In the dark night, the surging holy light shines, as if it is a beacon that guides all living beings forward. The vast light rolls around, and the water wall about ten feet high spreads in all directions, containing supreme power.

Strange forces descended from the void one by one, as if the rules of heaven and earth were also involved in the battle, as if the sharp aura that was about to cut through the space was surging in this world, and there was also a momentum that dominated the world.

I have to say that this powerful man in the holy realm has countless methods. He uses magic to induce the rules of heaven and earth to reduce mysterious energy, and is comparable to Ye Xiaofeng.

This is the first real opponent Ye Xiaofeng has encountered since the battle, the Overlord God Fist, the Heavenly Destroy Palm, the sharpness, etc. Ye Xiaofeng has used all the methods. All the martial arts he mastered can move with his will, but he cannot defeat the other party in the true sense.

This master of the Holy Realm has increased his special power, and his cultivation has soared. He has almost reached the peak of the first level of the Holy Realm. What's more, he is also proficient in magical self-healing techniques. Every time he is beaten by Ye Xiaofeng and vomits blood, he recovers in a moment. He is simply an indestructible Xiaoqiang.

Ye Xiaofeng was so depressed! If he wanted to defeat him, he would probably have to fight until the sun was rising, and Ye Xiaofeng would not be able to wait for that time.

"boom."

Ye Xiaofeng's huge fist condensed from the glass-colored true energy and a holy light collided with the church's holy realm master, bursting out a terrible wave of energy. Ye Xiaofeng's body retreated sharply, avoiding the strongest energy.

The powerful man in the Holy Realm was guarding the silver-white holy light, wrapping him up like a turtle shell. A cracked sound came and the holy light shattered, but the most powerful energy had spread by, and the remaining energy could no longer pose a threat to him.

Ye Xiaofeng stood on the sea, like a towering mountain range. No matter how surging the sea water was, he remained motionless, as if it was a stubborn stone that had not changed for thousands of years.

His eyes were as bright as lightning. On the dark night, his bright eyes gradually dimmed, and a breath of sadness rippled out, and his eyes were filled with that kind of sadness.

The whole world seemed to be assimilated by his sadness, and bursts of sad songs played like weeping and complaining. This is the sound of the great way and the manifestation of the rules. Within ten miles, thousands of lives were immersed in sadness, as if they remembered their own sad past.

Ye Xiaofeng slowly stretched out his hands and slashed in the air. The trajectory seemed to be the trajectory of the great road. He touched the rules of heaven and earth.

Buzzing, the space is violently turbulent, and snowflakes are falling down. These are snowflakes condensed by the aura of sadness and the strange energy of heaven and earth. Each snowflake is filled with powerful power.

A huge force was about to spread from the sky and spread across the world. The face of Danalan in the distance changed. She felt a great crisis. She said to Siliya without any hesitation, and then ran towards the distance.

As Ye Xiaofeng's hand continues to move, snowflakes dissipate in this space, yellow leaves float up, and residual flowers fly. This is the sadness of autumn, the sadness of life withering and all things crying.

The strange energy continued to sweep. The master of the holy realm closest to Ye Xiaofeng stood on the sea like a stone statue, unable to move. The Bible and scepter in his hand disappeared, and the breath of life on his body gradually weakened.

A long way from here, the semi-saint master in suits and ties who first saw Danalan and Sliya leave, said to the other two, and then ran towards the distance. He also felt something was wrong, and the other two followed him.

Of course, the remaining church masters could not let them leave and rushed over.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, with compassion in the wind and a power to silence the hearts of all living beings.

The strong wind blew away around, and Ye Xiaofeng's hands, which were slashing in the void, stopped, and then retracted it. His body trembled slightly and his face turned pale.

He could only use the supreme martial arts and combat skills of heaven and earth, otherwise the divine crystals in the divine court would not be able to support them at all. At this time, the divine crystals in his divine court were dim and his true energy was consumed by one-third.

He let out a long breath, as if he was about to exhale all the sadness that had condensed in his heart.

At this time, the powerful man in the holy realm completely turned into a sculpture without a trace of life fluctuation. Those who die cannot die anymore. That is the death of the soul and the spirit.

In the distance, many church people kept running forward and became sculptures. Even the two masters in suits and ties in the Divine Cult also became sculptures. They all died. This is the true power of the same sorrow between heaven and earth, and the lethality is huge.

Originally, Ye Xiaofeng did not intend to use this kind of attack, but when he saw that he could not fight the Saint Realm powerhouse for a long time, he used his newly realized combat skills again.

Ye Xiaofeng's figure flashed and disappeared. After a moment, he appeared beside Danalan. Danalan and Sliya walked the earliest, so nothing happened. Then the semi-saint master in suit and tie was different. He was listless, his life breath was half weakened, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Luckily nothing happened to you." Ye Xiaofeng said relieved after looking at Danalan and Siliya.

"What kind of attack method was just now? Why was it so terrible?" Siliya asked at Ye Xiaofeng.

"That's my newly realized combat skills. How can it be so powerful!" Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile.

"Just blow!" Siliya said to Ye Xiaofeng.

"If you believe it or not, just Lan believes it." Ye Xiaofeng said lightly, then turned his eyes to Danalan, and a trace of indescribable emotions appeared in his eyes.

When he heard Ye Xiaofeng call Dannalan Lan and saw the look between the two of them, it would be impossible if they said that there was no relationship between them. The eyes of this semi-saint master were full of jealousy and a hint of anger.

Suddenly, he remembered something, walked to Danalan, stared at Ye Xiaofeng and said, "You killed our God worshipers."

Ye Xiaofeng glanced at the semi-saint master indifferently, "That's just a man-kill, let alone killing me if I kill. Anyway, you are not good. As long as Lan is fine, you all die and have nothing to do with me."

"You, very well, we will definitely settle the accounts with you when we worship the Divine Cult." The semi-saint master stared at Ye Xiaofeng and said. He wanted to fight Ye Xiaofeng, but he still knew that he was not Ye Xiaofeng's opponent at all.

"Then let's do it well! How many people do you come to worship the God Cult, and how many people I will kill." Ye Xiaofeng said calmly, but his words were full of cruel murderous intent.

Hearing Ye Xiaofeng's words, the semi-saint master suddenly felt his body cold and closed his mouth.

"Let's go quickly! If there are any church masters coming, we can't resist it." Ye Xiaofeng said.

Danaran nodded, and then they rushed towards the land together.
Chapter completed!