Chapter 840: Correcting Ye Feng's Name

"Senior drunkard's ability to break the formation is really invincible!"

In the Misty Sect, Gong Qingqiu saw the whole process in the picture and learned that it was indeed a drunkard who was breaking the line, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"Elder Gong, in addition to drinking alcohol, does the drunk senior have such a powerful ability to break the formation?"

The elders around were stunned.

"Senior drunkard has the eye of decryption, which can crack all the seals of the formation in the world. Before this, only me and the Sect Master knew about this matter. Today's special circumstances will reveal it."

Gong Qingqiu explained and exhorted, "Don't spread the word!"

"Yes!"

"We must be tight-lipped."

The elders of the Misty Sect nodded their heads one after another.

Being able to join the Misty Sect shows that these people are very credible, and the possibility of leaking secrets is almost zero.

Near Tianmiao Holy Land.

Bang bang bang!

The real dragon ancient sage no longer maintained his body, but recovered his human form, with a mighty dragon on his body, his injuries recovered quickly, and he put on a set of close-fitting golden dragon scale armor.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

His fists slammed hard, and Yin Rurong was unable to fight back, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and embarrassed.

"puff!"

Yin Rurong vomited blood again and fell to the ground.

"Yin Rurong, give me death!"

The ancient sage of the real dragon broke out again, performed a leg technique that descended from the sky, and stomped on Yin Rurong.

boom!

This foot stepped on the ground for thousands of miles in a radius of all explosions, and a pit that was more than a thousand miles deep appeared. Countless dense dust swept up into the sky, covering the sky and the moon.

"What a huge amount of dust!"

Quansheng Xinghe hid in the battle outside the thousands of miles, and a heavy rain fell in the wave of his hand, washing away the thick dust.

Subsequently,

Everyone saw the scene again.

Yin Rurong fell in the center of the pit, her hair was loose, her clothes were broken, and her body was covered in mud.

"Hand over the monument!"

True Dragon Old Sage reprimanded.

"Fuck, I'll give, don't kill me!"

Yin Rurong took out the stele with trembling hands, held it up, and was snatched by the True Dragon Old Sage.

tear it up!

Yin Rurong took the opportunity to tear apart the void and escaped.

No one knows where she went.

Almost everyone focused their attention on the True Dragon Ancient Sage, and also saw the Xinghe Quasi-Sage who came to him.

As for the drunkard, he had long since slipped back to the Misty Sect while he was in chaos.

"It's finally here."

True Dragon Ancient Sage and Xinghe Quasi Sage looked at each other, laughed, tore through the void, and returned to Misty Sect.

"Give!"

The True Dragon Ancient Sage handed over the stele to Liu Feng, and he, the Quasi-Sage of the Fourth Revolution, was responsible for keeping it.

"Many thanks to Zhenlong Ancient Sage!" Gong Qingqiu took the initiative to thank him.

"Thanks to Zhenlong Gusheng for his righteousness."

The disciples of the Misty Sect also stood up one after another, bowed and clasped their fists in salute, their voices were uniform and resounded throughout the world.

"You don't need to thank me, I owe Ye Sect's favor, and I will definitely pay it back, but I don't know when he will come back!"

True Dragon Ancient Sage looked at the distant universe starry sky.

So did everyone.

No one does not miss Ye Feng.

In the days when the head was away, they always felt that they lacked the feeling of being unspeakable.

"Almost forgot one thing."

Zhunsheng Xinghe remembered something, "Yin Rurong dares to discredit the head of Ye, saying that the Thunder Hall cannot survive the great catastrophe of being a saint, and this must be used to correct the name of the head of Ye."

"But, how to correct the name?"

True Dragon Ancient Sage spread his hands.

"No matter what, I have to say it, the attitude you should have, you can't lack!"

After all, Quasi-Saint Xinghe ascended into the sky.

An aura that was infinitely close to the Holy Land exploded quickly.

"Everyone!"

Quansheng Xinghe's voice was strong and spread throughout China.

"I am a quasi-sage of Xinghe, a fourth-rank quasi-sage who is about to transcend the great catastrophe of the consecrated saint. The head of Ye promised me that within a year, I can pass the great catastrophe of the consecrated saint through the Thunder Hall."

"Yin Rurong has an unpredictable mind, openly slandering Ye Sect Master and Thunder Hall, which is tolerable or unbearable."

