Hey, why is this sound... His ears moved slightly, and Yang Feng felt a little familiar when he heard the sound. He finally opened his eyes with his eyes narrowed, but he was meeting the person in front of him was not someone else, but his old friend, Princess Fengyu of the demon clan.

But at this moment, Feng Yu's face was covered with bloodstains, and his hair was messy, as if he had experienced a great battle.

"Why are you?

Could it be that the plane I came to is the spiritual world under Jin Ling's jurisdiction?"

"How could you..." Feng Yu was also confused: "This is the holy place where we communicate with the ancestors of the upper realm. How could you appear here?"

"Oh, I'm intern in the animal realm of the Divine Realm, and now I'm an intern beast... Uh, I'm an intern beast god, that is, your intern ancestor.

There have been big moves on it recently, and there are really not enough staff, so we interns will come and push it, hehehe."

Yang Feng grinned and looked at Feng Yu's desolate look, and couldn't help but wonder: "What happened to you...?

Have you ever had a fight with someone?"

"Yang Feng...you bad guy, why are you here now? Woo woo woo woo woo woo!"

Feng Yu's lips sagged, and he immediately hugged Yang Feng's body with a grievance, crying loudly.

Yang Feng was stunned, then gently patted her back and comforted her.

Then, after Feng Yu calmed down, he told the whole story of everything.

It turned out that half a year ago, the entire spiritual world [New     ] was suddenly shrouded in a layer of black clouds, and then the leader of their demon clan was taken over by something, and began to ruin the creatures and absorb the souls of all living beings in the spiritual world.

Countless human masters and demon masters have taken action to stop them, but they are not their opponents. Their strength is definitely not what this plane should have.

People can only hide around like mice and dare not confront them head-on.

But even so, he could find their whereabouts at any time and kill them all.

Now hundreds of billions of human cultivators and monsters have been destroyed, and the entire spiritual world has fallen into the realm of end of the world.

As a survivor of the doomsday, Feng Yu has been staying in the ancestral land and sending a helping signal to the superiors, but it is only now that Yang Feng has arrived.

After understanding everything, Yang Feng stroked his chin and murmured: "He can find your whereabouts at any time, which means that his soul power is strong and can cover the entire plane.

Moreover, he can also take over the body of the old patriarch. This is not like the evil gods do, could it be..." "By the way, what about those people in my family?"

As he said that, Yang Feng asked again.

The corners of his mouth sagged, and Feng Yu lowered his head silently without answering.

Click! When his fist tightened, Yang Feng had already understood, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll get that little thing."

"you go?"

Hearing his words, Feng Yu couldn't help but hesitate: "Are you not just an intern beast god? You're not a formal one. If you can't beat it... Forget it, you'd better go back for a meeting and ask them to send a formal ancestor to handle all this."

Underestimate me?

With a raised brow, Yang Feng's nostrils spurted a thick breath: "Let me tell you, I can't even beat the formal employees, are you afraid that I can't handle this little thing?

Besides, the other party’s affairs will only be settled at a meeting. If you do your own affairs, you can do it as soon as possible. Let’s go! Grandma, she doesn’t look at who it is. She’s here to go wild, dazzle!"

Swearing, Yang Feng walked out swaggeringly.

Feng Yu wiped two tears, smiled happily, and hurriedly followed... At the same time, on the other hand, the leader of the demon clan who had been possessed and turned into black on a ruined ruined mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, stared at a young man who looked eighteen across the street, and sneered: "Yang Ritian, even if you are a congenital saint, you are not the enemy of me.

Your soul power is far from that of IF. No matter how many magical artifacts you have, it will be difficult to make up for.

What's more, your magical artifacts are like garbage in my eyes, and they are not worth mentioning."

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the young man didn't reply, but just gritted his teeth and looked at the dark sky above his head.

"No need to wait. I have been waiting for half a year. I still haven't noticed anything here. Your reinforcements won't arrive, hahaha!"

As if he knew what he was thinking, the clan leader couldn't help but smile and said, "I know that the main god in this plane is your real mother, but so what?

Before leaving the Hungry Ghost Realm, I went to their Soul-Suppressing Pavilion to steal some magical artifacts, one of which was the Wanxu Treasure Mirror.

Covering the sky and the sun, everything is illusory.

The scene below your mother still sings and dances to the point of peace. She would not realize that this is already my world, hahaha!"

"Is that right? Then I can only take a gamble!"

With a cold look on his eyes, Yang Ritian immediately hit the seal in his hand, and sword energy shot at the old man overwhelmed: "A magical artifact, the God-killing Ten Thousand Sword Formation!"

"This is the magic weapon of the human world."

After taking a look, the old man curled his lips disdainfully: "It's just for dealing with the evil god. If you want to hurt me, it's still far from it."

Everything is everywhere! Rumble! With a light shout, the whole space immediately turned white, and there was a cold murderous aura everywhere.

Before the sword lights could get close to the old devil, they shattered into pieces in the murderous aura and disappeared.

And the murderous aura was like substance, rushing from all directions to Yang Ritian, and everything was turned into nothingness wherever he passed.

His pupils couldn't help but shrink, and Yang Ritian hurriedly used magic weapons to resist.

"Cantonese cover!"

Sao! A golden light surrounded him, forming a protective barrier, but in an instant, it broke into pieces.

"Hanshan Bell!"

Sao! Another ancient bell covered with cold air, covering his whole body.

The thousands of years of cold air around me frozen the space, but it was still hard to resist the murderous aura. With a roar, it exploded into slag.

His body could not stop shaking, and Yang Ritian was shocked and gave another blow to the hand gesture.

"Tianyang armor!"

Wow! The terrifying flames gushed out like the sun, immediately burning the world, burning the entire sky red, but under the murderous aura, they were all shattered in an instant.

At this moment, Yang Ritian was stunned and had no power to resist.

Even three magical artifacts were released, but they could not stop the opponent's killing moves. He was already exhausted.

The old man glanced at him and smiled sinisterly: "Yang Ritian, you have many treasures in your hands, but unfortunately the gap between you and me is too big.

I haven't done my best yet, you can't hold on anymore, hehehehe!"

"Sunday!"

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

...At this time, crying sounded, and a group of wives and generals of the Yang family ran over with tears and shouting.

When Yang Ritian saw it, he was so anxious that he was furious that he yelled: "Aunts, uncles, don't come here, go quickly!"

"Want to escape?

It's too late!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the old man immediately glared at his pupils, and a terrifying soul impact immediately attacked the ordinary mortals like a missile.

This collision will surely knock them to pieces.

No! Yang Ritian shouted, but he was powerless to turn the world back.

The old devil smiled across the corner of his mouth and raised his chin smugly.

After this, no one in this world dares to rebel against me, hahaha! "The destiny is controlled by heaven, and the time and space are moved!"
Chapter completed!