Qiankun Gourd

Not long after, several old men in emerald green robes flew towards Ye Feng.

Their robes fluttered in the wind, revealing a majesty and power that should not be underestimated.

These elders are all high-ranking members of the Wood Spirit Saint Clan.

The leader was a skinny old man with an aged face, but his eyes were sparkling with brilliance. That was the unique temperament and pressure of an eighth-level Saint Emperor.

Behind him, there followed several elders of the Wood Spirit Saint Clan who had slightly weaker cultivation bases. Although their cultivation bases were only at the third or fourth level of the Saint Emperor Realm, they were already rare masters in the Wood Spirit Saint Clan.

Ye Feng stared at the flying old men with sharp eyes, and was secretly on guard in his heart.

He turned to the white-robed old man beside him and asked, "Is this old man the great elder of the Wood Spirit Saint Clan?"

The old man in white robe shook his head slightly and replied solemnly: "Senior, this is Mu Xin, the second elder of the Mu Ling Saint Clan."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng sneered, "You really underestimated me! But that's fine, I'll show them how powerful I am in a little while!"

The old man in white robes reminded quietly, "Senior, the Great Elder of the Wood Spirit Saint Clan, the Wood Spirit Saint Emperor, has gone out with the Heavenly Spirit Saint to fight against the human race, and is not with the clan at the moment."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly: "So that's how it is! No wonder they sent these elders with weaker cultivation."

When Mu Xin, the second elder of the Mu Ling Holy Clan, saw Ye Feng, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he made a hand gesture and a green light shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Ye Feng.

At the same time, the other elders behind him also emitted a green light.

Ye Feng snorted coldly: "Humph, you're looking for death!"

He waved his sleeves, and several purple lightning rays shot out like angry dragons emerging from the sea, colliding with the green lights in the air.

Bang, bang, bang! After a few loud noises, the green light was instantly shattered and turned into dots of green light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Mu Xin and the others were horrified when they saw this. They didn't expect Ye Feng to be so powerful that he could easily resolve the attack they launched together.

For a moment, they all retreated, with fear and terror on their faces. However, Ye Feng did not give them a chance to breathe.

He attacked again, and several purple lightning rays covered Mu Xin and others like a dragnet.

Ah! Ah! Ah! After a few screams, several Wood Spirit Saint Clan elders with low cultivation levels turned into a ball of blood mist and died on the spot.

Their bodies collapsed instantly under the bombardment of the purple lightning and turned into nothingness.

Mu Xin and others were also beaten back, with blood leaking from the corner of their mouths, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

"This human elder is so powerful!" The old man in white robe felt a chill in his heart when he saw this.

He didn't expect Ye Feng's strength to be so terrifying that even an eighth-level Saint Emperor like Mu Xin couldn't withstand one of his attacks.

Mu Xin frowned and sweat poured down his forehead.

He knew very well that he was in a desperate situation. If he did not take action, the entire Wood Spirit Holy Clan would face a catastrophic disaster.

"I'll give you a chance to call back the Mu Ling Holy Emperor, otherwise I will destroy your Mu Ling Holy City." Ye Feng said coldly.

Hearing this, Mu Xin's eyes flashed with determination: "If you want fewer, just kill them. No need to waste words! We in the Muling Saint Clan don't have a coward. We will never surrender to you!"

Ye Feng sneered: "Really? Then I will grant your wish!"

Several purple lightning bolts shot out from his hands again, and swung towards Mu Xin and others like the scythe of the god of death.

Bang! After a few loud noises, the two elders behind Mu Xin turned into a bloody mist and disappeared before his eyes.

Seeing this, Mu Xin completely collapsed.

"Ah...you!" Mu Xin shouted in despair.

He quickly took out the token and transmitted the message: "Great Elder! It's bad! A human cultivator has attacked our Muling Holy City!"

Thousands of miles away, the Wood Spirit Saint Emperor was fighting fiercely with a human cultivator.

