Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 1127 Michael Appears

"Cough...cough..."

Ye Feng lay on the ground, coughing violently.

Every time he coughed, his breath weakened for a round, and even his hair turned gray.

In the end, the ink-like black hair turned half gray and half white.

The breath is like a candle in the wind, which will go out at any time.

But among all the people in the valley, no matter whether it was the ghost monster or the many wolves, no one dared to point a finger at him.

Everyone looked at Hou Yi who fell to the ground, was cut off in the middle, and even split the sun-shooting bow into two pieces with terrified eyes.

"Contemporary myth! A contemporary myth has fallen?"

A ghostly strong man said in disbelief with his teeth shaking.

The others also stood there respectfully with their heads bowed, not daring to raise their heads.

Everyone was filled with endless shock and fear.

Many wolves stood there stiffly, not to mention running away, not even daring to move.

Contemporary myth!
The god of Zongbu, Houyi!
Finally, the real strong man who can shoot the five arrows that freeze time!
Really great!

But even such a great god was beheaded by Ye Feng with a single sword.

At this moment, who else would dare to look directly at Ye Feng again?
"An old myth has fallen, maybe we are all witnessing the birth of a new myth!"

A thought suddenly rose in the hearts of everyone.

"Brother Ye Feng! How are you doing!"

Heng Xinglian rushed over to support the crumbling Ye Feng.

The Holy Son, Lucifer, and Gladstone also surrounded Ye Feng in an instant, asking with concern.

But Ye Feng was already kneeling on the ground.

After all, he still overestimated himself a bit. This Dou Lei Jue cannot be released by his tenth-grade transfer.

Of the seven life lamps that Zhuge Ming set for himself back then, only one life lamp was left fluttering and might go out at any time.

Heng Xinglian is already a crystal that does not melt into bones, and has no way to shed tears anymore. She just tightly grasped Ye Feng's arm and called Ye Feng's name.

At this time, many strong ghosts and creatures reacted.

Indeed, they witnessed the fall of a myth.

However, this does not mean that another myth will rise.

In Ye Feng's pocket, there is still the monster fruit.

Since he is about to die, when will he wait if he doesn't grab it now?

Ghosts here, don't talk about morality.

You did save us, and you are indeed very powerful, but that was a matter of the last minute.

Now that you are about to die, if you don't grab the monster's fruit, when will you wait?
This idea was born in the hearts of countless ghosts and creatures, and among them, someone took a step forward.

The little power Lucifer and the Holy Son recovered was consumed a lot in the battle against the giant wolf just now, but they still stood up and returned to the places where they drew their lines at the beginning.

Gladstone also laughed wildly, "Seeing this battle, I have no regrets in this life!

Forget it, just take these young people and sacrifice the sword! "

He smiled and stood on the last line.

Ye Feng's ability has completely convinced the three of them.

The master of contemporary mythology is well-deserved.

"Those who cross the line, die!"

The three of them said this sentence almost simultaneously, and at the same time deepened the marks on the ground with the sword in their hands.

The ten strong ghosts and creatures looked at the three of them with some trepidation.

The power of these three people made them feel a little terrified in their hearts.

But one of the strong men looked at the giant wolves who had lost their king behind them.

They are also ghost wolves!
"You don't want your king to die in vain either!"

The ghost-creature strongman shouted loudly, which instantly made those giant wolves react.

They looked at Ye Feng, who was lying on the ground dying, and the half-exposed fruit in his arms, with greedy green eyes shining.

Although the king is dead, the monster fruit as a reward is still there.

Moreover, they can also avenge their king.

With the nearly one hundred giant wolves they have left, they may not be invincible against Ye Feng's team, which is now exhausted.

Among them, a wolf took a step, and at the same time, more wolves followed.

The strong ghost was overjoyed.

Sure enough, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

"Have you forgotten what you just said!" Heng Xinglian asked angrily, "Brother Ye Feng saved you, but you are treating him like this!

The one who wanted to kill you just now was the God of Zongbu, Hou Yi! "

"Heng Xinglian, you used to be the younger sister of a descendant of Maoshan, and your level of awareness is certainly beyond the comprehension of our lowly evil spirits."

"Don't you just want the sprite fruit!
That's it for you guys! "

Heng Xinglian grabbed the monster fruit, but was stopped by Ye Feng.

"Brother Ye Feng! What's the use of this thing! You are the righteous master of Maoshan, this thing is of no use to you at all!

Even if you comprehend the Dao of Demon God, the stellar qi in your body is purer and cannot be absorbed at all, and it will kill you if you eat it!

give it to them! "

Heng Xinglian thought that Ye Feng was reluctant to part with this spooky fruit, and was already a little choked up.

Because among the five of them, this monster fruit is only useful to her.

Brother Ye Feng, do you want to keep the sprite fruit to yourself?

