World Wide Martial Art

Above the open door of the palace, there is a plaque with the four characters "Psychedelic Palace" written on it.

In the hall of psychedelic treasures, a god with unparalleled power sat respectfully on both sides of the hall, looking at the figure sitting at the top of the hall with admiration and reverence.

This figure is as tall as a mountain, with a single horn. Its face and body shape are undoubtedly those of the human race, and it also looks handsome and suave.

He was sitting on the throne, holding two stunning beauties in his arms, and the throne was surrounded by dozens of beauties.

Yingying and Yanyan poured wine and tea for him, and tried their best to make him comfortable and please him.

This magnificent scene made Ye Feng couldn't help but marvel. He recognized who the guy sitting on the throne was.

"The ancestor of psychedelics."

Ye Feng's smile seemed playful. Before entering the ancestral land of the Phantom Demon Clan, Da Xuanyun had already told him that the Psychedelic Ancestor was sleeping in seclusion in the deepest part of the Phantom Demon Clan's ancestral land, where the secret road to the sky was.

Now it seems that the psychedelic ancestor is indeed sleeping in seclusion, but he has found a lot of fun for himself.

This illusion is indeed psychedelic, but it is only his soul, and his body is still sleeping in the thick dust under the illusion.

Ye Feng could vaguely hear the thunderous snoring of the psychedelic ancestor, which stirred up large tracts of dust below the illusion, making the illusion seem more real and full of fairy air.

"I am sleeping in seclusion here, and I also want to create a place for my soul to enjoy. I am worthy of being an ancestor of psychedelics who is proficient in illusion. I am really leisurely and relaxed."

Ye Feng sneered, his body suddenly flashed, and then he appeared in the illusion of the psychedelic ancestor.

"Not good! An outsider broke in!"

In the psychedelic palace of Jiuchongtian, the expression of the psychedelic ancestor sitting on the divine throne changed, and he suddenly threw away the stunning beauty in his arms.

"Who is it! How dare you step into the depths of the ancestral land, and how dare you go wild in my illusion. I want to die!"

The psychedelic ancestor guessed that the intruders should be his descendants, that is, the phantom demons, but if he dared to break into the illusion despite his orders, he was looking for death.

"Even if my descendants disturb this Demon Ancestor, they must die to apologize!"

The psychedelic ancestor had a cold face. In order to ensure that his realm would not fall, countless years had passed in this dead star.

Although he weaved illusions for his own enjoyment, everything was fake and there was actually no fun. Instead, it made him very bored and almost drove him crazy.

Under such circumstances, if there are unscrupulous descendants who dare to disobey orders and disturb him, they will definitely be severely punished!

Just adding some fun to his boring days.

The psychedelic ancestor didn't think much, and immediately waved his hand, pointed at the three sacred statues in the treasure hall, and shouted: "You three, go and find out the identity of the intruder for me! Bring him here to see me!"

"yes!"

The three saints immediately stood up and bowed in response.

These three sacred statues are just part of the power of the psychedelic ancestor. They look mighty in appearance, but their strength is no more than the fifth level of the devil.

Rather than letting the Holy One investigate the identity of the visitor, it is better for the Psychedelic Ancestor to investigate it himself. After all, this entire illusion was woven by him, and he can find out everything with just a thought.

He did indeed do this. His mind had already discovered Ye Feng's whereabouts, but he was still playful and deliberately arranged such a good show to capture him.

It's a pity that Ye Feng is not interested in playing with him anymore. The psychedelic ancestor just noticed that Ye Feng appeared in the first heaven, and Ye Feng has already appeared in the psychedelic palace.

Looking at Ye Feng who suddenly appeared, the three saints accepted the order. The holy faces that were about to leave were startled and they stared at Ye Feng in confusion.

"wrong!"

The psychedelic ancestor's pupils shrank, and a sense of crisis arose in his heart. He realized that Ye Feng was not simple.

If he were his descendant, how could he appear in the Psychedelic Palace so quickly?

Even if this is just an illusion he weaved, he is the existence of the first-level emperor. Among the descendants of the phantom demon clan, the most powerful Huanqianzhong is no more than the eighth-level demon king.

It is impossible to travel unhindered in his illusion and move instantly.

The guy in front of him is definitely not inferior to him in strength. Only those who are also in the Emperor Realm can be so comfortable in the illusion he controls.

"Who are you!"

The psychedelic ancestor squinted his eyes, and began to recycle the spiritual thoughts he had released. He saw that in the countless divine mansions throughout the starry sky, all the creatures had dull expressions and dim eyes.

These creatures in the God's Mansion are just controlled by the psychedelic ancestor's spiritual thoughts. Now that he saw Ye Feng and sensed the danger, he had to restrain his thoughts and prepare for them. Therefore, when his thoughts were withdrawn, these illusions lost their souls and became empty shells. .

Including the saints and beauties in this psychedelic palace, they were also frozen in place at this moment, like sculptures.

Although these saints all have the strength of the demon king realm, to the powerful ones at the emperor level, they are just ants, so they might as well withdraw their thoughts.

"Haha, you like role-playing so much, why do you want to take it back? It would be great to continue."

Ye Feng did not answer his question, but said with a smile: "Your illusion is very good. I find it interesting and want to continue reading."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your wish."

The ancestor of psychedelics looked gloomy and looked at Ye Feng with cold eyes, "Your Excellency came uninvited, how dare I continue to play around?"

"You're too nervous."

Ye Feng smiled lightly and waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Hmph! Am I nervous, or are you a bad person?

! "

The psychedelic demon ancestor was full of hostility. He suddenly raised his hand and slammed Ye Feng with a palm.

"Boom!"

The thick magic light immediately burst out from his palm. At the same time, the entire psychedelic palace turned into thousands of weapons, all of which slashed at Ye Feng like a storm.

"Hahaha! I talked to you just to delay time. Now my formation is ready. Let's see if you can die!"

The psychedelic ancestor looked at Ye Feng trapped in the attack of thousands of weapons and laughed triumphantly.

His temperament has always been cautious and he is particularly concerned about any danger. Ye Feng's sudden appearance has already made him alarmed. He dare not underestimate it at all. From the beginning, he has been arranging the formation and preparing for a surprise attack.

Even if Ye Feng really came with good intentions, he must first capture Ye Feng to ensure that he will not be in danger, and then ask about Ye Feng's origins.

At worst, he can make an apology later, which is better than losing his life due to carelessness, right?

Only fools care about etiquette, while smart people should use force before courtesy. Holding the initiative in your hands is the hard truth!

Thinking about his way of survival, the psychedelic ancestor's face became more and more proud. He relied on caution to survive to this day.

In the sword array, Ye Feng's breath became weaker and weaker. Obviously, he had suffered a heavy blow. The psychedelic ancestor sneered and waved his hand to stop the array.

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