Chapter 1239

Zhongzhou.

The great saint.

They raised their heads, looked at the light curtain emerging in the sky, and learned the process from the birth of the hunting clan leader to the slaughter of the whole audience, and finally nailed the elder of the swallowing demon sect.

Tianzhou, Dizhou, Xuanzhou

These pictures can be seen in all the great worlds of the three thousand worlds, including China, the little fairy world, the Arctic galaxy and so on.

This is the role of Ye Feng's world power, which can spread the picture to the world.

His purpose is simple.

Let the world know that after millions of years of silence, the terrible patriarch of all races has been reborn!

China.

Ethereal sect.

When the disciples saw the picture from Ye Feng, they all stared with fear in their pupils.

"What terrible strength!"

The ancient fairy revered her deep voice.

"It's really terrible. Even if I have full combat power, I don't have to be the opponent of this person."

Ling Zhiwei also looked serious.

"When the combat power is fully open, you and I may join hands to compete with the head of the hunting clan."

Gu Lingxian Zun speculated.

"It should be possible. My space law and your soul devouring Jue immortal sword array can cooperate with each other. It's not difficult to kill any enemy in the holy land. However, the strength of the head of the hunting clan exceeds the holy peak and is difficult to deal with."

Ling Zhiwei is still not sure of winning.

In the sect, the disciples were worried.

"The headmaster won't deal with this terrible enemy? It's said that ten thousand clan chiefs will recover every year. On average, there are almost three a day!"

"One of these strong enemies is enough. Now there are about three recoveries every day. Isn't it going to end?"

The disciples began to talk.

"Don't panic!"

"We should always trust the leader."

Finally, it was Shi Lei, the elder martial brother, who stood up and heard a loud voice to appease the people.

The world.

Countless strong people went out of their homes and looked at the light curtain in the sky. Their eyes were mostly shocked, frightened and so on.

Tianzhou, Holy Spirit sect.

A place of spiritual retreat.

"Ten thousand clan chiefs!"

"They didn't die?"

"No!"

"This is resurrected."

"Who is it that has such a grand layout that even the heads of thousands of families can rise? What is this to do? Enslave the whole universe?"

"Is that interesting?"

The voice of lingzun sounded slowly.

I can't hear emotions, and I can't tell men from women.

Dongzhou, Haoran Shengzong.

A sword chant sounded, stabilizing everyone's mood in the sect and making everyone clench their fists.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Because we have a sword God!"

Haoran Shengzong disciple's fighting spirit is high.

Zhongzhou, the great saint.

A ray of thunder streaked across the sky.

In the area shrouded by thunder and light, everyone can't feel any fear. They even want to kill into the starry sky and encircle the newly born hunting clan leader.

Swallow heaven demon sect.

"The elder and the three elders are dead!"

"If the patriarch is not here, what can I do?"

The people of the devouring demon sect looked at the two elders who were still suppressed on the ground.

"Don't you see I'm still suppressed by Ye Feng?"

The two elders gave everyone a white look.

Deep in the starry sky.

The head of the hunting clan swallowed up all the power of the great elder of the swallowing demon sect, even his soul, making his haggard body gradually become vigorous and full.

"Long lost smell!"

The head of the hunting clan looked at the world and his eyes glittered with pride.

"The future belongs to all our families!"

He laughed heartily.

"Oh, really?"

An indifferent voice sounded.

All the people of the heavens and all the boundaries heard voices from the curtain of light and opened their eyes.

In sight.

A tall and straight figure slowly appeared.

"Ye Feng!"

"Is he going to die?"

Everyone breathed.

"Is this guy holy?"

Many people who knew Ye Feng noticed his accomplishments and were all stunned.

How long has it been since he was holy?

Give it back or not?

In the starry sky.

The head of the hunting clan looked at the sound and saw Ye Feng standing there calmly, with the cultivation breath of the holy land on his body, and his foundation was incomparably thick.

"Mole ants in the holy land?"

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

"Have you ever thought that the mole ants in your mouth can eat you up?"

Ye Feng carried his hands and said calmly.

"By you?"

The head of the hunting clan looked up and laughed. When he lowered his head again, his eyes were full of violent killing intention. He took a bone spear and threw it with the strongest strength.

Tear it!

The starry sky along the way was broken.

The bone spear arrived in front of Ye Feng in an instant, so fast that everyone didn't react, and immediately became frightened.

But!

When everyone blinked and saw the scene clearly in the picture, they saw that Ye Feng was still standing in place and caught the invincible bone spear with only one finger.

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was stunned.

"What level of power is this?"

The head of the hunting clan also opened his eyes and was surprised and puzzled for the first time. With a move, the bone spear immediately flew back to his hand and was thrown with all his strength.

Ding!

Ye Feng easily caught the terrible bone spear that could shoot to the holy land with only one finger.

"Too weak."

Ye Feng opens his mouth.

"This is the so-called ten thousand clan leader? Your strength is really good. Your strength level has reached twice the peak and the most holy. Unfortunately, it's still too weak in front of me."

The next moment.

Ye Feng's fingers flicked gently, smashed the bone spear into pieces, and turned into a powerful gas, which burst out and penetrated the chest of the head of the hunting clan.

"How is that possible?"

The head of the hunting clan looked down at the breach in his chest, and his eyes were almost staring out.

"Are you a hundred robbers?"

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

"No! I'm just the Holy Land mole ant in your mouth."

Ye Feng took three steps forward, reached the head of the hunting clan, slapped him and blew him up.

Stay where you are.

A virtual shadow stood blankly.

This man is the soul of the head of the hunting clan. He looks unreal, transparent and lifeless, but he can still survive in the world. It seems very strange.

Ye Feng immediately used his insight.

[Name: head of hunting clan]

[product level: the most holy peak]

[introduction: one of the leaders of ten thousand families, who should have fallen a million years ago, was resurrected by a mysterious burial place and strengthened his strength]

[Note: if the burial ground survives forever, it will not be destroyed]

Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes were frozen.

Burial ground?

That is the so-called tombs of the gods, which bury 10000 heads of thousands of families. As long as the place is not destroyed, the heads of thousands of families can be reborn continuously.

Of course, it cannot be reborn immediately.

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

This is common.

The burial ground is equivalent to a vast world.

Ten thousand clan chiefs are equivalent to the pseudo heavenly way of the world. They can be reborn continuously and are difficult to be completely erased. They are similar to the oracle of Shangguan and the ancient sage of Zhenlong.

"Who the hell are you?"

The head of the hunting clan was surprised when he saw that he was only in the state of soul. Then he said coldly, "you can't kill me. As long as the burial ground is not destroyed, I can return to this world and push you!"

"I, ethereal sect leader, Ye Feng!"

Will Ye Feng miss this opportunity to earn prestige?

After reporting his identity, Ye Feng waved his big sleeve and the vigorous wind swept out, smashing the soul of the head of the hunting clan.

Click!

The head of the hunting clan turned into a light feather and flew to the burial ground in the fog of the stars. With the blasted bone spear, he recovered into an ancient coffin branded with his own totem.

"Scattered!"

Ye Feng pinched the formula with both hands, split the fog, went deep all the way, arrived in front of the burial door, looked at the tens of thousands of ancient coffins inside, and his face was gradually dignified.

The heavens and the world.

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