The voice of the Second Elder Mu Xin suddenly appeared in his mind. The voice was weak and nervous.

The Holy Emperor Mu Ling was startled, and quickly made a feint and retreated.

After he retreated several dozen miles, he sent a message to the Holy Lord Tianling: "Senior! It's bad! A human cultivator attacked my Muling Holy City! I must rush back to provide support!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Tianling was shocked.

He didn't expect that there would be human cultivators who would launch a sneak attack on the rear of the elves. This was something he had never anticipated.

He asked suspiciously, "Mu Ling! Don't fall into their trap! There can't be any human cultivators behind us! Are you planning to retreat on purpose?"

However, before Saint Tianling had finished speaking, a disciple came to report: "Saint! A powerful human has intruded into our Spirit Clan's territory!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Tianling frowned, and he could hardly believe his ears.

How is this possible? How dare a human cultivator so boldly intrude into the Eldar territory?

Saint Tianling thought to himself, "Could it be that old fellow Mu Ling really doesn't want to fight anymore? Is he saying this on purpose to deceive me? But... this is unlikely! Mu Ling has always been loyal and it is impossible for him to do such a thing."

However, at this moment, another disciple came to report: "Saint! That human race strongman has already broken into the core area of ​​our spirit race! The situation is extremely critical!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Tianling was shocked: "This is bad! If we allow the human cultivators to wreak havoc behind us, we will definitely lose this battle!"

Thinking of this, Saint Tianling could only helplessly ask Saint Emperor Muling to go back to support Holy City Muling.

He knew very well that there was no room for hesitation or delay at this moment.

The Wood Spirit Saint Emperor did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly used the teleportation array to return to the Wood Spirit Saint City. He flew out and flew towards Ye Feng like a green lightning.

"Senior Brother! You are finally here!" When Mu Xin saw the arrival of Mu Ling Shengdi, he felt like he saw a savior.

He hurriedly reported: "It was this guy! He killed our other elders! He also threatened to destroy our Muling Holy City!"

Upon hearing this, the Wood Spirit Saint Emperor looked at Ye Feng with a sharp gaze: "Second Junior Brother! Stand aside! I will deal with this person!"

The old man in white robe said, "Senior! This man is the Wood Spirit Saint Emperor! The strongest among the Wood Spirit Saint Clan!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng sneered, "Finally here!"

The Wood Spirit Saint Emperor looked at Ye Feng, his eyes flashing with solemnity and anger: "No matter who you are! Killing my disciples! Killing my elders! You must pay the price!"

However, Ye Feng did not take him seriously.

A grey light shot out from his hand. The light was extremely fast and powerful, and it reached in front of Wood Spirit Saint Emperor in an instant.

The Wood Spirit Saint Emperor was shocked and flew backwards in a hurry. He urged the magic formula in his hand, and a green light shot out, and at the same time a green space field spread out around him.

Bang! After a loud bang, the gray light and the green light collided with each other.

The green light was instantly shattered, turning into dots of green light that dissipated between heaven and earth. The gray light continued to rush forward and hit the green space.

Boom! After several loud noises, the green space domain barely blocked the attack, but web-like cracks appeared all over its body.

Seeing this, Saint Emperor Mu Ling was shocked: "How is this possible? This kid is only at the eighth level of Saint Emperor! How can he be stronger than me, who is at the ninth level of Saint Emperor?"

However, Ye Feng did not give him a chance to breathe.

Bang! After a loud bang, the nine-color space domain shattered the green space domain. Seeing this, the Wood Spirit Saint Emperor wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The nine-colored space instantly enveloped them.

The Wood Spirit Saint Emperor shouted in despair, "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! We have no grudges against each other! Why did you do this to me?"

Ye Feng said coldly: "No grudges or hatred? Humph! My sect's Senior Sister He died at the hands of you spirit race! So! You all deserve to die!