Chapter 1811: Leave the dead world

Ye Feng's voice was like a muffled thunder, and the exploded Venerable Westward trembled.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Venerable Westbound's face pale, the old man with goatee quickly stepped forward and asked.
Venerable Westwalk waved his hand, ignoring the sheep beard, but looking at Ye Feng with dread.
"Ye Feng, Hei Gu was killed by you?"
The Venerable Westward gave Ye Feng a voice, with an unbelievable color on his face. The Ninth Rank God King was actually beheaded by Ye Feng.
"If you don't believe me, you can try!"
Ye Feng didn't bother to pay attention, and went on to practice. If Venerable Westward is uninterested, Ye Feng wouldn't mind giving him a ride.
"Yang Shu, don't yell, you and Liu Fei have broken the rules last night in the alliance."
Venerable Westbound immediately changed his face, and even wanted to leave here as soon as the time was up, so as not to be missed by Ye Feng.
Everyone looked at each other, everyone didn't understand, Venerable Westwalker changed his face too quickly.
Just now he yelled at Ye Feng, but now he supports Ye Feng. No one knows what happened.
But everyone can see that Ye Feng has become the dominant player, and even Venerable Xixing must look at Ye Feng's expression.
The of death came, and the poplar was sent out and became a sacrifice to the of death.
Time passed day by day, and it had been seven or eight days since Ye Feng came in. During this period, Venerable Xixing had the final say. Except Zhang Ming, many people were named.
A dozen people were getting fewer and fewer, and four or five people came in on the seventh day, one by one extremely vicious, very vicious, like a small league.
"Brother Ye, I will leave today, and I hope to see you again in the future!"
Venerable Westwalker left, suddenly four or five nine-rank kings appeared, and many people who had just entered were completely desperate.
The number of people increased suddenly, with a total of twelve people, six or seven of the eighth-rank king, and the rest are the ninth-rank king, especially the one who just came in today, the strength is terrifying.
"Boss, there are not many people, can it last until ten days later."
There are five of them, and there are only seven people here. If no new people come in, they can only hold on to seven days.
Seeing that they had formed an alliance, some of the remaining people unconsciously looked at Ye Feng. At present, only Ye Feng could contend against them.
"You, as a sacrifice to the of death tonight!"
Of the five men who came in, the leading man was a big bald head, carrying a mace in his hand, very mighty, and directly named Ye Feng.
Maybe it was because Ye Feng was the youngest, plus the eighth rank king, so he started first.
Ye Feng took a look, did not speak, still sat in the same place to practice, and refused to let go of any time.
"Boy, I didn't even pay attention to our boss, Hu, is it impatient to live."
Another man walked out, holding a big knife, and actually wanted to shoot at Ye Feng, preparing to force Ye Feng to be a sacrifice to the of death.
"Noisy!"
Ye Feng's eyes were cold, a biting chill appeared, and with a touch of his finger, the man was frozen in place, unable to move, and was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Ninth-Rank God King, defeated by Ye Feng with one move, everyone went crazy.
"Boy, you dare to kill my man!"
Old Hu was furious, greeted the other three, and attacked Ye Feng together, and the three nine-rank kings immediately lifted those eight-rank kings away.
"A group of jumping clowns!"
Ye Feng's body suddenly disappeared in place, entering the center of the four, and the five-element mudra appeared.
A strange cold wind appeared, and the four of them shivered. They didn't know what happened, and then they felt cold all over.
The four of them were just one move, and they were subdued by Ye Feng and broke through to the eighth rank king. The ninth rank king looked like an ant in Ye Feng's eyes.
Zhang Ming's look of horror was shocked by Ye Feng's methods, it turned out to be so strong.
"Brother Ye, good means!"
Zhang Ming came up, if it weren't for Ye Feng, he would have died long ago, and he wouldn't be able to hold it for so long.
The five people are lying on the ground like dead dogs, really wanting to die, thinking that the five people can join together to occupy an absolute advantage, so that in the world of the dead, they can leave alive safely.
Who knew Ye Feng would defeat them with one move.
"Buzzing..."
When the of death came, Ye Feng made a big move. The man who made the first shot was thrown out by Ye Feng and was directly eaten by the of death.
For the few remaining people, Ye Feng swept away their bodies, and their bodies disappeared. Ye Feng wanted to strip off their laws and fill their bodies.
There were six or seven people left, looking at Ye Feng with awe. No wonder Venerable Xixing was so polite to Ye Feng. There was a reason.
"Brother Ye, I have offended you so much before, please forgive me!"
Sheep Beard walked over and bowed to Ye Feng very respectfully. On that day, he wanted to use Venerable Westbound to kill Ye Feng.
Ye Feng glanced at him coldly, did not speak, and continued to practice with his eyes closed. What does the life and death of these people have to do with him?
When the ten-day period expires, Ye Feng will leave. Zhang Ming can't take care of it. It depends on his own good fortune.
The four Ninth-Rank God Kings are extremely terrifying. In Ye Feng's body, a series of dragons formed and roared angry. Ye Feng wanted to roar up to the sky, getting closer and closer to the Nine-Rank God King.
On the eighth day, Ye Feng threw one person out of the Nine Prison Demon Cauldron and threw it directly to the of death.
