Qiankun Gourd

With a loud rumbling sound, tens of thousands of disciples of the Tianji Holy Sect attacked the mountain guarding by Ye Feng.

Hearing the roar, Ye Feng opened his eyes slightly. He smiled and said, "Hey, it's finally here!"

"Brother Ye, there are tens of thousands of disciples from the Tianji Holy Sect trying to break into our protective formation."

A young man in a white robe reported from outside the cave.

"Let's prepare for battle!"

Ye Feng said lightly.

"But...but..." the young man in white robe said stutteringly.

"But what? Just say it!" Ye Feng asked in confusion.

"If they come with another cultivator of the First Order Saint King Realm, I'm afraid we are no match for them."

Said the young man in white robe.

"First-level Saint King Realm?"

"Humph, he's just a first-level Saint King. What's there to be afraid of? I'll leave this guy to you, and you guys deal with the other guy."

"Go down and pass the order!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly. If he wanted to enter the Saint King realm, he had to capture two Nascent Souls of the Saint King realm. Now that they were delivered to his doorstep, it was of course a good thing.

"Yes, sir!" Seeing that Ye Feng was confident, the young monk agreed and went to pass on the message.

Ye Feng stood up, walked out of the cave, and flashed into the sky. He saw tens of thousands of monks outside the magic circle controlling various holy weapons to attack the magic circle.

Among these tens of thousands of cultivators, the leader was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, exuding the aura of a first-level Saint King.

"It is indeed the first-level Saint King realm, great!"

Ye Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled happily.

A moment later, the disciples of the Thousand Saints Sect also flew out and landed in front of Ye Feng.

"Senior Brother Ye, we are all ready!" The young man in white robe came to Ye Feng and reported.

"Okay, open the mountain protection formation and kill them by surprise!"

Ye Feng said lightly.

"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing this, the young man in white robe immediately gave the order to open the mountain protection formation.

The mountain protection formation was suddenly opened, leaving Tianjisheng's disciples stunned for a moment. When they heard shouting and killing, they realized that the disciples of Qiansheng Sect were coming to kill them.

"Kill!" The burly middle-aged monk smiled slightly when he saw this scene.

Upon hearing the decree, the disciples of the Tianji Holy Sect rushed forward.

In a moment, the disciples of both sides started fighting.

Ye Feng turned into a beam of light and rushed straight towards the burly middle-aged monk. He pointed his finger and a giant green sword appeared and slashed towards the burly middle-aged monk.

"A ninth-level Heavenly Saint dares to attack me. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

The burly middle-aged monk smiled coldly, and a giant white blade emerged from behind his robe sleeve, attacking Ye Feng's giant green sword.

Bang!

The giant blade and the giant sword collided with each other, causing a loud bang and waves of air that spread in all directions.

The burly middle-aged monk's body trembled slightly and was shocked and flew backwards a thousand feet.

"What?" The burly middle-aged monk frowned slightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Damn it!" The burly middle-aged cultivator held a bunch of spells in his hand, and a white space field appeared. In the white space field, white sword beams appeared and attacked Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Ye Feng also made a hand gesture, and a nine-color space field appeared. In the nine-color space field, golden lightning flashed continuously and rushed towards the white space field opposite.

There was a loud rumble!

The two spatial domains collided with each other, causing rays of light to scatter in all directions.

The white sword beams and golden lightning beams soon intertwined together, and a spitting sound was heard.

The two of them fought evenly, and neither seemed to be able to do anything to the other.

The burly middle-aged cultivator smiled coldly, his mind moved slightly, and a white dragon tens of thousands of meters long appeared. The white dragon opened its mouth and spewed out an icy light to attack Ye Feng's nine-color space field.

"Thunderfire Beast, this ice dragon is yours!"

Ye Feng sent a message to the Purple Cloud Thunder Fire Beast.

The Purple Cloud Thunder Fire Beast flew out, and then its body grew rapidly, growing to about tens of thousands of feet tall. It then opened its mouth and spewed out a flame.

Seeing this, the white dragon spewed out a beam of icy light to attack the flames.

The flame and the ice collided with each other, and there was a loud bang.

Ye Feng fought with the burly man for hundreds of rounds without a clear winner.

It was the first time that the burly man encountered such a powerful ninth-level Heavenly Saint cultivator. He was sweating profusely and most of his immortal power had been consumed.

But Ye Feng didn't change at all.

"Humph, it's time to end it. The first-level Saint King realm is just like this."

Ye Feng smiled slightly, and a nine-colored lotus appeared in his hand. The lotus flashed and crashed into the white space area of ​​the burly man.

The white space shattered instantly. The burly man couldn't believe that this was true. He was actually defeated by a ninth-level Heavenly Saint cultivator.

Wow, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was shaken and flew backwards, his face was pale and bloodless.

In a moment, the nine-colored space field swallowed up the burly man, and countless golden sword lights attacked the burly man.

The burly man let out a miserable cry and died on the spot. His Nascent Soul tried to escape but was grabbed by Ye Feng and thrown into the small gourd.