Chapter 390: Almost a God

"Hmm..."

Wei Fan felt like he had just woken up from the chaos, with the clear air rising and the turbid air sinking, as if he had slept for 180,000 years.

And his vision was also strange. In the corner of his eye, he saw his two eyebrows.

In front of him was still the familiar cocoon, but his eyes could see the outside world of consciousness through the cocoon.

He didn't look up, but he saw the Xuanhuang Ding, Jiaolong Luori Bow and Hupodao floating up and down above his head.

"I have an extra eye!"

A kind of enlightenment surged into Wei Fan's heart. The tiny arm of the Yuanshen touched his forehead, and he really touched the third eye above the eyebrows.

"Is the third transformation to transform into a third eye?"

He tore the cocoon in front of him with both hands, but it didn't tear apart.

Wei Fan was stunned. In the past, when he woke up, this cocoon-like thing would be easily torn apart and then dissipated.

"Open!"

The power of will burst out. This time he almost used all his strength to tear apart the cocoon wrapped around the Yuanshen, allowing the Yuanshen to reappear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul was golden and had three pupils, like a god descending.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaking, an invisible gust of wind was raised, and a faint thunder was heard.

For a moment, Wei Fan felt different, as if he was the master of this space, and here he was an omnipotent god.

"Still there?"

The silk cocoon did not dissipate, like an open sack floating in the space of the four seas. Wei Fan grabbed it in the air and found that it had turned into a real object.

"Is it possible to make such a thing!"

The soul grabbed the cocoon, and Wei Fan was shocked for a while.

The first two times he woke up, the cocoon wrapped in the soul would turn into energy and dissipate without leaving any trace, but this time the cocoon turned into a real object, like a layer of skin.

With a thought, the cocoon disappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness and appeared in the hand of the flesh.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he looked down and saw that he was indeed holding the magical cocoon in his hand. It was smooth to the touch and had an indescribable divinity.

"Boom!"

Just when he was about to study the use of this thing, he felt the cave where he was in seclusion vibrate, and at the same time, there was a bombardment outside.

"Someone is attacking the formation!"

Almost instantly, Wei Fan understood what was happening.

The next moment, his vision came to the sky above the valley like a god, and he "saw" a group of martial kings driving a holy soldier full of icy power to attack the formation he had set up.

He also saw Fenghua standing in the valley holding the Giant Deer Sword, her pretty face tense.

"This is..."

Wei Fan took a breath and was shocked beyond words.

He was not unsheathing his soul, nor was he scanning his mind. He was just thinking about seeing who was attacking the formation, and his perspective appeared above the valley and ran outside the formation.

If it was a mental scan, the perspective would definitely not be this kind of overhead perspective, and it was even more impossible for the soul to leave the body, because his soul was still in his body.

Moreover, the Martial King could not let his soul leave his body, as his soul would quickly collapse if it left his body.

"Boom!"

The dark blue flag emitted a terrifying wave and chopped down, exhausting the energy of all the spirit crystals. The formation covering the valley could no longer hold on, and the valley appeared in the sight of all the Martial Kings.

Fenghua did not counterattack immediately, but first took away the holy soldiers that arranged the formation.

"It's you, where is Wei Fan? Let him come out and die!"

The Cold Moon Flag raised by the Martial King in Green stopped, and did not chop it down, as if he was afraid of hurting Fenghua.

"Retreat immediately, or don't blame me for killing people!"

Fenghua raised the Giant Deer Sword in his hand, and a wave of holy soldiers swayed.

The Martial King in Green of Huoyun Cave snorted coldly: "We don't want to attack you, but we must kill Wei Fan. If you are stubborn, we can only offend you."

Wei Fan cannot live. Since he showed his unparalleled momentum in Yunjin City, his enemies have been restless and want to kill him before he breaks through the Martial Saint.

Although many people in the martial arts world think that Wei Fan is not as good as Xuanyuan Feng, so what? Even if he is worse than Xuanyuan Feng, how much worse can he be?

Such a person will become a saint sooner or later. Once he grows up, it is not difficult to destroy a saint sect.

Many saint sects do not take it seriously when they provoke the prodigy, and wait for the prodigy to grow up and destroy the saint sect. Huoyun Cave, as a powerful force that has existed for tens of thousands of years, will naturally not make such a mistake.

If Fenghua wants to stop them, they don't care about Fenghua's origin.

"Wei Fan, come out and die, don't hide under a woman's skirt!" Qingyi Wu Wang shouted.

Although he didn't see Wei Fan, Wei Fan was here.

"You seem to think you have me!"

Wei Fan walked out of the cave, stepped into the air, his body was shining, auspicious signs were steaming, and the spirit in the sky swarmed towards him in joy.

He descended like a god, and a rainbow suddenly appeared, forming a road at his feet.

In an instant, the world was silent, and the flowers, plants, and trees in the valley bowed their heads. With every step, the void was filled with light.

"Has he become a martial saint?"

Fenghua's pupils shrank violently, and an indescribable shock appeared on her face. Her first reaction to this scene was that Wei Fan had become a saint and entered the mysterious realm of martial saint.

