Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Half an hour passed quickly. Except for those seriously injured like Lin Tujue, most martial artists have recovered some yuan strength.

At this time, the heavenly forbidden city was set up by the demon sect by what means. It could neither enter nor leave, nor even the communication spirit symbol could be transmitted, completely cutting off the idea of each holy place asking for help from the sect.

The forbidden Dharma array is extremely powerful. It can't be broken by breaking the cultivation of the king's territory at dawn. After he and Wang Po made a test, it is estimated that at least six or seven strong king's territory players need to make a shot at the same time to break through the forbidden Dharma.

It's impossible to leave alone now.

For the demon sect, this is to catch turtles in a jar, surround all the righteous martial arts who enter the heavenly Forbidden City in the city, and then kill them one by one.

But they didn't expect that Mo Lin, the three elders of Tianji hall, was so powerful that he needed to gather the strength of four sects to intercept it. Moreover, with the help of qianniazhai, there were changes in the star view, and even destroyed the three branches of soul yuan blood hall, moon demon sect and soul loss palace.

Everything is due to the emergence of Ye Feng, a disciple of wanjue sect, which slowly expands the advantages of the right way.

"The two disciples of Xingxiang temple and qianniazhai, gather and set out to rescue Tianji hall!"

Wang Po and Duan Tianming's figure twinkled at the front of the team, leading the people to rush to the battlefield that still exudes strong fluctuations in the distance.

They don't know how the war is going now. What they can do now is to support them as quickly as possible.

Once the Tianji hall is destroyed by the demon sect, it is absolutely difficult for the remaining 20 or 30 disciples of the astrological view and qianniazhai to resist the joint attacks of other branches of the demon sect. Therefore, they must take this step whether for their own safety or to save the Tianji hall.

There are no other options.

The battle between the two camps is cruel and tragic. The loser has to face only death or endless torture like hell

"Whoosh..."

Ye Feng's figure followed behind Wang Po, but he didn't fall too far behind, far more than other virtual world disciples behind him.

Flying in the air, he vaguely felt that after he suppressed his accomplishments, he increased instead of decreasing in speed, and the richness of Yuan force was much higher than before. Otherwise, even if he exercised the "Kunpeng nine days body method" with the "rosefinch virtual shadow", I'm afraid he couldn't keep up with the pace of the two kings.

"Strong strength... Is really desirable."

Feeling the abundant and powerful yuan force in his body, Ye Feng couldn't help feeling.

Today, he has gradually emerged in the yuan and Wu mainland. However, the four levels of virtual environment are still too low. He really doesn't want to experience being bullied and has to swallow it. He can only leave wanjuezong like a lost dog under the shelter of Lord Yan Xifeng.

The deep sense of powerlessness and shame, like a thousand swords through the heart, impressed Ye Feng deeply.

There is only one way to solve these problems, that is to become stronger, Wang Jing and saints! Even practice to a higher level and trample on all those who humiliated and tortured themselves.

Ye Feng's eyes were burning with flames.

Ling juetian, long Zaixing, Bai Wangtian and so on, one face after another full of ridicule flashed in his mind

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Just as the two disciples of qianniao Zhai in Xingxiang temple were not far away, suddenly, the green Luan spirit bird gave a long roar, and Duan Tianming was on alert immediately.

A burst of air breaking sound came from the side and rear. It sounded like there were a lot of people.

Wang Po immediately took out the silver spear and stood in front of him, with the sharp spear head pointing at the figures running towards them.

"The star king is broken, why are you nervous! Elder Duan, you're all right!"

A muddy and thick voice sounded. Hearing this voice, Wang Po and Duan Tianming immediately knew who the visitor was, took back the silver-white spear and attack preparation, and the alert look on their faces disappeared.

But Wang Po's eyebrows were still slightly frowned. It was obvious that the relationship with the visitor was not friendly.

Headed by a fat monk, he led more than 20 martial artists of level 78 in the virtual environment to appear in front of the crowd.

The monk has a ruddy complexion, a scarlet cassock around him, and he exudes a sense of harmony.

A group of people came from benlei temple, one of the seven holy places. The fat monk was the abbot elder and Purdue monk at the peak of the king's territory in the early days of benlei temple.

However, people in the right way know that the authentic sect of Xingxiang temple has always been at odds with the Buddhist sect of benlei temple. In recent years, there is a hidden trend of war. It is reasonable for Wang Po not to give a good face to the monks of benlei temple.

"Old bald donkey..."

Wang Chuang spit out three words gently. A gloomy look appeared on his calm face, and other astrological disciples didn't have a good face.

Both sides were overcast, which made Duan Tianming and the disciples of qianniao Zhai feel a little headache.

"Alas... Well, monk Purdue, I believe you should have been intercepted by the demon sect. Which branch of the demon sect did you meet in your temple?"

Up to now, Duan Tianming, who is hot tempered, can only be a peacemaker once. Now this situation can't tolerate a fight between Xingxiang temple and benlei temple.

Wang Po obviously could distinguish between the heavy and the heavy. After a cold hum, he turned his head.

"It was Xuanyin cult demons who killed our temple, but please rest assured, elder Duan. Those demons have been surpassed by the old monk..." the peaceful voice of Purdue monk sounded again, which shocked Wang Po and Duan Tianming.

"Have you all been surpassed by the master? But... Wipe out the Xuanyin sect?"

"How many powerful people in the Kingdom have been sent out by Xuanyin sect?"

"Hehe, Xuanyin sect also looks up to the old monk. The two old Kongtong monks came here. However, the old monk held the holy weapon of our temple. Although the two old Kongtong monks were strong, they were still seriously injured and fled. Those little demons were not as lucky as the old demons, and all went to hell."

Purdue seemed indifferent to answer Duan Tianming's question, but a touch of complacency flashed in his eyes.

Although he held one of the sacred weapons of the benlei temple and the unique spiritual weapon "Tianlei Yin" of the earth level, he annihilated the Xuanyin sect with the help of two elders of the king's territory. This war result was quite good.

Originally, Wang Po and Duan Tianming were still a little suspicious, but when they heard that Purdue had brought the unique spiritual weapon "Tianlei Yin" this time, they immediately knew it.

It's not too shocking that Pudu, who owns this thing, defeated two kings in the same realm.

While Wang Po and Duan Tianming were understanding each other's war situation, Ye Feng's eyes looked at the virtual realm disciples behind Pudu.

First of all, two people make Ye Feng feel very familiar. It seems that he has seen them somewhere.

He remembered that they should be the president of the northern Han Dynasty demon hunting Association and two disciples of master Huiguang, the elder of the king's territory of benlei temple, Yuantong and Mingtong.

Ye Feng stared at them silently and didn't care, but there was a strong suspicion in the depths of his mind