Qiankun Gourd

Ye Feng's nine-color space field, like a violent storm, slammed heavily into the white space field and the red space field.

Boom! Boom!

These two loud noises were like the collapse of the sky and the earth, and the entire space was shaking.

The young man in white robe and the female monk in pink dress were completely unprepared. Under this sudden attack, their bodies trembled slightly, and then they were shocked and flew backwards, flying a distance of a thousand feet.

They both spat out blood at the same time, and their faces turned pale as paper in an instant.

"Seventh level Holy Emperor realm!"

After the young man in white robe stabilized his body, he looked at Ye Feng with a look of disbelief in his eyes. He really couldn't imagine that a cultivator of the seventh level of Saint Emperor could actually defeat the two of them at once.

"Brother, this person is so strong!"

The pink-dressed nun said in horror as blood continued to flow from her mouth. At this moment, her heart was filled with fear and despair. She had never encountered such a powerful enemy before.

"who are you?"

The young man in white robe asked angrily, with a hint of trembling in his voice, obviously shocked by Ye Feng's strength.

"Ye Feng from the Lingqing Holy Sect! You killed Elder He from my sect, you must die today."

Ye Feng's words were cold and firm, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, two black and white lightning bolts shot out from his hands and instantly shot out, heading straight for the young man in white robe and the female monk in pink dress.

Seeing this scene, the young man in white robe and the female monk in pink skirt were both shocked.

They hurriedly made hand gestures, and a white barrier and a red barrier instantly appeared in front of them.

Click, click, click!

The sound of the white and red barriers shattering was heard, accompanied by two screams, and the black and white lightning went straight for the two of them.

Ah...! Ah...!

The two were instantly hit by the black and white lightning. Their bodies trembled constantly under the bombardment of the lightning, and they let out shrill screams.

Their Nascent Souls wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but as soon as they flew out of their bodies, they were restrained by an invisible force and could not escape, and finally fell in front of Ye Feng.

"Senior, spare me, spare me!"

The Nascent Souls of the two kept begging Ye Feng for mercy, their voices filled with fear and despair.

Ye Feng smiled coldly. He ignored the two's pleas for mercy and threw the female Yuanying to Wangcai beside him. Wangcai was a powerful spirit beast. It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the female Yuanying in one gulp.

The male Yuanying was placed into a small gourd by Ye Feng, ready for refining.

In this battle, the monks of Lingqing Holy Sect won a great victory. They wiped out all the Ling clan monks who had launched a sneak attack.

However, these victories were not enough to dispel the hatred in Ye Feng's heart.

"Kill me, Elder He, and I will not let you spirits go."

Ye Feng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his voice was cold and firm.

"You can sneak attack us through the Rulin Sacred Valley, so why can't we sneak attack you?"

Ye Feng said this, then turned back to his cave and began to practice in seclusion. He wanted to improve his strength in the shortest possible time to avenge the death of Elder He.

With the help of the "Chaos Sutra" and the immortal liquid refined by the Nascent Soul of the Eighth Level Saint Emperor, Ye Feng's cultivation improved at an astonishing speed.

In just three months, he raised his cultivation to the eighth level of Holy Emperor.

During these three months, he practiced day and night and finally made a breakthrough.

During this period, the Ling Clan sent several teams to launch a surprise attack on the Lingqing Holy Sect, but none of them returned.

The Spirit Clan was unaware of Ye Feng's retreat for cultivation, so they still attempted to weaken the strength of the Lingqing Holy Sect through a sneak attack.

However, their plans failed time and time again, and they suffered heavy losses.

At this moment, the human army and the elf army were confronting each other in the Human-Spirit Mountains, and neither side gained the upper hand.

Because the two sides were equally strong, they remained in a stalemate. The Eldar lost a lot of manpower due to the failed sneak attack, so they did not send anyone into the Rulin Valley.

After Ye Feng came out of seclusion, he first arranged for people to guard the pass to ensure the safety of Lingqing Shengzong. Then he turned into a beam of light and flew straight to the territory of the Ling Clan.

He wanted to kill people in the territory of the spirit race to avenge the death of Elder He.

On the ground of the Holy Valley of Confucianism, the spiritual monks set up a series of magic arrays in an attempt to block the attack of the human monks.

He transformed into a streak of light and flew past. The magic arrays shattered one after another and were unable to stop his progress.

"There are human cultivators rushing over here!"

"There are human cultivators rushing over here!"

"There are human cultivators rushing over here!"

Seeing Ye Feng rushing over, a spiritual cultivator shouted loudly.

Their voices were filled with fear and anxiety.

"Capture the human monk!"

An old man in a white robe shouted loudly in the distance.

He is a cultivator at the fifth level of the Holy Emperor realm and has considerable strength.

"It's you I've been waiting for!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hands, countless purple lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck towards these spiritual monks.

These lightning bolts were like divine punishment, instantly submerging these spiritual monks.

Click, click, click!

Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!

Thunder and screams resounded all around, and those spirit monks were instantly turned into blood mist under the bombardment of lightning and dissipated in the surroundings.

The entire battlefield became a mess, filled with blood and death.

The old man in white robe barely blocked Ye Feng's attack and turned around to escape.

However, Ye Feng followed closely behind him. He flew up, grabbed the white-robed old man by the neck, and lifted him up high.

"Escape! Where are you going to escape to?"

Ye Feng laughed coldly.

"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"

The old man in white robe begged bitterly.

There was fear and despair in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by Ye Feng's strength.

"I won't let you die!"

A white flame shot out from Ye Feng's hand, and the white flame instantly flew into the body of the old man in white robe.

The old man in white robe was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Thank you, senior, for showing mercy!"

The old man in white robe thanked him in a panic. He knew that he was lucky to be able to save his life.

"Don't be happy too soon. I have planted a fire in the center of your body. If you dare to mess around, you will surely die."

Ye Feng said coldly.

"Let me ask you, which city is the largest city from here?"

Ye Feng continued to ask.

"The largest city from here is the Muling Holy City, which is 300,000 miles away. It is the main city of the Muling Holy Clan."

The old man in white robe said without hesitation. He knew that his life was in Ye Feng's hands, so he didn't dare to hide anything.

"Okay, take me there!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

"I wonder what the senior is doing in the Holy City of Muling?"

The old man in white robe asked cautiously. He tried to find out the other party's intention from Ye Feng's words.

Snap!

Ye Feng slapped the old man in white robe in the face, and he was dizzy and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

A red and swollen slap mark instantly appeared on his face.

"You talk too much nonsense. If you keep talking nonsense, I will slap you in the face!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

"lead the way!"

Ye Feng ordered again.

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"

The old man in white robe nodded repeatedly in fear. He took a deep breath, and after he recovered, he took Ye Feng and flew towards the Muling Holy City.

After flying for about a quarter of an hour, a huge city appeared in front of us.

The city was magnificent, with walls towering into the sky, like an indestructible fortress. At the same time, a team of patrolling monks saw Ye Feng.

"It's the human race, it's a human cultivator!"

They were so scared that they immediately returned to the city and reported to the elders of the Mu Ling Holy Clan.

Ye Feng stood there, motionless. His goal was to lure out the old monsters from the Wood Spirit Saint Clan and then massacre the city.