"Today, I am correcting the name of the head of Ye!"

The voice of Quasi-Saint Xinghe continued to sound, because it was mixed with divine consciousness and the power of heaven and earth, so it could spread all over China in an instant and clearly fell into everyone's ears.

some corner.

Yin Rurong was licking the wound. After hearing this, she laughed in anger: "The Thunder Palace is a failure, and it is impossible for people to escape the calamity. What you said is just a fart!"

Not only sound like Rong, but many people also feel that the words of Quansheng Xinghe are not credible, but they dare not refute it.

Misty sect.

"what!"

The True Dragon Ancient Sage discovered that some of the power of the Heavenly Dao that had been exerted on him by the remnants of the Heavenly Dao was dissipating, like a torrent, merging into the Thunder Hall in the sky.

The Thunder Hall had accumulated a lot of thunder power, and with the blessing of these powers, it instantly triggered the catastrophe of the sainthood.

Boom!

The sky suddenly turned gloomy.

The sky in all parts of China is brewing robbery clouds, and the thunder is rolling, like countless slaps, hitting Yin Rurong's face fiercely.

"I'm going to cross the robbery!"

Quansheng Xinghe found that his body had flashes of thunder, which was a sign that he had to rely on the Thunder Hall to survive the calamity.

"Heaven has eyes!"

Xinghe Quansheng was overjoyed and rushed into the sky.

He's going to be robbed!

"Is there really a great catastrophe?"

"Look, the Xinghe Quasi-Saint body surface is entangled by lightning, this is a sign of the calamity!"

"No way, can you really survive the calamity?"

"It turns out that the head of Ye didn't lie to us at all. It is indeed possible to pass through the Thunder Hall to save the calamity. Yin Rurong, a crazy woman, knows how to bite people when he is in a hurry."

At this moment, Misty Sect gained a lot of prestige again.

The major powerhouses are watching.

They wanted to know if the Quasi-Saint of Xinghe could survive this great catastrophe and become a brand-new saint.

high in the air.

The Thunder Hall is bursting with dazzling brilliance.

It is like a beacon, striving to shine the most dazzling light, lighting up the dim mainland of China.

Xinghe Quansheng took out nine tribulation treasures and quickly changed clothes.

The powerhouses in the entire Shenzhou saw the nine special tribulation treasures on him, and they were envious.

I saw Quasi-Saint Xinghe wearing Quasi-Xuanwu Holy Armor, holding a holy umbrella in his right hand, a calamity-transcending mirror in his left hand, a yin-yang transcending calamity bracelet on each of his wrists, and an eye-shaped jade pendant between his eyebrows. , wearing a pair of thundercloud boots, a pair of wind and thunder wings behind him, and a streamer cap on his head.

The last tribulation treasure was a life-saving orb, which he kept in his mouth.

Nine perfect four-star transcendental treasures!

The defense formed by them cannot even break through the Holy Land.

After half a day of deliberation, the first wave of the great catastrophe finally broke out.

Snapped!

The thousand-mile-long golden divine thunder fell, almost blinding everyone's spiritual and celestial eyes.

"Thunder Hall can really release the great catastrophe!"

At this moment, no one doubted Ye Feng anymore.

some corner.

Yin Rurong was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

Hanging Mountain.

The Queen of Destiny is still in a coma, unable to release the Thunder-enhanced Spirit Seed. The catastrophe at this time is just normal power.

hum!

Xinghe Quasi-Saint's nine tribulation-transcending spiritual treasures glowed at the same time, releasing a pale-white shield to block the first wave of thunder tribulation.

Second wave, third wave...

The first six waves of sainthood catastrophe were all golden thunder tribulations.

With the defensive ability of the nine tribulation treasures, Quansheng Xinghe survived smoothly.

The seventh robbery, the Frost Tribulation, has begun!

A large swath of cold air fell, freezing the quasi-sage of the galaxy.

He took a deep breath and turned the life-saving orb in his mouth to maintain his own temperature and survived the Frost Tribulation.

Next, is the eighth robbery, the holy fire robbery.

The boundless blazing flames fell, and Quasi-Saint Xinghe still relied on nine pieces of Tribulation Transcending Spirit Treasures to support him.

But he didn't have any joy.

Because, all the previous eight tribulations combined are not as good as the last nine days of the furnace of thunder and fire!