The sound of killing was rejected in this hundred feet of land. Not far away, the boy in black sat slanted on the chair, playing with the wine glass in his hand, with a calm expression, narrowed his eyes slightly at the scenes of the tragedy of monks fighting each other in front of him, his eyes were indifferent and without any sympathy. Eight                                                                                    

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Behind him, the woman in a pink long dress also had a sweet smile, as if she was used to the scene in front of her. The masked people around her were waiting for his orders at any time.

"It's so slow, it turns out that garbage is garbage."

The boy in black stood up and stretched his waist wide: "I'm so sleepy that I'm not going to sleep for a while. They called me after a stick of incense, if there were still people, they would kill them all."

"Yes!" The masked people next to them all praised.

"Great send to the young master!"

The masked people around them all knelt on one knee, just at the same time.

Thousands of meters away, Yan Feng and Bai Mi, who were hiding among the maple trees, were completely shocked by the scenes in front of them, and they killed each other...

Why?!

Why do they kill each other!

This is the only question in their minds.

"Boy Yan."

Just as the boy in black turned around and left, Bai Mi said in his heart that anyone could see that now was the best opportunity.

"It's now!" Yan Feng's eyes also condensed.

The figures of the two disappeared in an instant in the leaves and rushed towards the center of the Temple of Heaven.

Just as the two of them disappeared, the nine palace realms that were originally a hundred feet away, closed their eyes and crossed their arms, opened their eyes, and thought for a moment, and their cultivation in their bodies condensed, and the pressure fell on the nearby masked people, and they were all dispersed.

"Um?"

The boy in black turned his body and narrowed slightly, but he did not stop and continued to walk forward, a smile arose on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally...a little more interesting!"

A purple light flashed through his eyes.

"Old rules!"

A wolf roar suddenly roared a thousand feet in a radius of heaven. A huge white wolf king came out of the red flame and rushed onto the ground. The rumbling sound shook the ground, like the wind striking.

The tens of thousands of masked men were slightly stunned, and then they all came forward to strangle the white wolf!

But at this moment, the monks who were still killing each other stopped for half of the time they saw this scene. The anger they had accumulated in their hearts exploded in an instant, and they all roared and killed them from behind the masked men.

Yan Feng stood at the Wolf King Zhi, and the sword behind him slowly pulled out, staring at the center of the Temple of Heaven.

There is the center of the barrier!

Just as the White Wolf King was about to meet these masked people, the wolf's tail suddenly rolled Yan Feng out.

The sound of breaking through the air was mixed with a sound explosion, and Yan Feng's figure passed by like the wind in an instant, and appeared on the Temple of Heaven in an instant.

At the center of the Temple of Heaven, Yan Feng's sword burst out with a shocking light and suddenly slashed towards the purple beads in the center.

As long as this sword is cut, the barrier will be broken!

At this moment, a black shadow appeared in front of the purple bead. A finger pressed against Yan Feng's sword. The invisible wave of air spread from the Temple of Heaven in a circular shape, raising wind and sand.

So fast!

This was Yan Feng’s first thought, and he didn’t even see how this boy in black appeared.

A strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth. The boy in black suddenly bounced his fingers and turned around and kicked them. Yan Feng also kicked them out, hitting his feet.

Yan Feng's figure was directly knocked back dozens of feet under this force!

At the same time, dozens of masked people appeared around Yan, and each of them was powerful.

The auras of many of them made Yan Feng feel familiar!

Yan Feng's eyebrows and eyes narrowed. Among these people, there was aura on several people. They were very similar to the black man in the Dragon Palace, but they were all much weaker.

Ghost Fairy...

Yan Feng's eyebrows and eyes were fixed. If he guessed correctly, these people would be ghost immortals.

On the other side, wolves roars came, and Bai Mi's huge figure was passing through tens of thousands of people, fighting. The original monks also joined the battle situation at this moment.

Blood began to overflow on this earth.

After scanning the dozens of people, Yan Feng suddenly grabbed the sword in his hand, but at this moment, three figures appeared in front of him, one of which was hunched over.

"I have seen my friend's portrait. If I guess correctly, my friend will be Brother Yan Feng, a disciple of Brother Fang." The old man with a hunched back did not turn around, but smiled.

"It's really a young talent."

"I've met three seniors."

Yan Feng didn't feel strange about these three people. Fang Mu had told him a long time ago that although the major forces in the world are like this, there are still many medium and even small forces, and in fact there are many powerful people hidden in it.

And there are many casual cultivators who travel around the world, all of whom are uncertain.

These three people should be among them, and it is not surprising that they know themselves. There are few monks in the world who do not know Yan Feng's appearance.

"These ghost immortals and monks will be handed over to me and the three of you. You can do your own thing with peace of mind."

After saying that, the three people rushed to one side. In an instant, dozens of masked people around were all blocked by the powerful attacks of these three people and could not get close to Yan Feng at all.

Ghost Immortal, under two hundred years, its strength is not very different from that of the Nine Palaces, but in two hundred years, this is a boundary!

On the Temple of Heaven, the boy in black was looking at Yan Feng, with a playful look in his eyes, obviously not taking Yan Feng seriously at all.

Yan Feng held his sword tightly, and he could feel that although this young man only had the pressure of the Nine Palace Realm, his intuition told him that this person was very dangerous!

Besides, in this barrier, my strength was suppressed by nearly half...!

Slightly crossing the bead in the center of the Temple of Heaven, the purple star dot soared into the sky from it. This is the core of this barrier. Only by destroying it can this barrier be destroyed.

No matter what the consideration is, I must break the bead first!

His eyebrows and eyes condensed, and Yan Feng's body, the three-color Asura fire circled up, and the sword suddenly grabbed it and rushed to the Temple of Heaven.

"Rubbish."

A sound was softly heard in Yan Feng's ears. Yan Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly realized that there was no one in front of him.

I only felt a shocking force coming from behind me, and Yan Feng's figure was knocked away dozens of feet and rolled to the ground.

Uncle!

How could it be so fast!

Yan Feng gritted his teeth, Zhu Jian stood up, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

With his strength, the average Nine Palace Realm is no problem at all, but his strength is suppressed at this moment... and it is obvious that this young man in black is strong and is definitely not a person that ordinary Nine Palace Realm can match!
Chapter completed!