At the bow of the ship, three old men stood with their hands behind their backs.
The person in the middle is wearing a luxurious purple robe embroidered with golden sun patterns. He has white hair and a childish face, and has an immortal air, but his eyes are shining brightly when they are opened and closed, with a sense of oppression without anger or self-power.
The late Mahayana period!
The old men on his left and right had equally vast auras, and they were clearly two powerful men in the middle stage of Mahayana.
"They are from the Ziyang Sect!" Xiao Wuhen's pupils shrank suddenly, "The one in the middle is the Supreme Elder of the Ziyang Sect, Master Chiyang! He is a notorious hypocrite, and he likes to do things like killing people and seizing treasures under the guise of exterminating demons and defending the Tao!"
Ye Feng's eyes also turned cold.
The Ziyang Sect, one of the top sects in the Eastern Region, has always regarded itself as the spokesperson of the Holy Land in the Eastern Region. Ye Feng was not surprised that they would be the first to arrive.
"Uncle Chiyang, the feeling of the "Heavenly Law Order" is in this mountain range." An old man on the left is holding a compass in his hand. The pointer of the compass is trembling slightly, pointing to the depths of Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge.
"Yes." Chiyang Zhenren stroked his long beard and scanned the chaotic forest below with indifferent eyes. His voice was loud and clear, like the sound of heaven, "The Holy Land decrees to kill those who blaspheme! This is a monk of our generation, no one can Glory! Please pass on my decree and seal off the entire Ten Thousand Beast Ridge. No one is allowed to enter or exit! Dig three feet into the ground and dig out the devil!"
"Yes!"
On the building boat, dozens of Ziyang Sect disciples responded in unison, and the sound shocked everyone.
Immediately, streaks of purple light flew out from the building ship and scattered in all directions of Ten Thousand Beast Ridge. They actually wanted to set up a large formation to completely block this vast mountain range.
"What a big deal." Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.
"It seems that we are being treated as turtles in a urn." A sneer appeared on Ye Feng's lips.
At this time, Master Chiyang seemed to have sensed something. He turned his eyes and landed in the direction of the Black Swamp.
"Oh? There is such a strong residual evil spirit and demonic energy... It seems that the devil has experienced a big battle here." Another old man beside him also noticed something abnormal there.
"Humph, it's just a dying struggle." Master Chiyang snorted coldly, "Let's go over and have a look. Maybe we can get something unexpected."
He took one step forward, and his figure appeared thousands of feet away, drifting away towards the black swamp. Two other Mahayana elders followed closely behind.
In the cave, Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen looked at each other and saw the playfulness in each other's eyes.
The fish is hooked.
The three of them were extremely fast, and in a moment, they were already above the Black Swamp. When they saw the corpse of the Nine Nether Tiger that had been chopped into two pieces in the swamp, and the three Blackwater Black Snake Kings that also died in a miserable state, their eyes showed greed.
"It's the Nine Nether Tiger! It has reached the peak of the Mahayana!"
"There are also three black water black snakes in the Mahayana stage! The materials for these monsters alone make the trip worthwhile!"
Both of them were a little excited.
Only Master Chiyang, his eyes fell on the center of the messy battlefield. From there, he felt a faint aura of the pure Yang treasure.
"Nine Sun Resurrection Grass?" His breathing became a little rapid.
He could no longer hold back, and with a movement of his body, he fell towards that area.
The other two people saw this and quickly followed.
The moment their feet were about to touch the swamp ground.
Ye Feng gently snapped his fingers in the cave.
"Explosion."
Boom——!
An unprecedented and terrifying sound that could tear the sky apart exploded in the center of the Black Swamp!
The entire black swamp, along with dozens of surrounding peaks, were razed to the ground at this moment!
A storm of energy that destroyed the heaven and earth rose into the sky and swept away in all directions!
The Ziyang Sect disciples who had just dispersed and prepared to form a formation, before they even had time to scream, were instantly torn into pieces by the aftermath of the storm!
The three Mahayana-stage powerhouses at the center of the explosion...
"Ah——!"
Three screams that were too shrill to sound like human voices came from the destructive storm.
After a while, the storm subsided.
Three wretched, charred figures rushed out from the bottomless pit.
Zhenren Chiyang was the most miserable. The luxurious purple robe on his body had long been turned into ashes. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. One of his arms was missing, and his aura was extremely depressed!
The other two elders were even more unbearable. One of them was half-destroyed, and the other was blown up to the point where only his soul was left. They fled in a hurry, terrified.
"Little beast!" Master Chiyang looked up to the sky and let out a vicious roar. His eyes were red and he looked like a madman, "I will cut you into pieces!"
He never dreamed that before he even saw the enemy, he would be tricked by the enemy and suffer such a big loss!
In the cave, Xiao Wuhen looked at this scene with his mouth wide open and couldn't close it for a long time.
"This...this is too cruel..." He murmured to himself.
With one move, one late-stage Mahayana and two middle-stage Mahayana were abolished! Who dares to believe this record?
"Let's go!" Ye Feng had no intention of appreciating the results of the victory.
He knew that although this blow was cruel, it could not really kill Chiyang Zhenren. And once the opponent calms down, relying on the background of Ziyang Sect, their troubles will be even greater.
The two of them took advantage of the chaos outside, and when Chiyang Zhenren was furious and had no time to pay attention, he quietly slipped away from the other side of the rocky valley, and quickly disappeared into the vast mountains like a fish swimming into the sea.
Behind them, the angry roar of Master Chiyang was still echoing.
"Search for me! Seal it for thousands of miles! Even if you turn this place upside down, you have to find that bastard for me!"
...
The night is like ink.
Two afterimages were traveling rapidly through the rugged mountains and forests. Every time they flickered, they were dozens of feet away.
"Damn, that old bastard, is he a dog? He's injured like that, and he's still chasing after him so closely!" Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but turn around and curse as he ran away.
A few miles behind them, a vicious and crazy consciousness, like gangrene attached to the bones, locked onto them. It was the real Chiyang who was seriously injured by the explosion.
Although he was severely injured, he was the foundation of the Mahayana period after all. At this moment, he was burning his origin regardless of the cost, and his speed actually increased instead of decreasing.
"He alone is not something to be afraid of." Ye Feng's voice was very calm. "The trouble is, he has been using secret methods to inform other monks of Ziyang Sect about our location."
In Ye Feng's consciousness, except for the largest red dot behind him, there were more than a dozen smaller red dots in all directions, forming a huge encirclement from different directions and closing in on them.
The Ziyang Sect’s reaction was faster than he imagined.
If this continues, within an hour, they will be completely surrounded, and by then, they will be unable to fly.
"We can't run in a straight line anymore." Ye Feng made a quick decision, "Go that way!"
He pointed to the left front, which was a more steep Soul-breaking Cliff. Under the cliff, there is a bottomless billowing miasma. Rumor has it that even a Mahayana monk would not be able to recover if he fell.
"You want to jump off a cliff?" Xiao Wuhen was stunned for a moment.
"No, it's using the terrain." A flash of light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, "That old bastard is going deep alone now. Let's lead him to Soul-Desolating Cliff and use the natural Jedi there to get rid of him first! As long as we kill him, the remaining chickens and dogs will have nothing to fear!"
Decapitation tactics!
Xiao Wuhen instantly understood Ye Feng's intention, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes: "Okay! Let's do it! I have long been unhappy with that hypocrite!"
With Ye Feng's current strength, it is necessary to directly destroy the real Chiyang, but that will consume spiritual energy. Now he has to fight for a long time, so he must use the minimum consumption to kill the enemy.