Miao Fu and Miao Jin'er looked at the lotus petals in their hands, their excitement beyond words. The petals of the Nine Nether Blood Lotus contain the pure source of life and soul energy. To them, it is nothing less than a great creation. Especially Master Miao, he has been stuck in the late stage of the Immortal Master for thousands of years. With this lotus pod and the remaining petals, he is fully confident that he can open the door to the Immortal King Realm within a hundred years.
"Senior Ye, for this kindness, my Miao family..." Fu Miao was about to express his gratitude solemnly, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped.
His face turned as white as paper in an instant.
An indescribable terrifying pressure, like the collapse of the sacred mountain above the nine heavens, came from the distant sky across the void!
This pressure was so heavy and so arrogant that the entire mud of the Black Blood Swamp sank ten feet. The air was as solid as iron, and the space made an overwhelming "creaking" sound.
"Pfft!"
Miao Fu and Miao Jin'er couldn't even hum, so their legs went weak and they both collapsed on the ground. That coercion made their immortal energy freeze, their souls trembled, and even raising a finger became a luxury. Miao Fu's eyes were full of horror and despair. He could clearly sense that the master of this pressure had reached a realm far beyond the realm of the Immortal King, and even touched the threshold of the Immortal Emperor!
Half-step Immortal Emperor!
In the face of such existences, how is he, a late-stage Immortal Master monk, any different from an ant?
What made them even more frightened was that Ye Feng's army of more than seventy zombies, which had just been showing off in the swamp, turned like weathered bone sculptures under this pressure, with fine cracks appearing on the surface of the bones. The soul fire in their eyes flickered violently, as if it would go out at any time.
"Crack...Crack..."
A few corpse puppets with weaker cultivation levels were the first to be unable to withstand the pressure. Their tall skeletons suddenly scattered and turned into pale bones, and the soul fire was completely annihilated.
In this deathly silence, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Earth...Devil..."
The voice was hoarse and dry, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together, full of fear and disbelief.
Everyone looked around and saw that the person making the sound was the corpse puppet captain named "Old Wang" by Ye Feng, holding a bone axe!
At this moment, in its empty eye sockets, the black soul fire is beating violently at an unprecedented frequency. The bone ax in its hand is leaning on the ground, supporting its trembling body. It seems that just saying these two words has exhausted all its power.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, with a bit of surprise on his face.
"Old Wang"'s soul fire fluctuated violently, as if he wanted to answer, but the pressure increased again, and he could no longer make any sound.
Ye Feng looked past "Old Wang" and towards the direction from which the pressure came.
On the horizon in the distance, I saw a huge figure standing tall and tall, walking slowly forward. With every step he takes, the entire Asura Bloodfield will tremble.
It is composed of countless black-red rocks and soil. The surface of the body is covered with abyss-like rifts, and dark golden lava flows in the rifts. His head was like a mountain peak, with no facial features, only two huge dark red light groups, exuding the aura of destroying everything.
Old Demon!
Asura Blood Plain is one of the oldest and most terrifying existences. According to rumors, this vast bloody plain is formed by countless monster corpses and divine blood. He is the will of this earth, the embodiment of disaster and destruction.
"Humans..." Old Demon's thoughts sounded directly in the minds of the three people, with majesty and indifference, "leave the "Nine Nether Blood Lotus" and then get out."
His voice contained some kind of power of rules that followed the rules. Miao Fu and Miao Jin'er felt a sharp pain in their souls, as if they were going to be crushed by these simple words.
Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He could feel that the other party's attention was completely locked on the Nine Nether Blood Lotus that he had just put into the storage ring.
How can there be any reason to give something to others after going through a lot of hardships, even joining half an army of corpse puppets?
Not only did Ye Feng have no intention of handing it over, he actually found it a bit funny. He looked at the behemoth in front of him and made silent calculations in his mind.
The peak of immortality, facing the half-step immortal emperor.
This is no longer a matter of crossing a big realm, this is simply a natural chasm. Not to mention beating him, if the other party blows a breath, he may have to drink a pot. Although death retaliation is a trump card, facing an existence of this level, whether one stick of incense is enough time to escape his attack range is a problem.
It seems that we can’t do it without using some real skills.
Seeing Ye Feng's silence, Old Demon seemed to have lost his patience. His mountain-like head was slightly lowered, and two dark red lights locked on the zombie army behind Ye Feng.
"Noisy undead."
He slowly raised his giant hand made of rock, and then waved it gently.
Just a simple action.
"Bang! Bang..."
The remaining more than seventy corpses, including "Old Wang" who just spoke, were instantly squeezed and crushed by an invisible force. Their bones turned into bone powder in an instant, and the black soul fire completely dissipated in the air without even a chance to struggle.
In an instant, the undead army carefully built by Ye Feng was completely wiped out.
Miao Fu and Miao Jin'er collapsed on the ground, shivering, with only endless fear in their eyes. Is this the strength of the Half-Step Immortal Emperor? You don't even need to use laws. Just relying on pure power and coercion, you can obliterate a group of corpse puppets that are comparable to the early immortal masters!
After Old Demon finished all this, his dark red gaze fell back on Ye Feng, as if to say: Now, it's time for you to make a choice.
Ye Feng looked at the bone powder all over the floor without even raising his eyelids. To him, those corpse puppets are just convenient tools that can only be remade if they are gone.
He just felt that Mr. Old Demon didn't take himself too seriously.
"It's not fun to sharpen your guns in battle. It seems that today, I have to give you an on-site upgrade." Ye Feng whispered to himself, with a playful smile on his lips.
With a thought in his mind, the system panel suddenly unfolded in the sea of consciousness.
[Host: Ye Feng]
[Cultivation: Peak of Immortality]
[Qiankun Point:...]
[...]
Looking at the large series of numbers, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction. During this period of time, the wealth saved by conquering here and there was finally put to use.
"System, consume all the Qiankun points to improve your cultivation!"
[Receive the instruction, consume the Qiankun points, start to improve your cultivation...]
The moment Ye Feng gave the order, a cold snort with contempt came from the giant mountain-like body of the old demon.
In his eyes, this tiny human being faced with him, instead of running away, stood there in a daze, obviously frightened.
He was no longer prepared to give Ye Feng any chance.
The giant rock hand of Old Demon raised again. This time, in the palm of his hand, a group of dark golden lava began to gather, emitting a terrifying high temperature that could melt everything. The entire black mud in the Black Blood Swamp began to boil and evaporate under this heat wave.
However, just when he was about to strike this blow, a sudden change occurred!
A powerful aura burst out of Ye Feng's body without any warning!
"Boom!"
Golden brilliance rose into the sky, like a sun, suddenly blooming over the filthy blood field.