Fantasy: Divine Level Luck

Spirit Communication Stone.

When the next Martial Dao mark was about to appear, Ye Feng suddenly said to the system: "System, how come this Spirit Communication stone tablet doesn't have the Martial Dao mark of Mysterious Heaven Gate Xuanzu?"

According to what the system said, he should have met Xuanzu long ago.

But... now it's the third one.

Even the Great Emperor came out.

Is that old guy Xuanzu stronger than the Great Emperor of Jiuyang?

Obviously, this is impossible.

"Ding Dong, there is a system error. The Xuanzu Seal was squeezed out by monks three hundred years ago."

"The mark will be retrieved for the host soon."

Ye Feng held his forehead and shook his head speechlessly.

"Buzz buzz!"

In front of his eyes, another shadow condensed.

"My lord, why are you here?"

Suddenly, a voice of doubt sounded, and Xuanzu Seal opened his eyes and glanced around, very puzzled.

"boom!"

Before he could react, a huge fist appeared on his face.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The dull bombardment sounded again and again, and Ye Feng instantly raised his strength to the extreme.

"Isn't this, the ancestor of Mysterious Heaven Gate!? Why does it appear in the Spirit Communication Monument?"

"That's not the key...The key is, why is he in second place? Why is the legendary Great Emperor of Nine Suns in third place?"

"Ye Feng did a great job! Hit him! Keep hitting him!"

Outside, countless people became unhappy.

Xuanzu may be strong in front of them.

But in the Spirit Communication Monument...it is really weak and explodes.

From the top of the 280 to the top, almost all are Saints, and their names are resounding. They were powerful and prestigious in the world at that time.

And...all of them are monsters.

Xuanzu, why are you in second place?

What qualifications does he have? Um?

But... what they didn't know was that Xuanzu's mark had been squeezed out three hundred years ago.

This is just someone who temporarily transferred it.

Just to... suppress Xuanzu, and plunder his luck by the way.

"Huh? What's going on? You're not dead yet?" Ye Feng asked in confusion. Even the peak Saint himself only used three extreme punches.

To be fair, although Xuanzu, an old bastard, was very hateful, he was the one he looked up to now.

But...he is really not that good among the Saints.

It can even be said to be quite weak.

Xuanzu Seal suddenly retreated violently, with a stern look on his face, after seeing clearly the surrounding situation and the person who attacked him.

He yelled angrily: "Ye Feng, how dare you do the following, do you really think those three old dogs can protect you!?"

"Although I don't know why you are here, but... you, an ant, dare to come here to die, then I will not spare you!"

The tone was a little excited.

He has become enemies with geniuses like Ye Feng, and has long been worried about him, and has been thinking of ways to get rid of Ye Feng.

Moreover... I am now seriously injured because of Ye Feng.

The Thousand Thousand Thunder Tribulation was an unthinkable disaster. I was struck by lightning out of thin air, and then I fought back, only to be chased for thousands of miles...

Murderous intent gradually surged.

"What's going on? How can he speak?"

"The mark of Martial Dao is just the condensation of Dao. Without the strength and means of the Great Emperor, how can it be possible to let one's Dao speak?"

"Damn it! Xuanzu is crazy, he actually... actually..."

As he spoke, countless people turned their attention to Feng Zu, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Well...three old dogs.

One of them was watching this scene with great irony.

Feng Zu seemed to have no mood swings and looked at the projection in mid-air indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Ancestor completely broke his relationship with the other three ancestors of Mysterious Heaven Gate.

"There is actually a ray of soul that controls the mark?"

Ye Feng's face gradually revealed a smile that became brighter and brighter.

It's a good system. He actually got a ray of soul. No wonder he couldn't be killed with three punches.

With the mark of the soul, there is naturally the blessing of the body, and coupled with the soul of the Saint, it is extremely powerful.

The Martial Dao mark may be extremely scary or powerful in the eyes of ordinary people. After all, it is condensed by the Tao of a monk.

But... in front of Ye Feng, it's just a matter of one punch. If it's not enough, then another punch.

"Give it to me, come and die!"

The violent momentum swept across, and the spiritual energy rolled like a tide.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, a thunder sounded, and the afterimage passed by.

Before Xuanzu could react, another huge fist appeared on his face.

"boom!"

Pain, a jolt from the soul.

This punch... almost caused this ray of his soul to disappear into ashes.

"How, how is it possible? How can I not defeat an ant like you?" Xuanzu's eyes revealed an unbelievable look.

Himself, a Saint.

Being pushed to the ground and rubbed by an intermediate Soul Formation ant? There is no way to fight back.

Although he clearly felt that his current strength was also at the middle level of Soul Formation, but... he still found it difficult to accept it.

"I am Saint!"

"The legendary invincible Saint!"

"You are just an ant of Soul Formation, so what if you are extremely talented? Your understanding of the world and your combat experience are thousands of times weaker than mine!"

"You ant, get out of here!"

Xuanzu wanted to struggle away.

"boom!"

Ye Feng punched it again, it was so flashy, not to mention Saint, I even dared to punch the Great Emperor's Martial Dao mark!

"Saint...hehehe, the Saint mark that was killed by the young master of Mysterious Heaven Gate just now is not three hundred, but two hundred and eighty, right?"

"Invincible Saint? Maybe this sentence is useful in front of other people, but it is useless in front of this monster."

Countless people shook their heads. The entire Spirit Communication Monument was slaughtered from bottom to top by Ye Feng.

You Xuanzu, who do you think you are?

Now, since they have seen more than two hundred Saint's Martial Dao marks, they even feel... Xuanzu is very weak?

"boom!"

"boom!"

Fist, keep hitting.

The soul began to collapse.

Xuanzu was roaring, roaring, this... was another unreasonable disaster.

When you reach the realm of Saint, the soul is too important, even the slightest damage will cause damage to the foundation.

"Bastard, bastard! When you return to the clan, I will crush you to ashes!"

Xuanzu's voice gradually became smaller and disappeared.

His Martial Dao mark also drifted away in the wind.

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for completing the side mission, obtaining the mark of Xuanzu, activating luck stealing for free, and automatically carrying out luck plundering."

"Target: Xuanzu luck!"

"in progress……"