"It's easier for me."

Ye Feng held the compass with a smile on his face, cupped his hands to Zhou Jian beside him and said, "Thank you so much this time, senior."

"You're welcome. There's nothing to do now. I'll repair the gaps in the formation first. If you need anything, call me." Zhou Jian waved his hand and strode away.

"Master, I'm going to refine the fragments of the bloody sickle. Once completely refined, the power of the radiant mirror can be increased by at least 30%."

Guanghui Daojun had a smile on his face.

In addition to refining the bloody sickle, he is also preparing to absorb the nine-color enlightenment tea leaves given by the invincible old man. Maybe he will be promoted to Taoist Master at some time.

"Go!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

…

A certain mountain range in Yunzhou.

There is a dark night attic suspended in the mountain.

A glowing man opened his eyes and looked at the soul tablet behind him. He found that the soul tablet with the four characters "Blood Scythe Taoist" on it had been broken, and he frowned immediately.

"The Blood Scythe Daojun is a high-level reaper. His peak cultivation level was actually killed instantly. It seems that this mission did not go well. The information provided by the Lord of Shenque City was simply false. Ye Feng at least had combat power behind him.

There are existences that are comparable to half a Taoist priest. There is even a real hidden Taoist priest sitting there."

The elder of Dark Night Pavilion murmured.

As a Taoist, he has keen perception.

He felt that even if he took action, he might not be able to win over Ye Feng. Combined with recent news, he learned that Ye Feng had become Yujing City's most distinguished guest, and the backer behind him might be Tao Zun in the middle and late stages. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yujing City to win.

Treat him like this.

"Lord of Shenque City... you provided false information and caused this elder to lose a powerful general. I will use your son to repay you in the future!"

The elder of Dark Night Pavilion had a cold voice.

…

Within the Chaos Dao Sect.

Ye Feng was trying to put the body of the Blood Scythe Dao Lord into the Three Realms universe, and then discovered that once he tried to put this person's body into the universe, the universe would experience terrible fluctuations, as if it was going to explode.

"The corpse of Dao Lord at his peak is so terrifying!"

Ye Feng had no choice but to pull out the Taichu Sword embryo and cut the body of the Blood Scythe Dao Lord into tens of thousands of pieces.

Every piece is as crystal clear as jade.

At first glance, these tens of thousands of fragments gave people the impression of blood-colored crystals. No one would have thought that these were the corpses of an ancient powerful man.

Whoosh whoosh!

After being divided, the single coercion emitted by the corpse of the Blood Scythe Daojun plummeted, and it could finally be collected by Ye Feng into the Three Realms Universe and buried under the Shenzhou Continent.

Wow!

Each corpse exudes a powerful aura that surpasses the peak of the Nine-turn Heavenly Lord, transforming the mountains and rivers, forming tens of thousands of cosmic-level spiritual veins, exuding a steady stream of law origins and various spiritual energy, fairy energy, and divine energy.

Millions of miles around the spiritual vein are holy places for cultivation.

This promotes the development and evolution of the universe, and also makes the practitioners in the Three Realms universe stronger. The Hundred-level Immortal Emperors have sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain. The total number has exceeded tens of thousands. Even the Half-Step Heavenly Lord and the Quasi-Celestial Lord don’t know how many there are.

, the whole universe is booming.

Then, Ye Feng took out the compass, took out the tens of thousands of corpses with top physiques sealed inside, extracted the essence of the physiques inside, and distributed them to the sect members.

In this way, a batch of holy bodies and divine bodies were created.

Rumble!

Another disciple broke through from Quasi-Tianzun to Tianzun, causing a mighty thunder catastrophe, and went through the tribulation in a remote area of ​​​​the origin of all things, but did not attract much attention.

Ye Feng glanced at the sect panel.

The current number of Heavenly Lords in Piaomiao Holy Sect has actually reached several hundred. If this continues, it will soon exceed one thousand, which makes Ye Feng very happy.

“It’s really good!”

Ye Feng nodded secretly, expressing satisfaction.

Not long after.

Ye Feng came to the back mountain of the Chaos Dao Sect and made a copy of the handwriting of the Supreme Elder of the Space Clan, thinking about whether to give it to Tian Qi.

Patriarch Yujing has promised to let him browse the ancient books in the library at will, and he can also take away some of the ancient books at will.

Strictly speaking, this manuscript is completely Ye Feng's private property.

Therefore, Ye Feng has the right to dispose of it.

Tianqi is his friend, so Ye Feng decided to share the manuscript with Tianqi, which might help Tianqi break the curse and be promoted to Taoist Lord.

"Ye Feng, are you looking for me?"

After receiving the notice, Tianqi immediately walked out of the Time Acceleration Altar and looked at Ye Feng with curiosity.

"This manuscript was left by a supreme elder of your space clan. I plan to show it to you." Ye Feng handed over the half-foot-thick manuscript.

"This is... the handwriting of our last clan leader! Oh my God, there are so many ways to break through Daojun recorded on it. Although most of them are just hypotheses, three of them are very reliable."

Tianqi looked at the letter and his heart trembled wildly.
Chapter completed!