But she quickly rejected it. If Wei Fan had entered the realm of martial saint, his aura would not be so peaceful.

The blue-clothed martial king of Huoyun Cave was also horrified, but he still shouted: "Playing tricks! Die for me!"

Without any hesitation, he activated the Cold Moon Flag in his hand and directly killed Wei Fan. At the same time, the other martial kings beside him also followed suit.

"Huoyun Cave, Zhilan Sect, I seem to have given you face!"

Wei Fan put his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

But as he had a murderous intent in his heart, the void was swept by an endless cold wave, and the murderous intent that was like a substance almost froze the fluctuations of the holy weapon.

In an instant, the surrounding energy was drained away, and a heavenly sword that was almost a substance appeared above his head and chopped down heavily.

"Ah..."

The Qingyi martial king screamed. The Cold Moon Flag had not been activated to the extreme, and before he had time to chop it out, the heavenly sword had already chopped it down.

The power of this sword was not strong, the void was not broken, and there was no earth-shattering sword intent.

But the Qingyi martial king of Huoyun Cave felt a bone-chilling coldness, a breath of death.

His soul was terrified, making him scream.

At this critical moment, he had no time to attack Wei Fan, and immediately held the Cold Moon Flag horizontally above his head to block it.

"Puff!"

The Heavenly Sword fell, but there was no terrible movement, and it did not even affect the valley.

But a terrible thing happened. The light of the Cold Moon Flag in the hands of the Qingyi Wu Wang dimmed, and all the fluctuations of the Holy Weapons were almost extinguished.

Feng Hua was moved: "He has become more terrible and more mysterious. Could it be that he has really broken through the Martial Saint?"

She doubted again.

She was too familiar with Wei Fan and knew that Wei Fan did not use any strength at all. This attack was just a thought, just an explosion of willpower and the embodiment of killing intent, but the power was terrifying.

The Holy Weapons activated by the peak Wu Wang can be said to be of little use, and they can't compete with Wei Fan's thoughts at all.

This method is no different from that of a Martial Saint.

When she was in Yunjin City, she could still estimate Wei Fan's strength, but now, she felt that Wei Fan was a vast abyss, as unfathomable as a martial saint. Only Wei Fan knew how strong he was.

"All dead!"

Suddenly, her pupils contracted violently.

The aura of the group of martial kings beside the Qingyi Wu Wang suddenly dissipated rapidly, and the corpses fell from the sky powerlessly, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.

"Pah pah pah..."

The sound of the corpses falling to the ground seemed to hit the heart directly, making people shudder.

Fenghua was shocked, because she didn't see how Wei Fan killed these people at all, and didn't even know why these people died.

"You..."

The Qingyi Wu Wang trembled all over, his scalp was numb, and he didn't know why the people around him died suddenly.

Originally, he thought that the cold moon flag protected everyone, but it was obviously only protecting him. The rest of the people had been killed by Wei Fan at some point.

This is not a bare-handed fight against a holy soldier, it is much more terrifying than a bare-handed fight against a holy soldier. If Wei Fan did not have the aura of a martial saint, he would almost think that Wei Fan was a martial saint who had transcended the ordinary.

The opponent did not move, with his hands behind his back, but the nine martial kings beside him died silently.

"I showed that kind of means in Yunjin City, and you still dared to chase and kill me. Obviously, you have prepared a means to kill me. I will give you a chance to use it!"

Wei Fan stood in the void and did not continue to attack.

The Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations was cultivated to the third transformation. He entered a state close to the spirit. Even if the Huoyun Cave Martial King in front of him was holding a holy weapon, he was like an ant in his eyes. No matter what means the other party had, he could kill him before the other party used it.

"You are looking for death!" The Qingyi Martial King shouted.

Wei Fan's battle in Yunjin City showed his invincibility under the Martial Saint, which shocked Beiding Continent. The news was still spreading to other continents. Under such circumstances, Huoyun Cave dared to send them to kill Wei Fan. They had indeed prepared something to kill Wei Fan.

However, Wei Fan showed more mysterious means than the battle in Yunjin City. He knew that as long as Wei Fan was willing, he could be killed before he used his means, so that he could not use his means.

Just like the Holy Soldier Cold Moon Flag in his hand, it was extinguished by Wei Fan before it was activated to the peak. Wei Fan could almost be said to have left the category of Martial King.

"Respectfully, the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint has arrived!"

He took out a flawless white jade figure with flowing light.

The jade figure was the size of a fist, with clear facial features, and even a sense of life, like a real person.

The moment it was taken out, Wei Fan even felt that he was being watched.

The Qingyi Martial King threw the jade figure into the sky with both hands.

In an instant, a vast breath burst out from the jade figure, and the essence in all directions was drained away. The trees on the ground turned yellow, and the vitality quickly faded away, all rushing towards the jade figure.

"Be careful, this is the clone refined by the martial saint!"

Feng Hua's expression changed drastically, and he urged the giant deer sword to protect himself, and his body retreated rapidly.