Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"What?"

"The will of the sage is comparable to the existence of the law of heaven..."

"The boy is finished, but it's incredible to force Yeyu Shang to use this move."

"Even if we exist like this, we will be defeated under the crushing of the will of the sage..."

"The night rain mourns this man, which is hidden deep enough..."

Liu Shuyu, a bald monk with dark skin and thick eyebrows, and a young man in purple robes quickly withdrew hundreds of feet. Only then could they avoid the pressure of the huge will and not kneel down on the spot.

What was revealed in the eyes of the three people was also full of horror.

The will of a saint can almost turn the world around.

With this skill, he was able to join the first echelon, but the night rain war did not show the mountain and dew, and even hid them.

What does he want to do?

Fortunately, he was forced out by an insignificant half empty Xiaowu. At this moment, Liu Shuyu and others were very worried about the night rain war.

In the center of the battle circle, Ye Feng, who was under the pressure of the will of the sage, turned blood red and his brain became chaotic.

"Kneel down, kneel down..."

Only these two words sounded repeatedly in my ears.

Even though ye Fengwu's will is strong, it is difficult to compare with the will of saints. When his steps are soft, he is about to bend his knees and kneel like those martial artists around him.

But at this moment, a voice in Ye Feng's brain suddenly made him happy: "eh... How can there be a breath of martial saint? Ye Feng, are you fighting with a martial saint?"

"Yuanling, help me!"

Ye Feng's body had leaned forward, but the appearance of Yuan Ling made him bite his teeth and straighten his body.

"What? Is that little martial Saint going to kill you?" Yuan Ling asked.

"Nonsense... Can you deal with it?" Ye Feng could not bear it. Blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and seven orifices.

"If it's the kind of Saint warrior with flesh and blood, Ben Yuanling can't help it, but there's only a trace of residual will. What's the big deal?" Yuan Ling sneered and continued, "it's so deceptive that he bullies the people Ben Yuanling looks after while Ben Yuanling is sleeping? Hum, erase this trace of residual will first."

Before the voice fell, a gray ball of light floated out of Ye Feng's head and went straight into the Dharma phase Wu soul of the night rain war.

In an instant, Ye Feng, including everyone, was under less pressure.

That kind of blessing on himself, the overwhelming momentum of great authority, fell apart in an instant, and when Ye Feng returned to God, he realized that Yuan Ling had already returned.

"Done..."

It said easily: "the remaining will of the little martial saint has been swallowed by the Benyuan spirit. If you have the opportunity, you can plunder his Dharma vitality."

"Plunder the vitality of the law?"

"No mistake, the law is the essence of the Holy Spirit. There is a hint of the Holy Land in nature. If you use divine eye to calculate, you may get a hint of the mystery, which is very good for your practice." Yuan Ling nodded.

"OK!" Ye Feng nodded heavily.

Will is equivalent to spirit, and will crushing is actually similar to spirit attack. It is only a form aimed at the state of thinking and has no actual combat power.

Now that the will of the sage has disappeared, Ye Feng will not pay attention to the Dharma and martial spirit of Yeyu war.

A fierce light burst out in his eyes. Suddenly, he straightened up and completely restored his previous heroic posture. Kunpeng's Jiutian body method swept out. In a flash, he appeared in front of the obviously dull FA Xiang Wu soul.

Then a light cyan flame appeared on his arm. The green dark fire was urged out by Ye Feng again. His whole arm was shining with a light cyan light at the moment.

"Huh?"

Yeyu Shang also realized that it was wrong.

There are not many saints' will condensed by themselves, but it should be no problem to stimulate them three or two times. How can they disappear after only a few breath time?

"Grandpa?"

"Holy Father?"

Let him break his throat and brain melon seeds, he would never think that the will of the sage he regarded as relying on was swallowed up by the yuan spirit quietly.

"Your ancestors don't want you."

"Now, take a punch from me!"

In the burst of applause, Ye Feng's whole body strength seemed to condense in his right arm at this moment. A ferocious color brushed his face. His arm waved and his fist with light cyan flame bombarded the spirit of Dharma.

This punch was made by Ye Feng with anger, which released all the power, yuan power and even green, black and quiet fire in his body.

"Bang!"

In the face of Ye Feng's angry fist and the fierce and domineering fire, the arm of FA Xiang's Wu soul shows that it has melted into nothingness.

The blue flame swept up. Soon, the whole solemn spirit of the Dharma phase was surrounded by the flame, and a dull low roar tossed around in the flame.

Slowly, finally, under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, the whole son burst into a different vitality.

"Hmm? The vitality of FA Xiang?"

Ye Feng's eyes were cold and his arms danced wildly. The eternal green pulse opened the phagocytosis mode and absorbed the strange vitality wrapped by the green dark fire into his body.

"Ah..."

The figure of Yeyu Shang flew out upside down and pulled out a ditch hundreds of feet on the ground. Only then did he stand firm in a very embarrassed way.

"Pooh!"

Directly ejected a mouthful of blood, and the horror on the night rain Shang's face naturally needs no more words. He didn't think that he would be hurt by a person who stepped into the virtual martial arts.

Sage Dharma phase, sage will.

Now, the will of the sage has disappeared without a trace. Even the vitality of the Dharma phase has been plundered by the other party by strange means. He is not wronged by this old blood.

Around the Dragon King City, it seems that there is silence at this moment.

Even Liu Shuyu and others, who are hundreds of feet away in the air, have become very cautious when they look at Ye Feng.

This boy can hurt the night rain war. If the night rain war uses the spirit of the Dharma phase, its strength is not lower than them.

In other words, the small martial artists who are half empty ahead may not have the ability to hurt them, but they also have the strength to join the first echelon.

This... Is incredible.

Half into the virtual, you can enter the first echelon? With such talent and strength, even the top peerless talents in the whole Yuan Wu continent have to look at each other when compared with the person in front of them.

At the same time, many martial artists around could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If ye Yushang hadn't taken the lead to find out Ye Feng's real strength, I'm afraid there would be a large number of unsightly warriors coveting to transmit the order and turn to Ye Feng.

In that case, many people will suffer greatly.