Chapter 1811 Leaving the World of the Dead

Ye Feng's voice was like a muffled thunder, which made Venerable Xi Xing tremble all over.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

The old man with the goatee saw the pale face of Venerable Xi Xing and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Venerable Xi Xing waved his hand and ignored the goatee, but looked at Ye Feng with fear in his eyes.

"Ye Feng, Hei Ku was killed by you?"

Venerable Xi Xing sent a message to Ye Feng, with a look of disbelief on his face. The ninth-grade God King was actually beheaded by Ye Feng.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it!"

Ye Feng was too lazy to pay attention and continued to practice. If Lord Xixing didn't understand, Ye Feng wouldn't mind giving him a ride.

"Yang Shu, stop yelling. You broke the rules by alliance with Liu Fei last night."

Venerable Xi Xing 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 in confusion. No one understood that Lord Xixing changed his face too quickly.

He was scolding Ye Feng just now, but now he is supporting Ye Feng. No one knows what happened.

But everyone can see that Ye Feng has become the leader, and even Venerable Xi Xing wants to act based on Ye Feng's face.

When death came, the poplar tree was sent out and became a sacrifice to death.

Time passed day by day, and it had been seven or eight days since Ye Feng came in. During this period, Venerable Xi Xing had the final say. In addition to Zhang Ming, many people were named.

The dozen or so people became fewer and fewer, and on the seventh day four or five people came in, all of them extremely vicious and vicious, like a small league.

"Brother Ye, I'm leaving today. I hope I have the opportunity to see you again in the future!"

Venerable Xi Xing left, and suddenly four or five ninth-grade god kings appeared. Many of the people who had just come in were completely desperate.

The number of people suddenly increased, a total of twelve people, six or seven of the eighth-grade divine kings, and the rest were all ninth-grade divine kings. Especially those who came in today, their strength was terrifying.

"Boss, there aren't many people here. Can we last until ten days?"

There are five of them, and there are only seven people here. If no new people come in, they can only hold on for seven days.

Seeing that they had formed an alliance, some of the remaining people unconsciously looked at Ye Feng. Currently, only Ye Feng could compete with them.

"You will be a sacrifice to the God of Death tonight!"

Five men came in. The leader was a bald man with a mace in his hand. He was very powerful and directly named Ye Feng.

Perhaps it was because Ye Feng was the youngest and couldn't compete with the eighth-grade God King, so he struck first.

Ye Feng glanced at it but said nothing. He still sat there practicing and refused to let go of any time.

"Boy, you are ignoring our Boss Hu. Are you getting impatient?"

Another man came out, holding a big knife, and wanted to attack Ye Feng, preparing to force Ye Feng to be a sacrifice to the God of Death.

"Noisy!"

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, and a biting chill appeared. With a click of his finger, the man was frozen in place, unable to move, and was frozen into an ice sculpture.

The ninth-grade God King was defeated by Ye Feng with one move, and everyone went crazy.

"Boy, how dare you kill my people!"

Boss Hu was furious and called the other three people to attack Ye Feng together. The three ninth-grade god kings immediately flew away the eighth-grade god kings.

"A bunch of clowns!"

Ye Feng's body suddenly disappeared from the spot and entered the center of the four people, and the five-element handprint appeared.

A strange cold wind appeared, and the four of them shivered. They didn't know what happened, and then they became cold all over.

The four of them were subdued by Ye Feng with just one move, and they broke through to the eighth-level divine king. In Ye Feng's eyes, the ninth-level divine king was like an ant.

Zhang Ming had a look of horror on his face, shocked by Ye Feng's method, which was so powerful.

"Brother Ye, what a great trick!"

Zhang Ming walked up. If it weren't for Ye Feng, he would have died long ago and wouldn't have been able to last this long.

The five people were lying on the ground like dead dogs. They really wanted to die. They thought that if the five people joined together, they would have an absolute advantage, so that they could safely leave the world of the dead alive.

Who knew that when he met Ye Feng, he would defeat them with one move.

"Buzz buzz..."

The god of death came, and Ye Feng made a big move. The first man to take action was thrown out by Ye Feng and was eaten directly by the god of death.

For the remaining few people, Ye Feng swept his hand and their bodies disappeared. Ye Feng wanted to strip away their laws and fill his own body.

There were six or seven people left, all looking at Ye Feng with awe. No wonder Venerable Xixing was so polite to Ye Feng. It turned out there was a reason.

"Brother Ye, I have offended you many times in the past, please forgive me!"

Yang Beard came over and saluted Ye Feng very respectfully. That day he wanted to kill Ye Feng with the help of Master Xi Xing.

Ye Feng glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and continued to practice with his eyes closed. What did the life and death of these people have to do with him.

When the ten-day period is up, Ye Feng will leave on his own, and Zhang Ming won't be able to care about it. Whether he lives or dies depends on his own fate.

The laws of the four ninth-grade god kings are extremely terrifying. Divine dragons formed in Ye Feng's body, roaring angrily. Ye Feng wanted to look up to the sky and roar, getting closer and closer to the ninth-grade god king.

