Qiankun Gourd

Rays of lightning fell from the sky and struck Ye Feng. At the same time, the 50,000-foot-long halberd also smashed down towards Ye Feng.

Purple lightning flashed all around Ye Feng, and the green sword instantly changed to a length of about 50,000 feet, with purple lightning shooting out.

Crackling! Crackling! Crackling!

The purple lightning collided with the white lightning, and the green giant sword collided with the giant halberd.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of explosions continued.

The white lightning was no match for the purple lightning and was beaten back step by step. The giant halberd was also unable to withstand the attack of the giant sword and was retreating step by step.

The young man in white robe turned pale and bloody, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Ye Feng was unharmed and stood there leisurely with a smile on his face.

"ah...!"

The young man in white robe finally couldn't hold it anymore and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The white lightning and the giant halberd were shattered at the same time.

The giant sword swung down, instantly splitting him in half.

His Nascent Soul tried to escape, but was grabbed and thrown to Wangcai and the others.

The young man in white robe was killed, and a monk in green robe came to kill him. This monk in green robe also had the cultivation level of a fifth-level god. He controlled a giant blue sword of 50,000 feet and attacked Ye Feng from behind.

Ye Feng dodged the attack, turned around and pointed the giant green sword towards the young man in green robe.

The young man in green robe waved his hand and the blue giant sword blocked in front of him.

Boom!

Click, click, click!

His blue giant sword was shattered by a single blow.

"not good!"

The green-robed monk shouted, and a ray of light blocked in front of him. The light runes flashed, and a blue light shot out.

The blue light collided with the green giant sword, and the blue light was shattered by one blow with a puff!

The green-robed monk screamed and died on the spot, and his Nascent Soul was given to Wangcai and the others by Ye Feng.

"The fifth-level Divine Monarch cultivator is too weak."

Ye Feng smiled coldly and rushed forward again. Seeing how powerful he was, those fifth-level God King cultivators dodged away.

He quickly killed his way into the ranks of the sixth-level Divine Lord-level Divine Clan cultivators.

A red-haired young man, holding a flame gun, rushed towards Ye Feng. This red-haired young man had the cultivation level of a sixth-level God Lord.

Ye Feng pointed and the green sword flew towards the red-haired young man.

The red-haired young man cast a spell in his hand, and a flame shot out from the flame gun, which actually hit the green sword at the same time.

Bang!

The green sword was knocked back, and the red-haired young man trembled slightly and was also knocked back.

The green giant sword shone brightly, and instantly transformed into a size of forty or fifty thousand feet long, and slashed towards the red-haired young man.

The red-haired young man smiled coldly, and a flaming palm appeared and slashed at the giant green sword, while the flaming spear in his hand flew out and killed Ye Feng.

Ye Feng grabbed the flaming spear with one hand, and then a cold light shot out from his hand. In a moment, a white flame wrapped around the flaming spear.

The white flames intertwined with the red flames on the flaming spear. The red flames were no match and were quickly extinguished. The spear was quickly frozen and shattered with a crackling sound.

"My Xuanling Fire Lance is extremely powerful, and you actually destroyed it!"

The red-haired young man's face darkened and he shouted loudly.

"Hmph, you should worry about yourself!"

At this moment, the green giant sword shattered the giant flaming palm and reached the head of the red-haired young man.

The red-haired young man turned around and tried to escape, but was hit by a purple lightning bolt shot out by Ye Feng, and the giant green sword chopped him down.

Aaah...!

With a scream, he was split into two halves, and his Nascent Soul was also collected by Ye Feng.

"A Nascent Soul of the Sixth Order Divine Sovereign Realm, not bad!"

"Not enough is not enough!"

"I also need Nascent Souls of the seventh and eighth level Divine Lord realms."

Ye Feng wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to hunt more Nascent Souls so that he could improve his cultivation to the Divine Emperor realm as soon as possible.

Next, he killed another god-clan cultivator at the sixth level of the Divine Lord realm.

When they met a young man in purple robe, the two were engaged in a tough battle. This young man in purple robe had the cultivation level of a seventh-level god.

Only then did Ye Feng believe that the strength of the God Clan cultivators far exceeded that of their Five Halls cultivators.

"I never thought that there would be such a talented cultivator among the human race."

Seeing that he couldn’t defeat Ye Feng for a while, the purple-robed young man was filled with admiration in his heart.

With his strength, killing an eighth-level Divine Lord cultivator from the Fifth Hall would be no problem for him. But today he met this kid who was only fifth-level Divine Lord, and he actually fought him to a draw. It would be strange if he was not surprised.

"Kid, please leave your name and we will fight again another day!"

The purple-robed young man said calmly.

"Hmph, there's no need to fight another day. The winner can be decided today!"

Ye Feng laughed coldly, and with a wave of his robe sleeve, a small purple hammer spun out, and the small hammer instantly turned into a giant hammer of fifty or sixty thousand feet.

Purple lightning flashed on the giant hammer and smashed towards the purple-robed young man.

"Purple Xiao Divine Thunder!"

"No wonder you are so strong. You actually obtained the inheritance of Purple Xiao God."

"Okay, you're so cruel! Goodbye!"

When the purple-robed young man saw this, he turned around and flew away into the distance.

The purple-robed young man was not worried that he could not defeat Ye Feng, but he was worried that even if he did, both of them would suffer losses, and he would not be in a good situation at that time, so it would be better for him to avoid him.

But Ye Feng didn't want to let him go. He controlled the purple giant hammer and instantly appeared behind him, smashing it down hard.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you, little brat."

Seeing Ye Feng chasing him relentlessly, the purple-robed young man immediately became furious, and he used a spell in his hand, and a purple fan appeared. The purple fan instantly grew rapidly and turned into a size of about fifty or sixty thousand feet.

With a gentle wave of the fan, a purple wind dragon appeared and rushed straight towards the giant hammer.

In a moment, the purple giant hammer and the purple wind dragon collided with each other, and a shocking sound was heard.

The two sides were deadlocked, unable to determine the winner.

The two of them fought for no apparent number of rounds or for how long.

"Fellow Daoist, if we continue to fight like this, we will both be hurt. How about we both stop fighting?"

Magical stones kept appearing in the hands of the purple-robed young man to replenish his immortal power, and it seemed that he could no longer hold on.

"No need, because you are going to die soon!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and a third eye suddenly appeared on his forehead. A nine-colored light shot out instantly, and the speed was so fast that even the young man in purple robe could not see it clearly.

With a "whoosh" sound, it pierced through the purple-robed young man's forehead!

"What..."

The purple-robed young man widened his eyes in disbelief, and his Nascent Soul flew out and fled into the distance.

Ye Feng flew up, grabbed his Nascent Soul in his hand, and threw it into the small gourd.

"The Protoss monks are indeed very powerful. It seems they need to be more restrained!"

Ye Feng took a deep breath and stopped flying forward, but retreated.

On the other side, with the efforts of many monks from the Five Halls, a gap was torn open and they all broke out from this gap.

The monks from the five major halls retreated hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Divine Realm Mountains and set up camp.