Chapter 852: On the verge of death

This blood-red flame is not only weird, but also extremely terrifying. There is a divine phoenix holy soul in Ye Feng's body. It has been tempered by eternal fire. Logically speaking, all fires in the world are difficult to hurt him, but it is different at this time.

The blood-red flames enveloped him, directly interrupting his various exercises. After only a few breaths, Ye Feng split the flesh into pieces. The blood-red flame was not warm at all. Even Ye Feng's robe was not damaged, but his strong body could not stop it. His shriveled hands were skin blooming, scarlet blood splashed out, and even the bones were melted directly.

Chen Aotian and Xuanxuan retreated to the distance and looked nervously, with anxiety on their faces. At this moment, they knew what was going on. An old saint emperor of the Nine Yang Dynasty called the power of curse at the cost of his life to kill Ye Feng. Even they felt that Ye Feng had little hope of survival, and they couldn't help now, so they could only pay nervous attention.

"The fire of destruction turned into the power of curse is extremely strange. I heard that a holy emperor from the Nine Yang Dynasty once fought with a strong enemy. The man's cultivation was stronger than him. In the end, he had to use this technique at the cost of life. In the end, the two holy emperors both fell. Even though Ye Feng made the emperor's inheritance, his cultivation was too low. Now his vitality has passed away too much and he can't last long. I'm afraid he will really die today!"

"It's all his fault that he is too arrogant. If he hadn't taken away the palaces before and had escaped early, he would not have fallen into this step. Perhaps the old Saint Emperor of the Nine Yang Dynasty would not have done this!"

"Baili Wusheng suffered a severe injury before, and it would undoubtedly die if it fell into Ye Feng's hands. Ye Feng broke the foundation of the Nine Yang Dynasty. If this kind of thing was spread, it would be a great humiliation for the Nine Yang Dynasty. How could the people of the Nine Yang Dynasty let him survive? Moreover, Ye Feng has obtained the inheritance of the Demon Ancestor and is also carrying an ancient divine body. Once he grows up, the Nine Yang Dynasty will not have a good life. Now sacrificing one person to destroy Ye Feng is the best choice!"

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Many cultivators in the distance were all frightened when they looked at the scenes at Ye Feng and were talking in a low voice.

The four young geniuses in Zixiao Palace stood aside indifferently, expressionless. They obviously wanted to see Ye Feng die completely before leaving.

"ah……"

Ye Feng was surrounded by blood-red flames, and the endless pain filled his body, almost destroying his will. Now he kept crying in pain. He gritted his teeth and used two sets of healing techniques to resist, but the effect was minimal.

These two sets of healing techniques originated from the Emperor's Sutra and the other from the Phoenix God Clan. They can be said to be the world's top healing skills, but in the face of this strange curse power, they cannot play a reversal role.

Ye Feng was holding his hands tightly, and his hands and arms were completely split open. The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, as if it was about to dry up. The bones on his palms were exposed and burned to charred.

The scene just looks cold and the scalp is numb. Many people don’t even dare to watch it. Ye Feng’s appearance is too miserable and I can’t bear to look at it.

In Ye Feng's body, the mysterious veins were dimmed. After an hour, only two parts of his body were not eroded. One was the Dantian. The golden true energy in the Dantian was like a vast sea, silently dormant inside. The scroll of Emperor Sutra in the middle of the Dantian was floating and floating. The old god was there, without even a reaction. There was also a black true energy next to it. It was a killing thought, and there was no reaction at all.

The other place is the three drops of divine phoenix essence and blood left by Yu Xi. Three drops of essence and blood are surrounded by colorful divine lights, releasing a vigorous vitality to nourish Ye Feng's body. However, this cannot be maintained forever, because the power of the curse is too terrifying, which vaguely suppresses these three drops of divine wind essence and blood, making it impossible for it to rush out through its body.

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As countless people were paying attention, time passed slowly, and Ye Feng's roar continued to come. In a blink of an eye, one hour, two hours...

Ye Feng actually struggled to hold on for four hours. Although his appearance became more and more miserable, even his body was hunched over, and his appearance was so old that he was still supporting him. His snow-white hair was fluttering slightly, like an old man in his late age, as if he was about to pass away.

"It's incredible that he has persisted for so long. If it were other cultivators, even if they had reached the holy realm of cultivation, they would have fallen long ago!"

"He is carrying an ancient divine body, and the vitality in his body is much more intense than that of ordinary people. He has obtained the inheritance of the Demon Ancestor. He may not be able to die in a short period of time, but it seems that he can't last long!"

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The sky gradually dimmed, and then the moon was in the middle of the sky. In a blink of an eye, a few more hours passed. Ye Feng's roar came from time to time, and he was still suffering and supporting him.

After several hours, Ye Feng felt a little numb. The pain that was comparable to the extreme punishment in the world made him confused. He sat cross-legged, with endless shadows of death covering him. At this time, his heart was surprisingly calm, without worry, and forgot the bone-stricken pain around him. He wanted to understand his Taoism in the realm of death to see if he could transcend.

There were shadows around, and none of the thousands of cultivators who were watching retreated. Instead, more people came and were all nervously paying attention to it.

A strong man from the Nine Yang Dynasty stood aside with a cold eyes, and his grief towards the Old Saint Emperor turned into endless anger and murderous intent. Everyone had to watch Ye Feng completely despair and completely die.

The four geniuses of Zixiao Palace stood in the distance and frowned slightly from time to time. They could not have imagined that Ye Feng could hold on until his heart had not completely fallen. Although his vitality seemed to be almost exhausted, he was not dead after all.

But they were not worried, because the blood-red flames on Ye Feng's body were still burning wildly. Ren Ye Feng resisted in every way, and the power of destruction was still destroying Ye Feng bit by bit.

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Ye Feng kept taking out the pills and swallowing them, ingesting energy to resist, which was just like a drop in the bucket.

Time passed by little by little until the bright moon drooped westward, and then the sky turned white, and the roar of the night peak never stopped. He sat cross-legged there, his body had already withered, and his blood seemed to have dried up.

"Brother Ye, hold on, you must exhaust the power of the Curse of Death!" Chen Aotian spoke in the distance, extremely anxious. Ye Feng persisted until now, but his condition was getting worse and worse. However, the blood-red fire of destruction was not extinguished, which was extremely terrifying.

"Yefeng, hold on!" Xuanxuan spoke, the little guy was full of fierce anger. He almost couldn't help but attack the people of the Jiuyang Dynasty several times, but was stopped by Xuanyue. Xuanyue didn't say a word and kept looking at him coldly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was bright and the breath on Ye Feng's body became weaker and weaker. The three drops of divine phoenix blood in his body have now dimmed. It is difficult to provide strength to nourish his body. Only the dantian is still unchanged. The yellowed Emperor Sutra is floating and floating, and the whole body is flowing with clear light. His dantian is like a pure land in a chaotic world, without being disturbed by the power of curses, and cannot even be eroded in.
Chapter completed!