Zhongzhou.

The holy sect.

Everyone raised their heads, looked at the light curtain that appeared in the sky, and learned about the process from the birth of the hunting patriarch, to the massacre of the entire field, and finally to the crucification of the Great Elder of the Swallowing Demon Sect.

Tianzhou, Dizhou, Xuanzhou...

All the Great Thousand Worlds in the Three Thousand Realms, including the Starry Sky World, Shenzhou, Little Immortal Realm, and the Arctic Galaxy, all saw these pictures.

This is the effect of Ye Feng's full power of the world, which can transmit the picture to all heavens and myriad worlds.

His purpose is simple.

Let the world know that after a million years of silence, the terrifying Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Clans has been reborn!

Shenzhou.

Misty Sect.

When all the disciples saw the picture from Ye Feng, they all widened their eyes, and fear flickered in their pupils.

"What a terrifying strength!"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable said in a deep voice.

"It's really scary. Even if I'm at full strength, I may not be this person's opponent."

Ling Zhiwei also looked serious.

"With full combat power, if you and I join forces, there may be a possibility to contend against the leader of the hunting clan."

Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable speculated.

"It should be possible. My space law and your Soul Devouring Absolute Immortal Sword Formation can cooperate with each other. It is not difficult to kill any enemy in the Holy Land. However, the head of the hunting clan is stronger than the peak of the Holy Spirit, so it is difficult to deal with."

Ling Zhiwei was still not sure of victory.

In the sect, the disciples were very worried.

"The head doesn't want to deal with such a terrifying and powerful enemy, does he? It is said that a thousand patriarchs of ten thousand clans will be revived every year. On average, there are almost three a day!"

"This kind of powerful enemy, one is enough, and now it revives about three times a day, isn't it going to be over?"

The disciples started discussing.

"Don't panic!"

"We must always trust the master."

In the end, it was the elder brother Shi Lei who stood up and uttered a loud voice to comfort everyone.

major worlds.

Countless strong men walked out of the house one after another, looking at the light curtain in the sky, most of their eyes were filled with shock, fear and other emotions.

Tianzhou, Holy Spirit Sect.

The place where the spiritual master retreats.

"The Patriarch of the Thousand Clans!"

"They didn't die?"

"wrong!"

"It's been resurrected."

"Who is it? The layout is so grand that even the patriarchs of ten thousand clans can be resurrected. What exactly is this going to do? Enslave the entire universe?"

"Is it interesting to do this?"

Lingzun's voice sounded slowly.

Can't hear emotions, can't distinguish between men and women.

Dongzhou, Haoran Holy Sect.

A sword chant resounded, stabilizing the emotions of everyone in the sect, making them clenched their fists.

"No need to be afraid!"

"Because we have Sword God!"

The disciples of the Haoran Sacred Sect were full of fighting spirit.

Zhongzhou, Geshishengzong.

A thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

Within the range covered by the thunder light, no one felt any fear, and even wanted to enter the starry sky to encircle and suppress the newly born hunting patriarch.

Heaven Swallowing Demon Sect.

"The Great Elder and the Third Elder are both dead!"

"The suzerain is not here, what should we do!"

People from the Swallowing Demon Sect looked at the Second Elder and others who were still suppressed on the ground.

"Didn't you see that I was still suppressed by Ye Feng?"

The second elder gave everyone a blank look.

In the depths of the starry sky.

The patriarch of the hunting clan devoured all the strength of the Great Elder of the Swallowing Demon Sect, not even letting go of his soul, making the originally haggard body gradually become majestic and full.

"Long-lost taste!"

The patriarch of the hunting clan looked at the universe, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.

"The future belongs to our ten thousand races!"

He laughed heartily.

"Oh, is it so?"

An indifferent voice sounded.

People from all heavens and myriad realms also heard the voice from the light curtain, and opened their eyes wide to watch.

in sight.

A tall and straight figure slowly appeared.

"Ye Feng!"

"Is he going to die?"

Everyone's breath was stagnant.

"This guy, is he holy?"

Many people who knew Ye Feng noticed his cultivation and were all dumbfounded.

How long has it been since he became a saint?