On the eighth day, Ye Feng threw a person from the Nine Hell Demonic Cauldron and threw it directly to the God of Death.

From the ninth day to the tenth day, Ye Feng's time limit finally expired, and five or six people came in midway. There were more than a dozen people staying in the dead world at all times.

"These last two people can last you two days, so you can take care of yourself!"

There were still two people left, so Ye Feng handed it over to Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming was already on his seventh day and had been holding on for two days. As long as nothing happened on the last day, he could leave safely.

Moreover, Zhang Ming's strength has improved very quickly during this period, and he may be able to break through to the ninth level God King in a day or two.

After most eighth-level people come in, as long as they don't die, they can successfully break through to the ninth level.

"Brother Ye, tell me your address. I'll go find you immediately after I get out."

Zhang Ming plans to follow Ye Feng in the future. If he is lucky enough to leave the world of the dead alive, he plans to defect to Ye Feng.

After leaving the address, Ye Feng left and flew away from the world of the dead.

Seeing Ye Feng leaving, some people were happy and some were unhappy.

I'm happy that Ye Feng is finally gone, and I don't have to look at Ye Feng's face 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 identified the direction and rushed towards Hongzhong City quickly.

Suddenly Ye Feng's eyebrows moved. He was being followed, and there were quite a few people, at least six or seven.

"It must be an ambush from the Nether Clan!"

Ye Feng froze his body, and the Nether Clan learned that he had taken the Dead Man's Bodhi and had set an ambush outside.

The six masters were all ninth-grade God Kings, and one person was wearing black clothes, covering his head. He should be from the Netherworld tribe.

"You are Ye Feng!"

A very young man asked, but he was also controlled by the Nether Clan and became a lackey.

"You noble humans actually sacrificed your lives for the Nether Clan. You really have lost the face of humanity."

Ye Feng sneered. Since the other party was waiting for him here, he must know his origin.

"court death!"

Working for the Nether Clan was a helpless act. He was like a dog and was manipulated by others when he had the handle. Ye Feng was very angry when he mentioned his pain point.

Without any explanation, this young man made a move towards Ye Feng, his terrifying aura overwhelming him. He was a ninth-grade god king with very good strength.

"Since you are the lackeys of the Nether Clan, let me give you a taste of the power of the Nether Spirit Palm!"

Ye Feng smiled strangely, and his body suddenly disappeared in place, and the five-element handprint appeared.

The palm technique that I just practiced for a while was integrated into the Netherworld Spirit Palm, and the elusive corrosive power can penetrate into the space.

"laugh!"

The young man was stunned. This kind of aura was so familiar to him. It turned out to be the improved Nether Spirit Palm, which was twice as powerful as the one he had practiced. Moreover, after Ye Feng's improvement, it became even more difficult to guard against.

The evil spirit entered his body, and the young man let out a scream, and then died.

The expressions of the other people changed greatly. They did not expect that Ye Feng was so powerful and the ninth-grade God King could defeat him in just one move.

"Go together!"

The remaining five people took action together, including the Nether Tribe. Ye Feng focused on guarding against this ghost. His speed was very fast, even above him, moving left and right, completely unpredictable.

As for the other people, Ye Feng no longer paid attention to them at all. The ninth-grade divine king, Ye Feng could crush them to death with one finger.

"Big Freezing Technique!"

Without any warning, Ye Feng suddenly used the Great Freeze Technique, freezing all the surrounding space, thus greatly slowing down their speed.

"Great Sky Thunder Technique!"

The Nether Clan 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 flashed and kept avoiding the thunder and lightning, not daring to confront them head-on.

"Come die!"

Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Feng began to harvest lives. The killing sword appeared and swept across. Four heads flew up, and the sky was dyed red with blood.

"absorb!"

Ye Feng took them all into the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron and prepared to keep them for refining. Moreover, with so many ninth-grade god kings, the resources must be very terrifying.

After killing a few people, Ye Feng aimed his sights at the Nether Clan, and his body suddenly flashed continuously, displaying the power of the wind to the extreme.

The Nether Clan did not expect that Ye Feng was so fast.

"Since I dare to come to the God Realm, I don't dare to show my true face."

Ye Feng sneered, and drove forward, appearing in front of the Nether Clan. With a big hand, he grabbed his black mask.

"Tsk!"

The black mask fell down, revealing a peerless face. Ye Feng was stunned on the spot.

The Nether Tribe is also a type of human being, but their appearance is colder, and their eyes are not normal black pupils, but golden ones.

At this moment of confusion, the Nether Clan waved his hand, slapped Ye Feng in the face, and then fled far away, escaping directly.

The Nether Tribe was so fast that it was not easy for Ye Feng to catch up. He could only watch the black shadow disappear quickly.

The black mask in his hand still had a faint fragrance, and he quickly threw away the mask. The Nether Clan was eyeing the world of gods and was incompatible with humans. If they met in the future, they would kill her.

"Princess, is the mission completed?"

On a deserted planet, dozens of Nether Tribes stood. Seeing a black shadow appear, they all stepped forward to salute.

"mission failed!"

Princess Netherworld put on a new mask to cover her face.