On the ninth day, until the tenth day, Ye Feng's time limit finally expired, and five or six people came in midway, and there were more than a dozen people in the dead world at all times.
"These last two can sustain you for two days, so you can do it yourself!"
There were still two people left, and Ye Feng handed it over to Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming was already on the seventh day, and he was insisting on two days. As long as there were no accidents on the last day, he could leave safely.
Moreover, Zhang Ming's strength has improved very quickly during this period, and perhaps he will be able to break through to the Ninth-Rank God King in just one or two days.
After most of the eighth rank came in, as long as they didn't die, they could smoothly break through to the ninth rank.
"Brother Ye, tell your address. After I go out, I will look for you immediately."
Zhang Ming planned to follow Ye Feng in the future, and if he could leave the dead world alive, he planned to go to Ye Feng.
After leaving the address, Ye Feng left and flew away from the dead world.
Seeing Ye Feng about to leave, some people were happy and some were unhappy.
The happiness is that Ye Feng has finally left, and he doesn't need to look at Ye Feng's expression in the future.
The unhappiness is that once more powerful opponents come, no one can restrain them, and life and death are in the hands of others.
After coming out, Ye Feng discerned the direction and hurried towards Hongzhong City.
Suddenly Ye Feng's eyebrows moved, and he was followed by others, and there were quite a few people, at least six or seven.
"It must be the ambush of the Nether Race!"
Ye Feng stayed still, and the Nether Race learned that he had taken the Dead Bodhi and had already set up an ambush outside.
There are six masters, all nine rank kings, and one person is wearing black clothes and covering his head. It should be the Nether Clan.
"You are Ye Feng!"
A very young man asked, he was also controlled by the Nether Race and became a running dog.
"You dignified human beings actually gave your life to the Nether Race, you really lost human face."
Ye Feng sneered. Since the other party is waiting for him here, he must know his origin.
"court death!"
Selling your life to the Nether Clan is also a helpless act. With a handle in the hands of others, it is like a dog, at the mercy of others. Ye Feng was very angry when he talked about his pain.
Involuntarily speaking, this young man shot at Ye Feng, with a terrifying aura overwhelming the world, the Ninth-Rank God King, with very good strength.
"Since you are running dogs of the Nether Race, let you taste the power of Nether Spirit Palm!"
Ye Feng smiled strangely, his body suddenly disappeared in place, and the five-element handprint appeared.
It's just to experiment with the palm technique that I just cultivated, blending into the Nether Spirit Palm, the corrosive force that appears to permeate the space.
"laugh!"
The young man was taken aback. He was so familiar with this kind of breath. It turned out to be the improved Nether Spirit Palm, whose power was twice as powerful as the one he had cultivated. Moreover, after Ye Feng's improvement, it was even more difficult to prevent.
The evil spirit entered the body, the young man let out a scream, and then died.
The expressions of the other people changed drastically, and they didn't expect Ye Feng to be so strong, and the Ninth Rank God King would defeat him in just one move.
"Go together!"
The remaining five people shot together, including the Nether Clan. Ye Feng focused on guarding against this ghost. His speed was very fast, even higher than himself, turning left and right, completely incomprehensible.
As for the other people, Ye Feng didn't care about it at all. Nine-Rank God King, Ye Feng could pinch to death with just one finger.
"Big Freeze Technique!"
Without warning, Ye Feng suddenly used a large freezing technique to freeze all the surrounding space, so that their speed was greatly slowed down.
"Big Heaven Thunder Technique!"
The Nether race is most afraid of the power of thunder and lightning, which is the source of destruction.
Sure enough, when countless thunder and lightning appeared, the black ghost flickered, constantly avoiding the thunder and lightning, and did not dare to confront it directly.
"Die!"
Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Feng began to harvest his life, the Sword of Slaughter appeared, one swept, four heads flew up, and the blood stained the sky.
"absorb!"
Ye Feng collected them all into the Nine Prison Demon Cauldron, preparing to retain them for refining, and with so many Nine-Rank Divine Kings, his resources must be terrifying.
After killing a few people, Ye Feng aimed his gaze at the Nether Clan, and his body suddenly flashed again and again, displaying the Tao of the wind to its extreme.
The Nether Clan didn't expect Ye Feng to be so fast.
"Since I dare to come to the God Realm, I dare not show my true face."
Ye Feng sneered, and drove straight in, appeared in front of the Nether Clan, grabbed it with a big hand, and directly grabbed his black mask.
"Shit!"
The black mask fell, revealing a peerless look, and Ye Feng was stunned.
The Nether Clan is also a kind of human, but their appearance is colder, their eyes are not normal black pupils, but golden pupils.
At this moment of dazedness, the Nether Clan waved a big hand and slapped Ye Feng, then fled away from the distance.
The Nether Clan's speed is so fast, Ye Feng wants to catch up with it not so easy, can only watch the black shadow quickly disappear.
The black mask in his hand still had a faint scent, and he quickly threw it away, and the Nether Race looked at the gods, and was at odds with humans. When they encountered it later, they would behead her.
"Princess, is the mission complete?"
On a deserted planet, dozens of Nether Races stood, seeing a dark shadow appear, and they came forward to salute.
"mission failed!"
Princess You Ming put on a new mask, covering her face.