Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Several black lines appeared directly on Ye Feng's forehead.

He never imagined that the villain made him pay half his blood in advance.

His idea just now was to persuade the villain to promise to trade with him. If it's not an evil race, he doesn't need to pay extra.

It's better now. It seems that if you don't pay, the villain can't help.

Even get angry and fight them.

This is a great God who can't be provoked.

He dare not say that the deal is not done at this time.

Ye Feng broke his teeth and swallowed in his stomach. He honestly handed over his blood.

At the moment, Ye Feng has a feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his feet.

Because even that drop of blood essence had to be handed in in advance, Ye Feng didn't start the altar directly after paying the price, but continued to recover.

The recovery of blood essence is very slow.

What he has to do now is just to recover his weakness after paying a lot of blood, so that he can maintain a certain combat strength.

If you want to recover, you need to recuperate slowly in the future.

One day later, Ye Feng asked Yang Zhen to restart the altar.

Originally, they could see clearly the process of the semi saints of tiandaomen operating the altar.

In addition, many spare materials were also stored in their storage rings, so they were easy to operate without any mistakes.

But one of the materials exploded inexplicably.

Leading to "help?" Ye Feng was a little stunned and didn't quite understand what this meant.

He paused and wanted to speak truthfully.

But the figure didn't give him a chance to speak. He said in a deep voice, "contact me through this method. I can promise you a request. This is the promise I made in the past."

"Since you call me, although you are not an old friend, you still promise to count. Come on, what do you need to do for you."

Ye Feng and Yang Zhen were stunned. They looked at each other and felt a little incredible.

Can you get free help?

Ye Feng and Yang Zhen preach and ask him to talk to him about his ancestors.

Yang Zhen immediately understood what Ye Feng meant.

I don't know the details of the other party. I need to test it.

Immediately said: "elder, since you have an agreement with your ancestors, the younger family has followed the agreement of their ancestors from generation to generation. I'm looking for you here. I don't know where I can see your real body? Younger people want to see you in person."

"Oh, your name?"

"Younger generation Yang, single name is true."

"Young generation......" the figure seems to be remembering.

Then he nodded slightly: "there are some impressions. I didn't expect that you haven't forgotten me after so many years. I'm very glad to have this sincerity."

"Well, since I'm an old friend's younger generation, I should see it. But my place is special. Words can't show that the strength of this altar is still weak. You need to stabilize it with your own strength. I can brand the place to you through the altar."

"Thank you, elder. I'm willing to accept the younger generation's visit."

Yang Zhen's face showed some joy, and then took the initiative to enter the altar and strengthen the altar with his own yuan force.

"The power of one person is too slow. Come and help."

The unreal figure frowned and looked at Ye Feng again.

Ye Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But for a moment, he couldn't catch the flash of inspiration. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Yang Zhen, he didn't think much and stepped into the altar.

As he stepped in, Ye Feng frowned and felt that there seemed to be a huge force, forcibly absorbing his yuan force and even vitality.

"Hmm? Elder, didn't you say you just need Yuan Li to stabilize the altar?"

Ye Feng's face changed.

"Yes, but the altar has not been opened for a long time, and the channel has been dusty for too long. You don't need to worry. When the channel is stable, I will help you recover and go to a higher level."

The unreal figure was still in a kind tone.

Ye Feng wants to withdraw his vitality, but he finds it difficult, but the loss of vitality is really slow.

I didn't feel any discomfort.

"Now, can you tell me how you need my help?"

The figure spoke again, and there was a reassuring smell in his voice.

Without hesitation, Yang Zhen said directly, "the greatest wish of predecessors and younger people here is to find a dirt free soil. I hope predecessors can help."

"Do you only need a piece of dirt free soil? Would it be a pity for ordinary materials to fulfill this wish?"

The illusory figure opened his mouth lightly and said with a smile: "there is no dirt. After the channel is stable, we can directly use the altar to give and wait. It is not to fulfill that wish. You can mention another one."

"Then... Thank you, elder." Yang Zhen thanked one after another with great joy.

Ye Feng didn't know why. Suddenly, he felt sleepy.

He felt bad.

But sleepiness became stronger and stronger. I wanted to speak, but I found that I had no strength.

I can only forcibly bite the tip of my tongue and look at the strange villain. I hope the villain can help at this moment.

After seeing his eyes, the villain seemed to understand his meaning. The lantern in his hand trembled slightly, and a purple mist filled his body.

Instantly dispelled all his sleep.

Ye Feng felt weaker and weaker for a moment.

"Something's wrong!"

Ye Feng was awe inspiring and hurriedly reminded Yang Zhen.

Then he jumped down from the altar and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Zhen's body. After pulling, he failed to pull Yang Zhen down from the altar.

However, at this time, I suddenly heard a voice breaking through the sky, which came from the horizon in an instant.

And a fierce angry drink.

"Two ignorant boys dare to open this altar? Do you want to die?"

With the sound of words, Ye Feng saw a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and stars, holding a long sword, appeared in front of the altar.

Waving is a sword, cut on this altar.

The speed was so fast that Ye Feng didn't react, and the illusory figure didn't react either.

Buzzing.

The altar was hit and began to collapse.

At this moment, the unreal figure suddenly became ferocious and roared angrily: "Damn, damn the blue moon family, sooner or later, we will let your whole family die without a place to bury!"

Now he is like a cold devil. Where is the kind look just now.

"Hum, modo, you don't want to break the seal in your life. Go to sleep honestly!"

With a cold hum, the young man cut out two swords and destroyed the altar without hesitation.

"Ah... I will destroy your whole family!"

With a unwilling voice, the illusory figure dissipated forcibly.

Ye Feng immediately felt that the control of the altar had disappeared.

He pulled Yang Zhen back to himself.

The latter slumped on the ground, pale and sweating.

Obviously, his strength has been greatly damaged.

Ye Feng also turned a little white.

The purple fog of the strange villain helped him disperse the power of the altar and let him get away a little earlier than Yang Zhen, so the situation was a little better.

At this time, he had completely reflected that the illusory figure just appeared, which was connected with the altar, was definitely not a good thing.

He opened his mouth to thank the young man.

But the other party waved and hummed cold again.