Qiankun Gourd

Upon hearing this, the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor's expression instantly turned cold. "You dare to break the contract? Don't forget that you are only an eighth-rank Saint Emperor! No matter how powerful you are, you will surely die if the Heavenly Spirit Saint Lord attacks you."

However, Ye Feng seemed not to have heard his words. With a slight movement of his mind, the figure of the fifth elder instantly exploded and turned into a bloody mist.

"Fifth Junior Brother!" Seeing this, the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor was filled with grief and anger. He made a hand gesture and golden light appeared and attacked Ye Feng.

Ye Feng waved his sleeves, and streaks of fire shot out and collided with the golden light before dissipating. The fire went straight to the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor, who urged a spell in his hand and a golden space domain appeared, instantly scattering the fire and sweeping towards Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng seemed to be prepared.

He smiled coldly, and a gray light shot out from his hand, instantly piercing through the golden space field and sweeping towards the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor.

"Not good!" The Golden Spirit Saint Emperor was shocked upon seeing this, and hurriedly used a spell in his hand to create a huge defensive light shield in front of him.

However, this defensive light shield was instantly shattered by the bombardment of the gray light, which hit the body of the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor and passed through his chest.

"Puff!" Blood spurted out from the chest of the Golden Spirit Saint Emperor, and his body instantly became weak.

However, his Nascent Soul took advantage of the situation and flew out to escape from here.

An invisible force wrapped him up and sent him into the small gourd in Ye Feng's hand.

"From today on, the Golden Spirit Holy City will no longer exist." Ye Feng said lightly as he looked at the tragic scene in front of him.

As he spoke, he activated a spell in his hand and tens of thousands of huge fireballs fell from the sky and smashed into the Jinling Holy City.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Accompanied by deafening noises, the entire Jinling Holy City instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The monks in the city were either killed or fled, and the city was in a mess.

The Golden Spirit Holy City was reduced to ashes under Ye Feng's power.

When Ye Feng stood on the ruins of the Golden Spirit Holy City, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He turned to look at the old man in white robe and said calmly: "The next one is the Water Spirit Holy City."

The old man in white robe trembled in his heart when he heard this. He knew that he had no way out and could only continue to lead the way for Ye Feng.

In this way, the old man in white robe took Ye Feng and flew towards the Shuiling Holy City.

However, before they reached the Shuiling Holy City, they were surrounded and attacked by Tianling Saint and many Ninth-Rank Saint Emperors.

But he suddenly changed his mind.

"There are too many people here. I can only bear with it for now." Ye Feng said to himself.

He knew that it was not a wise move to fight with everyone at this time, so he decided to leave here first and make plans later.

However, the old man in white robe was not as lucky as Ye Feng. He became the scapegoat for Ye Feng's escape and was surrounded and killed by Tianling Shengzun and others. Ye Feng took the opportunity to escape and disappeared into the sky.

Ye Feng's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant, like a meteor streaking across the sky, rushing straight towards the direction of the human race.

Upon seeing this, Tianling Shengzun and others immediately chased after him. Their speed was also amazing. It didn't take long before they surrounded Ye Feng in the center.

"Human cultivator, you can't escape today!" A young man in a white robe spoke coldly. He was none other than the Holy Lord Tianling.

Before he finished speaking, he activated the magic formula in his hand and a white space field instantly appeared, like an invisible giant net, covering Ye Feng.

Seeing this, other spirit race monks also used their own space domains to launch a fierce attack on Ye Feng. For a time, Ye Feng was surrounded by many space domains and the situation was critical.

However, Ye Feng did not show any sign of panic.

He urged the magic formula in his hand, and a nine-colored space domain instantly appeared, like a colorful barrier.

He was firmly protected in it. This nine-color space field exuded a powerful aura, blocking all attacks outside.

Although Ye Feng barely blocked the attacks of the crowd, it was not easy to defeat them.

At this moment, Hu Ling'er's voice rang in his mind: "Young Master, use the Chaos Divine Blade to break their space domain, and I will absorb their Nascent Soul!"

Ye Feng's heart moved when he heard this, and he asked, "Ling'er, can you do it?"

Hu Ling'er confidently transmitted her voice: "Yes, sir, rest assured. I am now at the third level of Saint Venerable Realm, and no one in this world can be my opponent."

Hearing Hu Ling'er's answer, Ye Feng made up his mind. With a slight movement of his spiritual power, a golden three-pointed, double-edged sword instantly shot out and attacked the space field of the spirit cultivators.

This golden three-pointed, double-edged sword was exactly the Divine Blade of Hun Tian. It emitted a dazzling light, and wherever it passed, the space was shattered.

Bang, bang, bang! Under the attack of the Chaos Divine Blade, the space domains of all the Spiritual Clan cultivators, including the Holy Lord Tianling, were shattered one after another.

Everyone was shocked and exclaimed: "What? How is this possible?"

"What kind of treasure is that weapon?" They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, their hearts filled with shock and horror.

Just as they were in panic, a small gourd spun around and flew out in an instant, releasing a powerful force that swept towards these people.

"Oh no, my Nascent Soul is out of control!" The Fire Spirit Saint Emperor shouted loudly, his face full of fear and despair.

"My Nascent Soul too..." Others also shouted, and their Nascent Souls were also uncontrollably sucked into the small gourd.

As their Nascent Souls were extracted, their bodies quickly turned into nothingness, leaving only a dozen or so sacred storage vessels floating in the air.

Seeing this, Ye Feng waved his hand and collected all the holy artifacts.

"Ling'er, you are getting better and better!" Ye Feng looked at Hu Ling'er, his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction.

Hu Ling'er transmitted the message: "Master, my memory has been fully restored. If we reach the Chaos Realm, I will be able to help you better."

Hearing Hu Ling'er's words, Ye Feng smiled happily and said, "That's great!"

After dealing with these spirit cultivators, Ye Feng did not linger any longer. He turned into a beam of light and returned to the human race's Lingqing Holy Sect to practice in seclusion.

In this battle, Lingqing Sect suffered heavy losses. Elder Zhou, Elder Xue, and Elder He died one after another, and only Ye Feng returned safely.

Sun Qing was extremely sad, as he knew that the future of Lingqing Sect was in jeopardy.

However, several years later, a gray light suddenly shot up from the sky above the Lingqing Mountains, illuminating the entire Saint Venerable State. This light was the light of the Saint Venerable, indicating that someone had advanced to the Saint Venerable realm.

Seeing this light, the human cultivators were all shocked. They discussed: "That is... that is the light of the Saint! Our human race has gained another Saint-level cultivator."