Chapter 1512                                                                                                                            �

Ye Feng stood tall at the sky, looking down at the leader of the Zangtian Sect with a look of indifference.

The leader of the Zangtian Sect had already felt a hint of despair in his heart. He looked down at the broken mountains below with smoke and dust, and invisibly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The scene just now had made him lose all his fighting spirit in an instant. He used ten successive powers, and dozens of Zangtian Cold Blades all came out, but they didn't even touch the other party's robe. The terrifying layer of sharp cold blade turned into countless pieces and fell down.

What made him most desperate was Ye Feng's indifferent words. Indeed, six years ago, seven years ago, Ye Feng was so weak that he could not even be considered an ant in his eyes. But at that time, he had taken several moves and failed to kill Ye Feng. Now, the opponent is incredibly strong and his cultivation is so strong that he can already beat the quasi-emperor-level combat soldiers. How could he have a chance?

"Yefeng, you have slaughtered so many people from the four peak forces, and each disciple is thousands of them, all of them are dead in your hands. If you have such a blood debt, aren't you afraid of generating inner demons in the future or destroying you by the way of heaven?"

The black-robed Holy King stared at Ye Feng, and at this time he didn't know where the courage he got, he actually dared to say such words.

Ye Feng showed a sneer on his indifferent face, and looked down at the black-robed Holy King from a high place, and sneered: "Inner Demon? In the world where the strong are respected, the weak are like ants. In the eyes of the strong, the ants are like dust. Even if they disperse in pieces, how can they produce inner Demons? Throughout history, who did not walk on corpses throughout their lives? Who did not come out of the sea of ​​blood? The cultivators were walking against the heavens and were all moving against the heavens, let alone me!"

Ye Feng continued to sneer: "The survival of the weak is a rule of heaven. Just like when you Zangtianmen chased me at will, I could only fight to the death. Now it's just a role exchange!"

"If you don't care about morality, great righteousness, and human nature, there is no right or wrong in this world, and your position is different... After all, you are seeking survival..."

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Ye Feng pondered for a moment, looked at the Black Robe Holy King, and said, "Although the disciples of the Zangtian Gate are guilty to the world, they have assassinated too many young cultivators on the mainland. I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Maybe they will leave them a way out and make them ordinary people, but you will die!"

After saying that, Ye Feng took action directly, stood there, his right hand fell down, and grabbed the Black-robed Holy King.

The leader of the Zangtian Sect was shocked and turned around and flew away without any hesitation.

"As the leader of the Zangtian Sect, you are just rushing to escape at a critical moment, regardless of the life or death of other disciples. Haha... the key is that you can escape... Sad..."

Ye Feng sighed lightly, covering his palms, as if he had enclosed the entire world in his palms. The black-robed Holy King who had originally flew out was imprisoned back by an invisible force and was pinched in Ye Feng's huge palms.

Below, countless figures rushed out. The place where Ye Feng was shattered seemed to be just a portal. Now hundreds of disciples and elders rushed out of the smoke and dust. Eight old men had already reached the holy realm, and there were more than ten other semi-saint realms...

Although the foundation of the Zangtian Gate is far less than that of the six peak forces, its strength is not weak. On the Yuantian Continent, the foundation of the Zangtian Gate is second only to the six peak forces.

When the many disciples and elders rushed out saw this scene, everyone's face changed bitterly, especially after seeing Ye Feng's face, the elders' face instantly looked as if they were dead.

Many of the elders Ye Feng didn't know him, but they recognized Ye Feng. Moreover, they all knew the result of the four peak forces attacking the Red Blood Divine Dynasty. Now that Ye Feng is here, who is not afraid?

Now their sect leader was grabbed in his hand by Ye Feng like an ant. The dignified Holy King Realm powerhouse had no resistance at all, and no one was desperate...

"Yefeng, sooner or later you will end up like me. If you make a huge blood debt, God will not let you go!" The head of the Zangtian Sect was filled with horror and roared repeatedly.

However, this could not change his destiny at all. As Ye Feng gradually clenched his palms, his face twisted rapidly, and he screamed in horror and pain. However, in the blink of an eye, his body was pinched and a blood mist burst out.

Ye Feng loosened his palm and a ball of rotten flesh fell toward the bottom. Then, the red divine fire in Ye Feng's palm appeared. Before the corpse fell, it was covered by the divine fire, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a ball of coke.

The elders of the disciples of the Zangtian Sect all turned pale. Many people were already chilling when they saw this scene. The dignified Holy King was instantly crushed and killed, and their body was destroyed. At the same time, their soul power was completely destroyed. Before even everyone could react, their sect leader actually died like this...

"I don't want to kill you, but since I can't be a good cultivator, then I'll be an ordinary person. It's not a good thing to spend my life in a plain way!" Ye Feng's face turned indifferent, his eyes turned, and he swept towards the many disciples and elders.

"Yefeng, don't even think about it!" An old white-haired man stared at Yefeng fiercely, his eyes full of murderous intent.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, he looked at the white-haired old man who was talking, and said, "Don't you want to? Do you think you can still give it to you? Or do you think that the burial bead on your body can kill me?"

Ye Feng looked at it and found that he had a familiar and insight into the other person's thoughts. He had already noticed that this person had a yin aura, similar to the imperial evil aura, but it was not enough and was much less faded.

"You, how did you know that I have a burial pearl on my body..." The white-haired old man's face suddenly changed and his body stepped back.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, but just raised his hand casually. The white-haired old man's body was not controlled at all and flew towards Ye Feng. He roared in horror, but he couldn't move around. When he came back to his senses, he was already directly fixed in front of Ye Feng, and the burial bead was taken away by Ye Feng at some point. Ye Feng was holding it in his hand and looking at it.

"It was indeed a gathering of some thin imperial evil aura... This place should have been stained with the blood of the emperor-level powerful man, Burial Heaven... Burial Heaven... Could it be the blood of the gods..."

Ye Feng changed his mind and had already guessed a rough idea. After all, the Yuantian Continent and the Shura Holy Realm were originally the same continent, but it collapsed because of a great war. The blood of the emperor-level gods contaminated the earth. It was no wonder. As for why the thin imperial evil aura was derived, Ye Feng didn't know, and it was not important anymore.

The Burial Heaven Pearl is similar to the Earth Fire Spirit Pearl in the Earth Fire Vein. A thin imperial evil spirit is nurtured inside. Ye Feng looked at it silently for a moment, then he squeezed the bead with force. As soon as he stood up, a gray mist filled out. However, Ye Feng waved his palm and the red divine fire surged out, covering it all. In a few breaths, the so-called source of the burial Heaven's poison turned into nothing.
Chapter completed!