Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Little almsgiver, we'll meet again by fate. I'm a monk..."

The fat monk shouted to Ye Feng with a pair of thief eyes while looking at others.

Who needs to know your law number.

Gnashing his teeth, Ye Feng greeted the monk's ancestors for eight generations, and immediately rushed to a deserted corner in the northeast.

Being so noisy by him, Ye Feng lost his mood to win the treasure. Now he just wants to avoid the plague God.

Leaving everyone behind, Ye Feng flew out twenty or thirty miles, chose a place where there was no one, and began to sit and practice.

The medicine he swallowed just now worked. The magnificent energy began to swim around his limbs and bones. He couldn't hold it down. Ye Feng only felt that there was a feeling of explosion in his body, and even his pores were spraying yuan force outward.

"It's bad. I shouldn't have been angry with the dead bald donkey just now. I can't digest these drugs at all. If it goes on like this, I'll burst myself as he said."

After calming down, Ye Feng's face was full of bitter smiles. All the three gourds were good pills, and the grade reached five grades.

Although the effect of Dan medicine is worse than the inscription, it can't stand it. It's too much to take. It's true that the crow mouth of the fat monk is right.

Boom!

Before long, he felt that he was about to lose his support. Dozens of pills burst out together. It seemed that there was a volcano boiling in his body. The medicine stirred and released a violent high temperature.

"Ah!"

Ye Feng flushed and ran out to the mountains. The breath exhaled during the run had a strong smell of medicine.

However, his strange behavior did not attract too many people's attention. Almost at the moment of his steps, an earth shaking sound wave fell from the sky.

In the sky, the strong of the three races and the Demon power made an enlightening blow. The sky was submerged by the vast rules and poured down from the sky like an ocean.

Many people didn't have time to respond. Under that threat, they fought a double battle and were directly pressed on the ground.

More than a dozen strong men retreated outward together, and the rules in their hands kept shooting at the center.

Roar

In the middle of the battlefield, a hoarse roar sounded, and the huge Demon power spread outward.

"The three races have the upper hand. The Demon power can't hold on for much time."

"Hide away so that you don't get into trouble."

"I don't know the origin of that demon power..."

“……”

Martial artists below rarely see such a battle scene. In contrast, the virtual realm and the king realm are hardly worth mentioning.

But not everyone thinks so. Due to the limitation of cultivation, the Xuanshui old monster and the silver winged demon king have quit the battle circle and are staring nervously in the air.

They can see some mystery.

The Demon power in the air may be the residual soul left by the tomb owner, or it may be because it has lost its reason for too long.

The strong of the feather and aquarium have no reservation. What they want is to suppress the remnant soul. The demon clan is different. It keeps holding its strength, and sometimes even prevents the feather clan and Aquarium from hurting their heavy hands.

The reason is simple.

If the tomb is really the peacock saint, then the remnant soul is obviously the peacock saint. If such a demon saint can be resurrected, the influence of the demon family will rise to a level.

Such a scene is naturally something that other races do not want to see.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour, and the area was completely turned over. The rules raged on ten sides, and the battlefield was not allowed to be close within a hundred miles.

Under the continuous suppression of the strong of the three ethnic groups, the Demon power gradually fell into the disadvantage, and the coverage was gradually reduced. Finally, there was only about 100 feet left.

When the time came, the strong shot more fiercely.

Stab

Feeling that the other party was invincible, the Demon power suddenly made a force and tore a hole in the battle circle. The demon awn flashed and returned to the ancient hall like lightning.

Dong!

At the next moment, the whole hall began to throb, and incomparable energy fluctuations broke out suddenly. Several Colorful streamers, which were obviously brighter than the original gold and silver light, pierced the dome and flew around.

"Shengwei!"

"Among them... There are holy soldiers..."

Screams came from the four sides, and even many strong people of the three races were stunned.

There are several terrible smells in the colorful streamer, which seems to be the authority of the holy soldier.

"It's really... A great God hide, and a holy soldier was born."

An old man of the aquarium was so surprised that he reached out across the air and grabbed it. However, before his robe sleeve was close, he was shocked by the vastness of Qi and fell out a few steps.

"This is the holy thing of our demon family. How can it fall into the hands of outsiders?"

How could the demon family sit and watch the holy soldier get away by the aquarium, and someone turned his face on the spot.

"Fart!"

"Even if the owner of the tomb is a peacock saint, he has died for many years. His relics are naturally ownerless. Those who see them have a share. Hundreds of people died here, a saint soldier, but they can't recover the loss." the old shuizu sneered.

Relying on the large number of people on his side, he broke through the obstruction of demon family experts and continued to shoot at the holy soldiers in the air.

They are fighting for space, but several strong men of the feather nationality have already started their actions, surrounded the holy soldiers and are trying to collect them.

Different from the spirit tools of earth level and heaven level, holy soldiers are very rare, and ordinary holy places can't have them.

The holy soldier that just flew out is obviously different. It should be a treasure refined by the peacock. After flying out, it releases rumbling pressure, which makes these strong people excited.

Everyone has no scruples. Facing the treasures of this level, Wang Jingwu can only look at them. With their cultivation, intercepting the holy soldier is tantamount to death.

"I wonder if brother Bai and the Star City Lord will compete. That's... Holy soldiers!"

In the distance, Ye Feng looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly as he ran with red eyes.

Naturally, he also wants to have a holy soldier. After entering the king's realm, theoretically, he can stimulate some holy soldier powers.

With such a treasure as a guarantee, you may be able to save your life at a critical moment.

But now Ye Feng is too busy to let off steam, which only makes him feel a little better and doesn't consume enough medicine.

"Hahaha, holy soldiers are treasures. They are scattered everywhere. I'm afraid they will hurt people. Even if they can't hurt people, it's not good to hurt those flowers and plants. Let the Buddha do good deeds and collect them."

When passing a mountain, Ye Feng saw the fat monk again.

He twisted his body, flexibly passed through one master after another, and chased the streamer in the sky.

Driven by the fat monk, those strong people of all ethnic groups went out and rushed up recklessly to catch up with the God.