Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 65
"Roar!" "Zhi!" "Chirp!". . .

Accompanied by their whistling and roaring, just for a moment, it actually created the magnificent demeanor of the beasts in this world.

And Leng Feng was dressed in white, with colorful hair fluttering, standing barefoot in the middle of the endless herd of beasts, as if he was accepting the worship of all beasts, he was really majestic and unpredictable.

At this moment, everyone on the battlefield who saw this scene was dumbfounded, out of their minds, who would dare to underestimate or make irresponsible remarks with such an expression?
Wu Shufeng and other deacon disciples only felt dizzy, as if they were trapped by a door. Is the person in front of them really someone they can arrange and insult at will?
Thinking that Leng Feng would make trouble for them later, they felt as if they were being pricked by needles!
However, all this was far from over, and after Wanshou worshiped, in front of Leng Feng, a radiant golden crown quietly appeared.

But looking at the crown, the whole seems to be made of the most crystal clear colored glaze, engraved with thousands of beasts, and ancient seals are everywhere.

Even though it is just a phantom, it still gives people a feeling of endless vicissitudes and mysteries.

Now, it is the center of the entire battlefield. What is particularly surprising is that under the shroud of the crown's light, all the monsters of the East China Sea were forcibly suppressed and fell to the ground.

No, to be precise, they collapsed to the ground, and even some of them with very low cultivation levels were directly frightened to death.

"Hey! What is this, damn it, no!"

Even the juvenile Jinjiao, which was soaring in the sky to show off its power, was suppressed and landed on the ground, unable to move.

As for the lightning and tide he caused, they also disappeared in an instant, turning into nothingness.

Leng Feng stepped forward slowly, carrying ten thousand beasts and the phantom of the golden crown, walking in the world like a god.

At this time, the brilliance on his body was extremely dazzling and unparalleled.

Walking in front of the young Jin Jiao, Leng Feng's eyes were piercing and charming, he looked down at the Jin Jiao from a high position, and spoke lightly.

"If you want to live forever, surrender to me!"

"You humble ant of the human race, what have you done to this prince, let go of this prince quickly, otherwise this prince will definitely let your father and king tear you into pieces!"

The young Jinjiao struggled vigorously and violently, like a fish trapped in the shoal, but his aura was extremely strong, he didn't pay attention to Leng Feng at all, and continued to shout ferociously.

"If that's the case, then you're going to die."

Leng Feng's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if what he killed in the next second was not a young golden dragon with the blood of a golden dragon, not the prince of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, but just a fly that was crushed to death.

Raise your hand and push out again!

Just at this moment, all the beasts roared and roared, and the golden crown turned into light, covering the young golden dragon and going away.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!". . .

At this moment, the golden dragon seemed to have suffered all kinds of suffering in the world. For a moment, his face was ferocious, his body trembled and rolled, and his roars were like howling, full of endless pain and despair.

It only feels that its soul and body are being squeezed by an extremely powerful and terrifying force, and maybe in the next second, they will be completely squeezed.

The soul perishes, and the bones do not exist.

There was no moment when the young Jinjiao realized that death was so close to it, and boundless trembling and darkness instantly occupied its whole mind.

"Hey, forgive me...I am willing...to surrender!"

Intermittently, the golden dragon begged for mercy, it only knew that it didn't want to die, even if it lived, it would be enslaved by others.

However, as if Leng Feng didn't hear its words at all, his raised palm didn't move at all, and he watched helplessly as the phantom of the golden crown sank into Jin Jiao's body bit by bit.

Hearing the scream of the juvenile golden dragon, which was more shrill than one, until two or three minutes later, the golden crown disappeared, and the juvenile golden dragon completely fell into a dying state.

Just as Leng Feng withdrew his hand, a faint smile spread from the corner of his mouth, and a paleness appeared on his face but quickly disappeared.

Turning around, he stepped forward, like a dragon walking, a pair of black eyes scanned the battlefield, and with just one glance, the other surviving East Sea Monsters got up and fled screaming.

They're just a bunch of homeless dogs.

And Wu Shufeng and other deacon disciples also trembled slightly under Leng Feng's gaze and did not dare to get up, a person who could kill the young golden flood that disturbed the entire battlefield by himself.

It was really hard for them to imagine, if Leng Feng pursued their offenses before, how would they resist?
But Leng Feng didn't attack them, but frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You guys don't hurry up to kill the enemy, don't you, as the disciples of the Immortal Sect, be scared out of your wits by a group of vulnerable monsters?"

"Yes, I will swear to kill the enemy!"

"Follow your brother's orders."

"We know, brother."

"...!"

As Leng Feng's voice fell, many Xingcun disciples headed by Wu Shufeng quickly got up in response to the sound, and rushed towards the fleeing East Sea monster.

They, who had been suppressed for a long time, were extremely ferocious when they killed the enemy. In just a moment, more than half of the two thousand East Sea monsters were slaughtered by them.

Finally, the crisis was completely resolved, and now on the entire Northwest Peninsula, except for the postponed disciples of the Xianzong and the transport personnel who did not come and were evacuated, there were corpses and blood everywhere.

"Thank you, brother, for saving us. It's really hard to repay your kindness."

Even before he had time to clean up the battlefield, Wu Shufeng led many deacon disciples behind him to stand in front of Leng Feng, and thanked him face to face.

Then without waiting for Leng Feng to open his mouth, Wu Shufeng said again: "However, I have some elixirs in reserve, maybe senior brother can use them, please accept them, you must not refuse."

As he spoke, a light golden storage bag appeared in his hand, and he bowed his head and placed it on top of his head.

"Brother, please accept it!"

"Never refuse."

"Brother, please accept it!"

"...!"

Seeing this, many deacon disciples behind him pleaded for orders at the same time, and no one had any complaints.

Who made Leng Feng's invincible image deeply rooted in their hearts, but now they are spending money to avoid disaster.

Leng Feng took the storage bag in Wu Shufeng's hand, and his spiritual sense penetrated into it for a glance, and it turned out that there were no less than a hundred bottles of pills.

Most of them are Yuanqi Pills of the first stage of transformation, and the rest are some healing sheets and detoxification pills, which are various and complete.

Seeing this, he was slightly happy in his heart, Leng Feng really didn't expect to have such an unexpected harvest, he knew that these pills could be taken.

As Wu Shufeng and others who manage the sect's industry on Lingturtle Island, it is not difficult to accumulate and embezzle a batch of elixirs.

Therefore, it is not considered a violation of the door rules, and Leng Feng also understands that if he does not accept these pills, Wu Shufeng and others will not feel at ease. .

(End of this chapter)