Chapter 400 You Are Not Wei Fan, Are You?
Wei Fan glanced at Mu Feng beside him. He didn't run away when he met the Saint Son of the Demon Clan, and wanted to laugh at him. This guy was also a Saint Son-level figure. The strange thing was that Shangguan Fei just regarded him as an ordinary town warrior.
In Mu Feng's playful eyes, Wei Fan nodded and said, "You can just scout the battle for me."
He had a little fighting spirit. Although he had fought against the Saint Soldiers with his bare hands and blew up the clone of the Martial Saint, he had never fought against a Saint Son-level strongman in the peak state.
Although Yuan Jie, the Saint Son of the Qilin Ape Clan, was also a Saint Son, Yuan Jie was only the eighth level of the Demon King, not a Saint Son in the peak state.
"Roar... You didn't run away, die for me!"
The Saint Son of the Iron-eating Beast jumped down from the cliff, and blood smoke rose to the sky.
This Iron-eating Beast looked very similar to the giant panda in Wei Fan's previous life, but they were not the same thing.
When the Iron-eating Beast Saint appeared before, Shangguan Fei introduced that Iron-eating Beasts really feed on iron. They not only eat humans, but iron is also an indispensable food.
Therefore, the flesh of this tribe is extremely strong, and the bloodline is not weaker than those of the Five-Colored Demon Bull and other strong tribes. There is also a demon saint in the tribe.
Wei Fan still doesn't know how many demons he has killed, but this is the first time he has encountered a demon with this bloodline.
"Boom!"
The body of the Iron-eating Beast Saint is only more than ten feet big, but it is like a small mountain falling down, and the terrible pressure makes the earth tremble.
In fact, this is the result of his efforts to restrain his strength. After all, this is Huangfu Qingyang's dojo. Who knows if releasing power recklessly will cause bad changes.
He burst out with a metallic light, his hair stood up like steel needles, and his eyes were full of fierce light.
Mu Feng tapped the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly. Since Wei Fan didn't let him take action, he would retreat further.
The saints of the demon race are different from the saints of the human race. The saints of the demon race are all geniuses with holy blood flowing in their bodies, and their strength will not be exaggerated.
The saints of the human race sects may not be worthy of their names. Although they are saints, their talents may be just average.
"The saint in peak state is indeed powerful!"
Wei Fan felt the breath of the saint of the iron-eating beast, which was not much weaker than the dragon turtle demon king, who was known as the first demon king of Beidingzhou. He was a strong man of the same level.
However, he even killed the dragon turtle demon king easily, let alone the saint of the iron-eating beast.
"What?" The pupils of the saint of the iron-eating beast suddenly shrank, and he saw that the human race martial king in front of him almost disappeared from his sight, like a lightning bolt piercing through the void, so fast that even he could not react in time.
The next moment, a palm passed through his claws and pressed on the protective power outside his body.
"Boom boom..."
At this time, the deafening sound of sonic boom rang in his ears. The look of the Iron-eating Beast Saint changed drastically. The terrifying power hit like a tsunami, and the power of protecting his body twisted and exploded in an instant.
"Is he the disguise of Yuanyi Saint? How can his strength be so terrifying!"
He just wanted to beat a human martial king to fill his stomach, and he chose an unknown martial king. He didn't expect to meet such a tough guy all of a sudden.
Looking at Baohuazhou, apart from the Saint of Yuanyi Sect, he really couldn't think of such a superb figure.
"Bang!"
As the power of protecting his body exploded, the Iron-eating Beast Saint was struck by lightning, and the terrifying palm was so powerful that it instantly pierced his body that was almost comparable to the top divine weapon.
Blood splashed, and blood rain fell. The terrifying power blew a huge hole in the back of the Iron-eating Beast Saint.
"You..."
The Iron-eating Beast Saint had a look of fear in his eyes. Even the Yuanyi Saint was not so terrifying. It was impossible for him to be killed with one move. He instantly understood that this should be a dragon from another continent, not an ordinary regional commander.
"I..."
Mu Feng was stunned and almost swore.
He knew that the regional commander "Nether Fire" from Beiding Continent was not weak. He killed all the demon kings he killed along the way with one strike. Even if he was not a Saint-level warrior, he was not much weaker. But who would have thought that he would be so terrifying, killing the Iron-eating Beast Saint with one strike, and piercing the Iron-eating Beast Saint's body, which was comparable to the top divine weapon, with his bare hands.
Even if he used all his strength, he could only protect himself at most, and there was no possibility of killing the Iron-eating Beast Saint.
"Something big is going to happen!"
Mu Feng felt horrified. Even if it was Yuan Yi, the disciple of the Wuhuang Wang family in Xining, it was impossible for him to kill the master of the level of the Iron-eating Beast Saint Son in just a few moves. Therefore, even if Huangfu Qingyang appeared in the Daochang this time, no one thought that the Saint Son level figure would fall.
Now that such a terrifying killing god has come, he is not looking for treasures but killing the demon king. I am afraid that he will kill all the demon Saint Sons who enter the Daochang.
Wei Fan collected the body of the Iron-eating Beast Saint Son and continued to look for the demon king.
It's not that he didn't look for treasures, but he relied on luck here. Those demons were responsible for looking for treasures, and he only killed them. Any treasures would eventually be his.
