Qiankun Gourd

As soon as the white-headed eagle finished speaking, it disappeared on the spot. The next moment, it appeared in front of Ye Feng, swung the long spear in its hand, and stabbed it towards Ye Feng's chest.

Ye Feng's blue divine eyes only saw a residual shadow falling in front of him. The Blue Moon Sword flashed and stabbed at the residual shadow.

Bang!

The halberd and the Blue Moon Sword collided, and there was a sound of explosion.

Ye Feng used up all of his eighth-rank golden immortal power, but still failed to block the opponent's attack. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was blown hundreds of feet away.

"This guy is too strong. With my current power, I am no match for him."

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, sir. I'll help you!"

Hu Ling'er transmitted the message.

"Ling'er, please be patient. It's not convenient for you to attack here. I will lead him to a deserted place and then attack him."

Ye Feng replied.

"Your Excellency is very capable. I admire you. Goodbye."

Ye Feng left a word, turned around and fled away.

How could the bald eagle let go of the duck it had caught? It flashed and turned into a stream of light and chased after Ye Feng.

Ye Feng also tried his best and used the Flying Thunder Technique more than ten times in a row. He flew several miles away in a flash and then began to escape.

The bald eagle is a ninth-level demon king and is quite fast, chasing closely behind.

After using the Flying Thunder Technique many times, Ye Feng consumed a lot of his immortal power. He took out a small gourd to replenish his immortal power and continued to escape.

The two of them chased each other, and soon they flew thousands of miles away.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Feng stopped in mid-air.

"Boy, you finally stopped running, prepare to die!"

The white-headed eagle sneered and immediately swung out the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. The Fang Tian Hua Ji was surrounded by black light and its length grew to a thousand feet. It smashed down towards Ye Feng fiercely.

Ye Feng waved his robe sleeves, and three flying swords came out at the same time. Then the three flying swords grew wildly, becoming hundreds of feet high and killing towards the Fang Tian Huaji.

The three flying swords and the Fang Tian Huaji collided with each other in an instant, and a shocking sound was heard.

"Ling'er, it's now!"

Ye Feng transmitted the message.

Then, a small gourd spun and flew out, and a powerful suction force from the small gourd swept towards the bald eagle.

The evil spirit on the bald eagle was gradually absorbed into the small gourd.

The moment the three flying swords collided with the Fang Tian Huaji, Ye Feng's body trembled and he retreated repeatedly.

The small gourd took action and continuously absorbed the evil energy from the bald eagle, causing the bald eagle's strength to decrease. Only then did Ye Feng gradually stabilize his body.

"what happened?"

The bald eagle also sensed something at this moment.

"Why is my magic power gradually decreasing? Is it because of that little gourd?"

The bald eagle looked at the small gourd and finally understood what was going on.

“Good boy, you actually have such a powerful treasure. If I kill you, the treasure will be mine.”

The bald eagle had a crazy idea and wanted to snatch the small gourd away.

He first took a bottle of pills to replenish his magic power, and then his body suddenly swelled up and transformed into a giant eagle a thousand feet tall.

The giant eagle was surrounded by demonic energy and his eyes were glowing with golden light. He opened his mouth wide and a beam of black light shot out, killing Ye Feng.

"Be careful, son!"

Hu Ling'er reminded.

"There's no one here, how about trying out the Heaven Devouring Magic Skill I've been practicing!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng made a hand gesture and two black devil claws flew out from behind him and grabbed the flying black light column.

Two black devil claws blocked the attack of the black light column.

"Hmm? The magic power of our ancient demon clan?"

The bald eagle recognized the origin of Ye Feng's magic power at a glance.

At this moment, a mouth as big as a thousand feet appeared in the sky. It opened wide and swallowed the bald eagle.

"This is... This is the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art... Impossible... How can a human cultivator like you know the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art?"

The bald eagle was greatly surprised. As a ninth-rank demon king, how could he not know the origin of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art?

When the bald eagle saw that things were not going well, he turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late. The beast swallowed it in one gulp.

“This is the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art!”

It was the first time that Ye Feng used this magic skill. He did not expect that its power was so strong that he swallowed a thousand-foot-long bald eagle in one gulp.

"Master, you actually know the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art?"

"Could it be that the master is a disciple of the White-Faced Demon Lord?"

"How is this possible? The master is a human, but the White-Faced Demon Lord is a demon?"

"However, it is not impossible for the White-Faced Demon Lord to accept a human disciple."

The Vulture Demon King hid in Ye Feng's sleeves, thinking secretly.

"The bald eagle was swallowed, so was his magic core also swallowed?"

"How to take it out?"

Ye Feng became thoughtful.

"Master, if you use your magic to swallow the white-headed eagle, his magic core will automatically be refined into magic power and enter your body."

The Vulture Demon King suddenly said.

After hearing this, Ye Feng felt that the immortal power in his body seemed to have increased a lot. He observed his cultivation level again and found that he had already entered the seventh level of Golden Immortal.

"The Heaven Devouring Demonic Art can actually be like this?"

Ye Feng was surprised and happy.

"Vulture, do you know that I am practicing the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art?"

Ye Feng's face darkened and he asked coldly.

"Master, I have heard something about the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, so I guessed a little."

Vulture said without hiding anything.

"I hope you won't talk nonsense!"

"If you talk nonsense, do you know my methods?"

Ye Feng said coldly.

"Little one, I dare not, I dare not!"

"I am willing to follow my master forever!"

The vulture hastened to show his loyalty.

Ye Feng is so powerful, how dare he betray him.

Ye Feng collected all the treasures, turned into a beam of light and returned to the Human Emperor City.

The human cultivators and the ancient demons fought fiercely for another month.

The ancient demons swarmed in continuously, and as each human monk died, one less person was left, and no one came to support them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the elders of the major sects sent messages one after another, asking their disciples to quickly evacuate the Human Emperor City and return to the Fairyland, and not to make any more meaningless sacrifices.

The battlefield outside the domain can no longer be defended.

At this time, the elders of all the major sects received news that other fairyland cities had fallen. The situation was hopeless, and the Human Emperor City had become an isolated city. There was no point in defending it any longer.

"All disciples, quickly use the teleportation array in the city to return to the fairyland!"

Ye Feng heard the voice of the second elder, Master Mingyun.

"It seems that we can't hold on!"

Ye Feng didn't think any more, and with a flash of his body, he flew towards the teleportation array in the city.

At the teleportation array, wave after wave of human monks evacuated the extraterritorial battlefield, and Ye Feng was among them.

Finally, a dozen Xuanxian also flew into the teleportation array and returned to the fairyland. After they withdrew, a loud rumbling sound was heard from the teleportation array.

The fairy world has lost the extraterritorial battlefield that maintains a balance with other worlds and can only rely on the power of space to resist the invasion of evil demons.

In this battle, all the sects in the Immortal Realm suffered heavy losses, but Ye Feng himself gained a lot. Not only did he advance to the seventh level of Golden Immortal, but he also obtained a large number of magic cores.

After Ye Feng returned to the sect, he was not in a hurry to apply to become an inner disciple, but continued to practice in seclusion.