Ye Feng spread his hands.

He also wanted to get the power of the ancient holy god, but the other party lent him power once, which was very stingy.

"impossible!"

The Ancient Sage of Jiaoyang was in disbelief and grabbed Ye Feng's hand. The holy power circled around his body. He found that there was indeed no aura of the ancient holy god, and he was even more surprised.

"It seems that I saw it wrong."

The Ancient Sage Jiaoyang muttered, feeling inexplicably happy.

As long as the power of the ancient Holy God is still there, it is possible for him to absorb it, and once he succeeds, not to mention breaking through and becoming a saint, he can at least walk sideways in the realm of sainthood.

"Senior Ancient Saint, who is the Ancient Saint?" Ye Feng took this opportunity to ask.

"The secret must not be revealed!"

The Ancient Sage of Jiaoyang failed.

Hearing this, Ye Feng curled his lips.

"I called you here today, probably for these things."

"Ye Feng, many of our holy realms are outside the territory to resist foreign enemies. There is no holy realm in China mainland for the time being. If the clan is in chaos, we will have to rely on you quasi-sages to support us in the future."

"If something unexpected happens to us outside the territory, the Holy Land of the Sun will have no choice but to ask you to take care of us."

The Ancient Sage of Jiaoyang has a kind of meaning of entrusting an orphan.

Ye Feng looked solemn.

He could tell that the war outside the territory was terrifying.

Even those who are as strong as the Holy Realm may fall!
Chapter completed!