"It's just a small improvement, not worth mentioning." Ye Fengyun took back his breath lightly.
Xiao Wuhen felt that he had received tons of critical damage. He clutched his chest, looking like he had a myocardial infarction, and slumped down on the chair, feeling hopeless.
"I won't compete with you, a pervert." He waved his hand feebly, "Tell me, what is your plan?"
"No plan." Ye Feng shook his head.
"No plan?" Xiao Wuhen was stunned.
"In the face of absolute strength, any plan is redundant." Ye Feng stood up and walked out of the restaurant, "My plan is to knock on the door directly and turn them upside down."
"..." Xiao Wuhen looked at Ye Feng's back and felt a toothache.
This simple and crude style is really... Ye Feng as always.
"Wait for me!" He quickly followed, "Even if we want to fight, we have to find out where they are keeping the people, right?"
"This is simple." Ye Feng's footsteps did not pause at all, but his eyes were locked on a mountain covered by thick fog outside the city.
There is a stronghold of the Holy Land outside Wangxian City, called "Yingke Peak".
"Let's go 'visit' and we will know everything." A kind smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.
Xiao Wuhen looked at his familiar, harmless smile, and for some reason, a chill ran up his back.
He had a premonition that this so-called "Welcoming Guest Peak" might be... "seeing off guests" today.
The two of them walked out of the restaurant one after the other and walked slowly towards the mountain peak that was considered a forbidden area by the disciples of the Holy Land.
Outside Wangxian City, there is Yingke Peak.
This peak is shrouded in thick white fog all year round. The fog contains powerful restrictions that can not only isolate the soul from detection, but also confuse the mind. Ordinary monks, let alone mountaineering, would lose their way even if they were within a hundred feet, and would eventually be trapped to death.
This is an important outpost of the Holy Land, and it is also a temporary prison for the various monks who were "invited" this time.
In the main hall at the top of the peak, several disciples wearing the white robes of the Holy Land were sitting cross-legged. The leader was a young man with a stern face and a deep aura. He was already in the early stages of transcending the tribulation.
"Senior Brother Qi, all the thirty-seven monks arrested today have been branded with "spiritual souls" and imprisoned in the dungeon." A disciple reported.
"Very good." The leading young man nodded, with a trace of fanaticism flashing in his eyes, "The 'Holy Son' is coming soon, and the 'Holy Sacrifice' ceremony cannot be missed. The quality of these 'sacrifice' is directly related to whether we can get a cup of 'Divine Grace' after the arrival of the Holy Son. Send the order, be on guard, and not even a fly can fly in!"
"Yes!"
At this moment, a rapid alarm bell suddenly sounded outside the hall.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
"What's going on?" The leading young man frowned and stood up suddenly.
A disciple rolled in and rushed in, with panic on his face: "Senior...brother! It's not good! Someone...someone broke into the mountain!"
"What?" The young man's face darkened, "Where is the mountain-protecting formation? What is it for?"
"The formation...the formation was broken by someone, with a sword!" The disciple's voice trembled.
When the young man heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.
The mountain protection formation at Yingke Peak was personally arranged by the elders of the Holy Land, and it was enough to withstand the attacks of the monks in the Tribulation Stage. Break it with one sword? Who is this coming person?
He did not dare to neglect and immediately led all his disciples to rush out of the hall.
Outside the mountain gate, the thick white fog that was originally so dense that it could not be dissolved, at this moment, actually seemed to have been neatly cut with a huge opening in the middle by a pair of invisible giant scissors.
At the end of the opening, two figures were climbing up the stairs and walking slowly.
The leader is a young man wearing a green shirt with a dull expression.
Behind him, followed a young man in white holding a folding fan, waving the fan helplessly.
"Brother Ye, should we be polite first and then fight? As soon as you come, you will tear down the mountain gate. How can we have a good conversation later?" Xiao Wuhen muttered in a low voice.
"Rituals?" Ye Feng glanced at him, "They capture people like pigs and dogs as sacrifices, and you still want to talk to them about etiquette? To deal with a group of beasts who are ready to eat people, the best 'courtesy' is a fist harder than them."
As they spoke, the two of them had already reached the mountain gate.
"Who is here! How dare you trespass into the forbidden areas of my Holy Land!" The leader of the Holy Land youth shouted sternly.
He couldn't see through Ye Feng's cultivation, but judging from the opponent's calm posture and the huge sword mark behind him, he knew that this person was definitely an existence that he could not compete with.
"I'm looking for someone." Ye Feng looked towards the direction of the dungeon at the back of the hall and said calmly, "Let all the people you captured go free. Then, destroy your cultivation and get out of here. I can spare you from death."
As soon as these words came out, all the Holy Land disciples were furious.
"Arrogant!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you point fingers at my holy land!"
"Bu Formation! Form the "Seven-Star God-Slaying Formation"! Let him know that the majesty of my Holy Land cannot be challenged!"
Although the leader of the group was frightened, the dignity of the Holy Land prevented him from retreating. He gritted his teeth, kneaded the secret in his hand, and quickly formed a killing formation with dozens of other disciples.
For a moment, sword energy soared into the sky, starlight circulated, and a fierce murderous intention instantly locked onto Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen.
"Seven-star God-killing Formation?" Xiao Wuhen shook his fan and said to Ye Feng, "This formation has some tricks. It is a combined attack formation for the entrance to the Holy Land. Seven people can form a team and can leapfrog the challenge. The power of this formation is enough to threaten the monks in the middle stage of the Tribulation."
"Oh." Ye Feng's response was only one word.
"Oh?" Xiao Wuhen almost choked to death, "Are you just 'oh'? Shouldn't you show a little bit of...respect?"
"Why respect?" Ye Feng gave him a strange look, "Can a group of fireflies, gathered together, be able to compete with the bright moon?"
He said, not even bothering to use his sword.
Just a simple step forward.
Boom——!
As he took this step, a terrifying pressure burst out from him!
The prison body of gods and demons, the power of Xiaocheng!
It felt like another world, an endless hell suppressing gods and demons, which hit hard on the hearts of all the Holy Land disciples.
In an instant, collapse!
All the disciples of the Holy Land, regardless of Mahayana or Tribulation, did not even hum. They all spurted out a mouthful of blood, like dumplings, and fell from the air. Their faces were pale and their eyes were distracted. Their souls had been injured and they had completely lost their fighting ability.
Only the leader, the young man in the Tribulation Stage, could barely stand due to his advanced cultivation, but his legs were trembling crazily, and the eyes he looked at Ye Feng were filled with boundless fear.
With a single thought, you can break the formation and injure the enemy.