mouth of a chaotic beast.

He wanted to fight, but found that he couldn't raise the slightest intention of resistance now.

Even, the aura emanating from Ye Feng's body was even more terrifying, directly imprisoning Zhu Rong.

In front of Ye Feng, Zhu Rong Zuwu didn't even have the ability to escape, let alone resist.

However, Gonggong Zuwu and others standing next to Zhurong Zuwu did not feel the pressure at all.

Only Houtu Zuwu and Dijiang Zuwu felt Ye Feng's extraordinary.

Seeing that Zhu Rong Zuwu had no resistance at all, Dijiang Zuwu also raised his hand and pressed it against Ye Feng's palm.

Ye Feng saw Emperor Jiang Zuwu wanting to test his own strength.

With a thought, he really started to exert his strength.

And Dijiang Zuwu also felt the great pressure in an instant.

He also had to show his true strength to fight.

"boom!"

An invisible breath erupted from Di Jiang and Ye Feng.

The Houtu Ancestor Witch waved his hand, dispelling all the energy ripples that erupted from the two of them.

Otherwise, this nether world with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles will collapse.

Dijiang Zuwu didn't really use his strength at first, for fear of hurting Ye Feng.

But he found that Ye Feng's expression was very relaxed.

Only then did Di Jiang dare to increase his strength slowly.

[-]%.

Twenty percent.

[-]%.

Dijiang Zuwu found that Ye Feng's face became serious only after he had exerted [-]% of his strength.

Moreover, Ye Feng's figure remained motionless even under the physical strength of his Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian level.

After the real test, Emperor Jiang Zuwu was convinced that Ye Feng had indeed possessed the strength to fight against the saint.

He vented the strength in his hand, and then retracted his palm.

Ye Feng smiled slightly at Emperor Jiang Zuwu, and withdrew his arm.

The scene was suddenly silent.

Zhu Rong and the other ancestral witches were dumbfounded, each of them was dumbfounded, and there was a turbulent wave in their hearts, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

After a full quarter of an hour, everyone came back to their senses.

However, the way they looked at Ye Feng changed completely, as if they were looking at a monster.

"The eldest nephew is too evil..."

Zhu Rong Zuwu sighed.

He was still unwilling to admit that he was not as good as Ye Feng.

But now, he couldn't admit it even if he wanted to.

The rest of the ancestral witches also nodded, expressing their agreement.

Ye Feng, who is in the quasi-sage Dzogchen realm, can actually wrestle with Emperor Jiang Zuwu without losing the wind.

It's really too monstrous.

It seems that the law that all saints are ants is really about to be broken.

"You can rest assured now."

Ye Feng said.