Yan Feng looked at the thousands of powerful people in the Shadow Palace in front of him, dozens of them. These dozens of people just glanced at Yan Feng indifferently, then turned around and his figure dissipated in front of the palace.

It seems like I'm saying that if I kill you, I won't be able to use the real strong men like them to take action.

The rest of the people... Yan Feng looked at the ghost immortal, although his realm was different from that of the fairy on the right path, he could still feel the power of his aura.

The remaining ghost immortals, the strongest aura, is already the peak of the true realm!

There are also hundreds of true realms and thousands of heavenly realms. If these people go together, they will definitely not be able to fight against them.

"Kill him and avoid a thousand-year ghost disaster!"

A voice echoed before the palace, Yan Feng's eyes condensed... Just after these words appeared, the thousands of people all had a greed light in their eyes.

Not only those true realms, but even those heavenly realms are looking at Yan Feng and eager to try the five hundred years of ghost catastrophe... For the true realm, it is possible to improve one's own small level, and it is possible to achieve the peak of the true realm. However, for those ghost immortals comparable to the heavenly realm, they can improve one's own large level!

From the heavenly realm to the true realm!

Who doesn’t want such a temptation?

Thousands of people rushed towards Yan Feng directly. Of course, most of them were ghost immortals comparable to the heavenly realm, while those comparable to the true realm continued to watch.

In their opinion, Yan Feng’s head is theirs sooner or later!

Yan Feng carried the ghost-killing sword, his eyes flashed coldly. With a moment of grip on the knife, he could feel the power on the knife... This power belongs to Xiaobao!

There was endless fighting spirit in his eyes, golden light, Shura fire, purple gold heavenly thunder were jumping, and ancient martial arts armor suddenly appeared on Yan Feng's body.

He raised the knife and slashed it suddenly. A tiger roared down like a shaking mountain forest. The white runes on the blade flashed with light. A white tiger with two wings rushed away from the knife. Yan Feng's figure rushed into the crowd and slashed it directly. The ghost immortal in the realm of the day before him was cut into two pieces in an instant, but his eyes were filled with madness.

It turned out that the whole body turned into black mist and surged into Yan Feng's body.

Yan Feng frowned... Damn, these guys are really desperate. After breaking through the Nine Palaces, there will be an independent soul. The sword he just now did not kill his soul.

However, the ghost immortal in this heavenly realm turned his soul into the last impact and rushed directly into Yan Feng's body.

It's like using his life to exchange for Yan Feng's serious injury!

In fact, Yan Feng didn't know that once the body of the ghost immortal was broken, the degree of the ghost catastrophe would increase ten times or even a hundred times. In other words, even if Yan Feng didn't kill this ghost immortal, it would be difficult for him to continue to survive. The original ghost catastrophe that once every ten years would become once a year or even once a month, and there was no way to survive at all.

Unless someone immediately provides him with the corresponding physical body in the heavenly realm, but... is it possible?!

In Yan Feng's body, the purple gold thunder exploded in an instant, and in an instant, the black mist that poured into the ghost immortal into his body was dispelled.

His eyes swept across the four directions. These ghost immortals in the heavenly realm were coming to him as if they were desperate. The temptation of the thousand-year-old ghost catastrophe was too great!

Holding the ghost-killing sword in his hand, Yan Feng was lying among these group of ghost immortals in the sky. Where the sword passed, someone would inevitably be scattered. But at this moment, the hundreds of ghost immortals who were comparable to the true realm in the distance were curious at this moment.

Suddenly, ten people disappeared.

The existence of these true realms has finally been moved!

Several powerful auras were used to make Yan Feng's body recover dozens of feet in an instant, and the ground was retreated to the ghost-killing pillar. The entire palace floor tiles were lifted up with ghost-killing swords.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the ten people in purple clothes not far away, both men and women, two of whom were at the peak of the true realm.

Yan Feng was leaning on the knife, and he felt that his strongest explosive power was at most at the beginning of the true realm, but now he had the ghost-slashing sword injected with Qin Xiaobao's bloodline, and the natural suppression of the ghost immortal by the bloodline power in the knife.

You should be able to fight against the real realm of the realm!

No matter how hard it is... Yan Feng's eyes have a sense of determination. At worst, he can break through the immortal catastrophe. Even though he is so reckless, with so many people here, if the immortal catastrophe arrives, it will inevitably rise ten times a hundred times. In this way, he will definitely die.

But if it really comes to that point, Yan Feng will choose!

At worst... I'll bury the entire Shadow Palace with me!

At this moment, Yan Feng's brows condensed slightly... A voice came from his ear.

After a slight shock, Yan Feng exhaled and suddenly carried his hand on his shoulder with a knife. "On there, let's come together."

He stretched out his hand lightly, and Yan Feng pointed at the true ghost immortals who were still watching, with a tone of contempt.

It’s better to go up together than to go up together, it’s even more enjoyable!

The ghost immortals in the true realm in the distance were a little surprised by Yan Feng's actions, thinking to himself whether this guy was looking for death...!

But I was not polite to Yan Feng. After all, this person was robbed of whoever he belonged to, and it was time to kill him. The figures all appeared opposite Yan Feng like phantoms, hundreds of true realms! Thousands of heavenly realms, and they had to attack Yan Feng at the same time!

Even the Golden Immortal is absolutely impossible to withstand!

"Come!"

Yan Feng slapped the knife to the ground, and a cruel look appeared on his face, giving people the feeling of looking at death as if they were home. In an instant, the purple gold thunder and the Shura fire circled, and the whole person's eyes were determined.

"kill!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and everyone rushed towards Yan Feng. Everyone’s pressure gathered together and fell on Yan Feng’s body, which made people suffocate. In an instant, a trace of blood flowed from Yan Feng’s mouth, but his body still did not move, as if he was waiting for something...!

Yan Feng held the hilt tightly with his hand... At this moment, just as almost everyone approached Yan Feng, a sound like a pig howling sounded.

Just beside Yan Feng, a silver-white river rushes out, and in an instant, it soaks all the people who are siege and kill.

At the same time, a gray and white rainbow broke through the sky, and from the palace behind, there was also a water-green rainbow rising into the sky.

From above the sky, there was a rushing silver-white liquid falling down like a broken dam, falling down the rivers and seas. With just a few breaths, the entire palace became a vast ocean of silver-white liquid, and was still spreading and flowing towards the four places.

"How could it be...!"

The powerful people in the Shadow Palace in the deep ocean of silver and white liquid, especially those who are in the true realm, all of them have a look of horror.

I wanted to forcibly activate the cultivation in my body, but an indescribable heat appeared in my heart...

This fire cannot be suppressed at all!

Many people's eyes were red at this moment, and they even shouted that they wanted a woman...!

In the sky, Yan Feng looked at the appearance under the palace, and was actually laughing and crying at the fat monk who was caught in his hand. This guy... was actually filling the tung medicine in the Yebai pot.

It's really a talent...!

Moreover, this tung medicine is obviously unable to be dispelled by cultivation.

The fat monk smiled, and the night white pot in his hand was still desperately pouring down, muttering that he was suffocating your uncle to death. The entire Shadow Palace, silver white liquid rushes through every palace, and wherever he passes, it will inevitably sweep away. Even the guards in the Shadow Palace are also swept away. All their faces are red, their eyes are radiating, and their white butts are even flashing in some places. It is so spectacular.

People say that water floods Jinshan... Fat monk is Chunyao Manying Palace!
Chapter completed!