"Sister Xinglian, why are you still so innocent after you have been in ghosts for so long?" Ye Feng coughed and said, then looked at those ghosts and monsters:
"My power makes them very afraid.

Do you think they will let me go and just take this monster fruit?

Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots is the condition for them to sit back and relax! "

"Tianshi Ye is brilliant." The strong man at the head said respectfully, "I have stayed in the world of ghosts and humans for nearly ten thousand years in total.

You Fengweizi, Ye Feng, and Ye Tianshi are the first person I obey.

With such a high level of cultivation and such a clear mind, the four words of contemporary myth are worthy of it.

Just, sorry. "

He glanced at the strong men around him, and the giant wolves behind him also ran violently, rushing towards Ye Feng frantically.

"Holy Son, I am willing to temporarily abandon disputes with you." Lucifer looked back at the Holy Son standing behind him.

The Holy Son's face was calm, "To protect Tianshi Ye today, I would also like to abandon disputes with you and purify these young people!"

The strength of the two of them may no longer be able to withstand the first wave of shock.

However, fallen angels and angels were once considered to be in the same line, and they had a certain kill.

As the two spoke, they stood together hand in hand, and afterward, the two gradually merged.

In the end, they merged into one person, and that was the real Archangel—St. Michael!
Michael is the most dazzling and famous archangel. He not only has the courage and incomparable power that ordinary people do not have, but also has the most beautiful appearance, very handsome.

He has a brave and resolute personality. Although he is warlike, he is full of compassion. He holds absolute negation and ruthless annihilation of evil things. He is the embodiment of "absolute justice" without any darkness.

The darkness on Lucifer's body also faded away at this time, and he merged with the Son to become such a God of War!
The Son rules heaven, but the real head is God.

It's like the Jade Emperor is in charge of the heaven, but the real leader is Haotian.

His greatest strength is the incarnation of an angel of light—that cannot be compared with Angel Michael.

The strongest angel needs to fuse with the dark fallen angel.

This is also the law of this world - everything depends on each other.

Michael's eyes showed a white light, and the eight wings made of pure light were like blades, which could cut everything.

Michael's body, from the inside to the outside, whether it is bones, muscles, blood or even internal organs, is filled with the power of light.

He spread his wings, flew in mid-air, and roared to the sky.

His golden hair flew like flames, and brilliant white light shot from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.

This means that Michael has pushed the power of light in his body to the extreme.

A sharp white light spread out from the palm, gradually stretched, and finally turned into a five-foot-long cross lightsaber.

Michael held this huge seventeen or eight-meter-long cross lightsaber, and slashed at many powerful ghosts and monsters.

All of a sudden, there was only this bright sword light left in the whole world.

It seems that the space is cut open under this sword.

The bright white glow condensed like substance, almost turning into gold.

Michael had wings on his back, held his sword in the air, and slashed out a blow of divine punishment.

"Holy Cross Divine Punishment!"

The moment Michael landed on the ground, a huge explosion hit. Lucifer and the Holy Son disintegrated instantly, flew backwards around Ye Feng, and finally stopped beside Ye Feng.

The huge explosion carried a terrifying power of light and swept away in an instant.

"I never thought that the two of you are willing to let go of the dispute for me." Ye Feng said lightly.

Lucifer and the Holy Son are also in a state of exhaustion now, but Lucifer still taunted:
"You boy, there is a magical power that makes people approach."

Ye Feng just smiled silently, looking at the remaining half of ghosts and monsters and half of giant wolves after the explosion containing light.

Although there were only half of them, there were still five strong men and nearly fifty giant wolves. With such a powerful configuration, Gladstone couldn't stop them.

"Your Excellency Gladstone, Heng Xinglian will defend against the enemy with you!"

Heng Xinglian stood firmly by Gladstone's side.

Gladstone still laughed wildly: "Happy! Happy!
Well, let's not die today! "

When the remaining half of the strong men rushed over, Gladstone had already drawn his sword and rushed into the crowd with a peculiar sword technique. Heng Xinglian was responsible for blocking those ghostly strong men who crossed the line.

The battle situation continued to develop, and it was obvious that Gladstone could no longer resist.

No matter how strong he was, under the siege of so many strong men, he couldn't hold it for too long. The sword was getting slower and slower, and there were already many wounds on his body.

There were also many cracks on Heng Xinglian's hard crystal bone, and it seemed that she could no longer hold on...

Ye Feng heaved a long sigh, holding the monster fruit.

Now, he has to make a bet.

The bet is whether he can use the Demonic Dao to suppress the Gang Qi and completely devour this sprite fruit.

He glanced at Gladstone and Heng Xinglian who were too weak to fight, and he had no time to think about it.

He made up his mind and swallowed the sprite fruit in one gulp...

(End of this chapter)