Mu Feng swallowed his saliva, and he reacted a little: "Brother Minghuo, you are not Wei Fan from Beidingzhou, right?"
As far as he knew, the Saint Son level figures in Beidingzhou all went to the wasteland, and those with backgrounds also went to the wasteland. Minghuo could not be the Saint Son of a sect in Beidingzhou.
Moreover, he could kill the demon clan's saint son with one move. Looking at the surrounding continents, only Wei Fan, who has recently made a sensation in the martial arts world, and the unparalleled figure who can fight against the saint soldiers with his bare hands, have such terrifying strength.
Wei Fan nodded without comment, and Mu Feng squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. It was indeed Wei Fan.
He just felt a chill on his back. Before, he questioned whether Wei Fan was exaggerating in front of the commander of Beidingzhou. He didn't expect that the real person was there.
Wei Fan didn't care about Mu Feng's doubts before, and said: "Do you know how to leave here?"
He didn't know much about the small world. No matter what the main purpose was, the way to leave had to be figured out first.
Mu Feng nodded: "For this kind of small world, the exit will be in the center. We are now in the periphery. I don't think you are interested in treasure hunting. It's better to go directly to the Taoist temple of the King of Medicine. If there are good things, they should be there."
Wei Fan's eyes lit up. It would be good to have a fixed exit. Once the exit is blocked, he can kill a demon and all the good things will be his. It's troublesome to look for them everywhere now.
Mu Feng took a breath. This guy is too crazy. He doesn't look for treasures. It's not that he is not interested in treasures, but he plans to kill all the demons. In this way, all the good things will be his.
"If all the demon saints die here, it would be strange if those demon saints don't go crazy."
Mu Feng had a bad feeling, and at the same time, he was also a little eager. They were all demon hunters, so they naturally wouldn't consider the consequences of killing all the saints. Those were issues that the martial saints considered.
The two jumped onto a hilltop, intending to identify the location and direction of the center.
They didn't dare to fly, because this small world created by the martial emperor was not a real world. There might be restrictions in the sky, and flying might attract force attacks.
This place was already rotten, and even the martial saints didn't dare to come in, just because they were worried that the world would collapse and die here. When Wei Fan attacked, he also tried to restrain his strength as much as possible and not cause damage to the space.
After identifying the direction, the two continued to walk. Suddenly, Mu Feng beside him rushed out like crazy and came under a rock. He saw a blood ginseng growing under the rock, but the leaves had withered and turned yellow.
He dug with both hands and soon dug out a blood ginseng as thick as an arm, but the blood ginseng had turned black and emitted a rotten smell.
"Damn it, this is a blood ginseng with a medicinal age of ten thousand years, which can extend the life of a martial saint for hundreds of years, but it is rotten!"
Mu Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, his eyes were red.
Even martial saints would scramble for this kind of thing, but it is broken.
"Let's go, it's not the first time we encounter this kind of thing!"
Wei Fan didn't have much emotional fluctuations. In fact, it was not the first time they found this kind of broken treasure, but this blood ginseng was the most precious thing they encountered.
It has been buried underground for countless tens of thousands of years, and there are many good things that have broken. Even a martial saint with the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth cannot live forever, let alone this kind of spiritual medicine.
Wei Fan had seen this blood ginseng a long time ago, but he knew that it was already broken.
The two continued to move forward. Occasionally, they met the martial king of the human race. Everyone walked separately. When they met the demon king, Wei Fan had nothing to say, and he directly shot and killed him.
Half an hour later, a palace at the foot of the mountain appeared in Wei Fan's sight. As expected, this is the core of the entire small world and the place where the former Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang lived.
The palace is magnificent, as if it had just been built and is as good as new. After tens of thousands of years, it has not left any traces of time. Some places are engraved with huge runes, emitting a mysterious atmosphere.
Many people have already arrived here, including humans and demons. They are trying to enter the palace, but they are blocked outside and cannot even enter the courtyard wall.
Someone flew up, but was bounced back by a ray of light.
"You two come quickly, let's join forces to break through here. Those saint-level figures will come soon, and we won't even have soup to drink."
Some people saw Wei Fan and Mu Feng appear, stopped attacking and waved to the two. None of those saint-level strongmen appeared. Now is the opportunity for ordinary martial kings like them.
When those saint-level figures arrive, the good things will also belong to others.
"You actually joined forces with demons to break through here." Mu Feng's face was cold.
There are more than 20 creatures here, including martial kings and demon kings, but there is no fighting, and it looks peaceful.
You should know that this time, although it is openly entering Huangfu Qingyang's dojo to search for treasures, it is actually a confrontation between the human and demon races. Otherwise, the Baohuazhou Demon Hunter Organization would not have asked for help from the surrounding continents and borrowed a group of town warriors.
"You are so self-righteous. If you have the ability, do it yourself. Don't kidnap us!" The martial king who greeted the two snorted coldly.
Mu Feng's expression turned cold and he was about to speak, but he saw Wei Fan beside him had turned into a green light and rushed out.
"I almost forgot about this killing god!"
Thoughts surged in his mind, and the next moment a demon king exploded without warning in his sight.
"What?"
In front of the palace, countless people's eyelids were twitching wildly. Those who dared to enter Huangfu Qingyang's dojo were at least the ninth level of the king level, and most of them were peak king level. Those who could blow up a peak demon king with one blow were at least saint son-level strongmen. (End of this chapter)