Sword, and wind.

The black aura flowed over the red jade sword body!

The chaotic wind and sand rushed past the wind...

The long scattered hair is dancing and flying!

His eyes raised slightly and looked at the immortal Lord.

At this moment... Yan Feng's temperament changed completely!

That is the supreme power, looking down on the world and looking down on chaos!

"Baili Moyun... Do you really think that just such a sword intent can suppress me again?!"

The Immortal Lord began to roar!

"You look down on me too much!"

A land of millions of feet in a radius, the sky, the earth, and the endless black air flows and surging!

This world is trembling violently!

With the roar of the Immortal Lord, everything... is like destroying the world, and this world is about to be broken!

The black air surged, and there was a huge figure between the heaven and the earth, condensed from the heaven and the earth.

This figure is a height of millions of feet.

Eight claws, four hands.

An eye appeared on the head, and the eyes opened... a purple-black light shone through the entire world.

This is the spiritual body of the Immortal Lord!

His body and soul had long been killed by the Emperor of Desolation!

As soon as the spirit body condensed, a suffocating pressure spread out!

After this huge figure appeared, the other black spirits crawled and worshiped!

"This...this breath!"

Murong Xue, Dao Yue, stood ten feet behind Yan Feng, feeling the aura of the Immortal Lord and looking at this huge figure of a million feet.

A person is worse than an ant in front of him!

Dao Yue was so kind of intent that he looked at this scene, his face turned pale.

It’s not because of fear of death, but because of this aura...it makes people feel despair in their hearts!

What I fear most is not death, but...despair!

In front of the Immortal Lord, Dao Yue and Murong Xue and the two of them were as dead as if they were ashes, and they could not have the slightest fire of hope.

Feng Le hugged Yu Jiao, also looking at the spirit of the Immortal Lord. Looking at the huge spirit of millions of feet, his eyes widened, with indescribable surprise in his eyes.

I was so surprised... I couldn't even speak.

Such a powerful spiritual body, I have never seen it in my life, and I can't even dare to think about it!

The little Tuanzi next to him was so scared that he didn't even dare to look at the immortal master's spirit body.

Bingchang, at this moment, his eyebrows were frowning, looking at Yan Feng in front of him, and the sword in Yan Feng's hand...

At this moment, my pupils... suddenly shrank!

Behind Yan Feng, at this moment, it seemed like a phantom appeared!

This phantom, too, was flying long hair.

That's...!

"Emperor!"

Bingchang, the moment he saw this phantom, he did not hesitate at all, and his knees suddenly knelt down towards Yan Feng!

"I am humble in Bingchang, pay homage to the Emperor!"

In Bingchang, he touched the ground with his head and performed a great worship ceremony.

Murong Xue and others behind him saw Bingchang like this...

All were stunned!

Emperor?!

Several people looked at Yan Feng... In their eyes, Yan Feng is Yan Feng, how could the Emperor come from?

"A sword intent is enough."

At this moment, a misty voice, with arrogance, disdain, and arrogance in it!

The moment this sound fell...

Yan Feng's eyes suddenly condensed.

The figure... disappeared from the spot in an instant!

Next moment!

Above the spirit of the Immortal Lord!

Above a sky of millions of feet... Yan Feng's figure appeared here in an instant.

The wind is messy.

Those eyes were opposite to the eyes of the Immortal Lord...!

It was at the moment when the two were opposite each other, a black sword light passed by in an instant.

From the head of the immortal lord, he slashed downwards!

A million-foot spiritual body!

One slash!

"This...what's going on?!"

Murong Xue was completely stunned.

Looking at Yan Feng who appeared on the ground again...

One foot, slightly landing without any sound.

A sword in hand...

On the red jade sword body, at this moment, most of the ink-colored sword intent had disappeared.

The remaining ink-colored sword intent flowed out at this moment and sank into the void!

A crack in the void emerged in an instant.

Yan Feng, turn around.

The moment he turned around, Bingchang, who was originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly condensed.

In his eyes... the meaning of the Emperor Yan Feng's body disappeared.

"Give her to me."

Yan Feng looked at Fengle indifferently.

Feng Le was already confused at this moment, and hurriedly stepped forward and handed Yu Jiao in his arms to Yan Feng.

"Walk."

Another faint word.

Yan Feng stepped into the crack in the void in one step.

Bingchang and others... all looked at the spiritual body of the Immortal Lord.

This huge spiritual body of millions of feet was actually solidified... and it didn't move!

Just a glance, he quickly followed Yan Feng into the crack in the void.

When everyone entered the crack, the void crack that appeared slowly closed!

The moment of complete closing...

This immortal lord, the million-foot spiritual body, had a crack from his head!

Instantly!

And go down!

The scathing roar of the Immortal Lord echoed in this world!

"Baili Moyun...Baili Moyun, I want to kill you! Kill you!!!"

boom!

Since this immortal lord’s spirit body, the wind, sandstone land in this world has begun to surging and turbulent!
To be continued...