After I divorced, I was chased after by the best saints

After the words fell, Xia Feng's body was filled with strong divine power. The girls behind him were frantically inciting their own divine power, supporting Xia Feng's actions with their own actions.

In just a moment, golden light began to spread on Xia Feng's body, and the rich golden color fell on the surrounding gods, making them feel inspired and healed.

But the light that fell on the Nether Race on the opposite side was like a life-threatening light, causing these Nether Races to roar in agony.

Together with the reminder bells emitted by the God Burial Bell before, the surrounding underworld tribes were even more disturbed. They were already relatively powerful beings who could use four out of ten points of combat power.

Xia Feng originally thought that when he saw the death of the Nether clan around him, the Nether Ancestor would be somewhat red-eyed, even if he was not angry and insane.

But Mingzu's attitude seemed particularly strange.

He was only very angry at Xia Feng for provoking him. He seemed not to have seen the deaths of the Ming Ancestors around him at all, and did not care about the situation of his dependents at all.

After seeing Xia Feng's confusion, he sneered: "It's just some offal to replenish energy."

"To be affected so easily proves that they are still too weak."

"It doesn't matter if they are all dead. Anyway, they will turn into ghost energy and become a part of me. So what does it matter if they are all dead."

The huge death sickle struck in Xia Feng's direction again, this time the force seemed to be a bit heavier than the last time.

Even with the support of the women, Xia Feng did not dare to resist. His expression changed, he quickly moved aside, and then used the sword moves in the God's Burial Art against Ming Ancestor.

Each of these sword moves is more powerful than the last. Xia Feng rarely used these sword moves before, mostly because they consumed too much divine power.

Although this sword move is powerful, even if it is a cross-level challenge, it can leave quite a few marks on Mingzu's body.

However, using this sword could only take half a cup of tea, and Xia Feng's breathing seemed a bit heavy.

Even with the girls behind him running the Ten Jue Formation to maintain the transmission of divine power to Xia Feng, it seemed a bit difficult.

The Ming Ancestor opposite only had a few deep marks on his body. Although he looked a little embarrassed and his aura was weaker than before, it couldn't be said to be broken at all.

He sneered arrogantly: "It's just some small sword moves. In the underworld, this place is full of underworld energy. I can recover my condition at any time."

"And you, you have no way to use the power of the stars. Instead of saving a little of this little divine power, you use such a big move."

"Jie Jie Jie, I want to see what tricks you can do when you lose your divine power."

The soul fire in his eyes turned into pitch black color, and he scanned the surrounding gods.

"After I get rid of you, I will not let go of any of these gods who attack the underworld, and I will make them all my nourishment!"

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows. He thought that Mingzu didn't care about his subordinates at all, but now it seems that he is not as indifferent as he showed.

Mingzu looked a bit ferocious: "Struggle, beg for mercy, maybe I will be tortured less."

Xia Feng clicked his tongue a few times: "You really can't hold your breath. Why didn't the Great God of Creation just deal with you directly back then?"

Ming Anzu looked even more angry: "What do you know, kid! You are still talking arrogantly when you are about to die. I will let you know later what it means to live but not to die!"

The surrounding gods looked a little worried, their eyes were vaguely looking in Xia Feng's direction, and their bodies became tense.

Xia Feng had made so many preparations for them. If Xia Feng's life was really threatened by Mingzu at this time, they, the elites of the gods, would also sacrifice their lives for Xia Feng. Although it may be possible to withstand many attacks from the Underworld Ancestors, Xia Feng's death would be a greater loss to the Divine Realm than their death.

Therefore, many people have quietly left the battle and moved closer to Xia Feng.

Xia Feng lowered his eyes and glanced at them, and then heard Ming Zu's mocking voice: "These people of yours are really stupid."

"If you're dead, what's the use of them coming here? They're just sending themselves to death."

"Boy, it's rare for me to see that you are somewhat pleasing to the eye, and I think you can be of some use."

"Do you want to consider giving up the inheritance of the guy who created the world and fall into my arms?"

"The Nether Race is a clan that has defeated death. Because of our shape, our lives are extremely long. There is no more death. As long as there is Nether Qi, we will never die."

He was like a salesman, frantically trying to win over Xia Feng, as if Xia Feng was particularly attractive to him.

The smile on Xia Feng's lips widened a bit, making Ming Ancestor opposite him think that his heart was beating, and the soul fire in his eyes also started to beat.

Then the next moment something happened that shocked his soul.

The surrounding dark energy, or death energy, swept towards Xia Feng at a very fast speed, and was then swallowed into Xia Feng's body.

After the rapid transformation of the Divine Fire Platform, it quickly turned into the Avenue of Life and Death. Divine power permeated his body again, and he quickly launched the next round of attacks on Mingzu.

The soul fire in Ming Zu's eye sockets was so shocked that it almost broke: "You can actually absorb Ming Qi?"

"How is this possible? How can you, a human being, absorb the underworld energy? Even if you are that person's successor, it is impossible for you to absorb the underworld energy."

"Boy, are you really not a Hades clan?"

Xia Feng sneered: "You haven't seen it before, so you dare to conclude that the human race must not be able to absorb dark energy?"

"Not only can I absorb the underworld energy, my use of underworld energy is even faster than you."

"It doesn't matter if you can't use the power of the stars. It doesn't matter if you lack divine power. I still have a way to solve your trouble."

After the words fell, the Burying Heaven Divine Art once again showed its power, and the Burying Heaven Sword struck Ming Ancestor one after another. Especially the place where he was injured by Xia Feng was given special attention.

Ming Ancestor let out a series of cries of pain, but after all, he was an ancestor-god-level existence. Even if he was seriously injured, he still had the ability of a god emperor.

Xia Feng's attack was nothing more than cutting his flesh with a knife, slowly cutting off his foundation and draining his dark energy.

The battle lasted for three months.

The surrounding Nether Clan had been completely wiped out by the elites of the God Clan, and the girls had also lost their strength more than once. Each time, they quickly left the battle, and then quickly came back to support Xia Feng after resting to the minimum.

On the contrary, Xia Feng, who was in charge of the battle, still looked energetic, not at all tired from fighting for too long.

When Ming Zu couldn't react, he had gotten into the Dream Bead to restore his energy more than once. (End of chapter)