Will you live for someone else?

starry sky.

The patriarch of the hunting clan followed the sound and saw Ye Feng standing there with a calm expression, his body exuded the aura of cultivation in the heavenly holy realm, and his foundation was extremely strong.

"Ants in the Heavenly Sacred Realm?"

The head of the hunting clan looked at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with ferocity and cruelty, as well as a little banter.

"Have you ever thought that the ants in your mouth can eat you up to nothing?"

Ye Feng said calmly with his hands behind his back.

"Only by you?"

The patriarch of the hunting clan raised his head to the sky and laughed. When he lowered his head again, his eyes were full of violent killing intent. He took the bone spear and threw it with the strongest force.

Tear it!

The starry sky along the way was shattered inch by inch.

The bone spear arrived in front of Ye Feng in an instant, so fast that everyone didn't realize it, and suddenly felt fear.

but!

When everyone blinked and saw the scene in the picture clearly, they saw that Ye Feng was still standing where he was, catching the omnipotent bone spear with just one finger.

"How can it be?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What level of power is this?"

The head of the hunting clan also stared wide-eyed, feeling surprised and puzzled for the first time, with a move of his hand, the bone spear immediately flew back to his hand, and he threw it with all his strength.

Ding!

Ye Feng still easily caught the terrifying bone spear that could kill the Holy Land with only one finger.

"too weak."

Ye Feng spoke.

"Is this the so-called Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Clans? Your strength is indeed not bad, and your strength level is twice as high as that of the Holy Peak. Unfortunately, in front of me, you are still too weak."

next moment.

With a light flick of Ye Feng's finger, the bone spear was shattered into pieces, and turned into a burst of energy, which pierced through the chest of the head of the hunting clan.

"How can it be?"

The head of the hunting tribe looked down at the opening in his chest, his eyes were about to pop out.

"Are you in the Realm of Hundred Tribulations?"

He suddenly realized this, looked at Ye Feng in the distance, and said in amazement.

"No! I'm just an ant in the Heavenly Sacred Realm you're talking about."

Ye Feng took three steps forward, arrived in front of the head of the hunting clan, slapped him, and knocked him out.

In situ.

A phantom stood there in a daze.

This person is the soul of the head of the hunting clan. It looks strange and transparent, without any vitality, but still able to survive in the world.

Ye Feng immediately used the eye of insight.

[Name: Hunting Clan Patriarch]

[Rank: Peak to Holy]

[Introduction: One of the patriarchs of the ten thousand clans, who should have fallen a million years ago, was resurrected by the mysterious burial place and strengthened his own strength]

[Remarks: If the burial ground lasts forever, it will never die]

Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed.

Burial place?

That is the so-called burial of the gods, where 10,000 patriarchs are buried. As long as that place is not destroyed, the patriarchs of the ten thousand clans can continue to be reborn.

Of course, instant respawn is not possible.

They need to absorb majestic energy before they can restore the state of the ancient coffin, and they can only be resurrected after the original source is restored.

This situation is very common.

The burial site is equivalent to a vast world.

The Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Clans is equivalent to the false heaven in this world, which can be reborn continuously and is difficult to be completely wiped out, similar to Shangguan Oracle, True Dragon Ancient Sage and others.

"who are you?"

The patriarch of the hunting clan was shocked when he saw that he was only in the state of a soul, and then he said coldly: "You can't kill me~lightnovelpub.net~ As long as the burial ground is not destroyed, I will eventually be able to return to this world , push you horizontally!"

"I, the head teacher of Misty Sect, Ye Feng!"

How could Ye Feng let go of this opportunity to earn reputation points?

After revealing his identity, Ye Feng waved his big sleeves, and a strong wind swept out, shattering the soul of the leader of the hunting clan.

Click!

The patriarch of the hunting clan turned into a feather of light and flew to the burial ground deep in the mist of the starry sky. Together with the blasted bone spear, he recovered into an ancient coffin with his own totem branded on it.

"Scatter!"

Ye Feng made a tactic with both hands, split the mist, and went all the way to the gate of the burial ground. Looking at the tens of thousands of ancient coffins inside, his face gradually became dignified.

All heavens and all worlds.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

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