The golden light emitted from Haotianjue's body exuded an extremely strong sharp aura. Haotianjue's hands condensed and waved suddenly. Suddenly, the sharp golden light turned into a closed six-sided golden wall, covering the middle-aged man's body. When he saw the middle-aged man at this moment, he seemed to be imprisoned by the golden wall.

"Sealing Road!" The middle-aged man whispered, revealing a hint of surprise. Those who can understand the way of seal have very good comprehension. Gold, known as the sharpest and most solid element of the five elements, can just exert its power when used for sealing.

"It is worthy of being the body of the innate golden spirit." A sentence was said in my heart. A seal of the middle-aged arm fell on the hard seal wall transformed from the illusory golden light. Suddenly, the golden element became wild and violent. The sharp wind cut the space, but the golden wall seal also broke open in an instant.

"Xiaoyao, go quickly!" Haotianjue shouted loudly, and instead of retreating, he turned his hand and a golden pattern appeared in his palm. Among the golden pattern, a solemn sword intent was released madly. Then, an extremely fierce golden sword light rushed out and stabbed towards the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man saw Hao Tianjue's movements, his eyes were even more appreciative. He smiled slightly and waved his palms lightly. The endless golden sword light was led into the air on both sides and shot into the void space. His body trembled slightly. Then, Hao Tianjue felt an extremely powerful force landing on his body, causing his body to fly directly and head towards one side.

The middle-aged man was still reluctant to kill Haotianjue, the innate golden spirit body, and his comprehension was also very strong, and he could comprehend the sealed Taoist heart. When he met such a talented talent, the middle-aged man was very moved. He was going to kill Xiaoye first, catch Wan'er and Bingxia, and have a detailed discussion with Haotianjue to let the other party compromise.

Without Hao Tianjue's obstacle, a sense of terror spread out from the middle-aged man and headed straight for Xiaoye. At this time, two people suddenly appeared in front of Xiaoye, and these two were Wan'er and Bingxia.

"Master, if you don't come, Wan'er will be bullied." With your eyes closed, Wan'er shouted, as if facing the air.

The middle-aged man sneered and said sarcastically: "If your master comes, I will kill him together."

As he said that, the middle-aged palm trembled slightly and suddenly shook. Wan'er and Qingxia both felt a huge force coming out, and their bodies seemed to be out of control.

"Is that true?" At this moment, a faint voice sounded, which was plain and not at all ostentatious, but there was a hint of majesty and a vague depression.

The palm wind suddenly disappeared, invisible, as if it had never been before. The middle-aged man stopped directly in his body and stood in the original place. In front of him, a figure appeared in front of Wan'er, with long hair flying and a cold face. Although there was no strong aura blooming, the temperament of the person in front of him made the middle-aged man feel a sense of vague pressure.

Ye Feng looked ahead with a cold face, abrupt expression, and an invisible sense of killing, bloomed. At that moment, the people around him tightened and then relaxed again, but many people found that there were a hint of cold sweat on their bodies, and the flash of murderous aura was so strong.

"Master, why are you so slow? Wan'er has been bullied by others!" Wan'er walked forward, grabbed Ye Feng's arm and swung, like a little girl.

"Who?" Ye Feng asked, without asking the reason for the matter, he didn't need the reason. There is no right or wrong in the cultivation world, only strength is strong and weak. If he didn't come just now, Wan'er and others would be in danger.

"He!" Wan'er pointed her hand and pointed at the extremely flattering Yin Li man behind the middle-aged man was the incident he had initiated.

Ye Feng's eyes turned and immediately fell on the man, touching Ye Feng's eyes. The man felt his whole body tremble slightly, and his steps involuntarily retreated a lot, his eyes dodged and did not dare to look at Ye Feng.

He stepped out slowly and Ye Feng walked towards the man. The middle-aged man opposite saw Ye Feng stepping on his face and his expression condensed. Ye Feng was even more domineering than himself, so he wanted to take action.

"Fellow Taoist, I am Yu Mofei, the leader of the Yuling Sect. I don't know what you call me!" The middle-aged man said indifferently, then stepped forward, just blocking Ye Feng's body, and a strong aura bloomed out. If Ye Feng killed his subordinates in front of him, where would he be?

Ye Feng ignored the other party, his steps were still very slow. At the same time, an invisible aura suddenly appeared around him, invisible or intangible, but middle-aged man clearly felt this aura.

Ye Feng's speed was so slow, as if he was about to bypass him and walk past him, making his eyes narrow and his steps tremble. The middle-aged man suddenly attacked the front, but was shocked to see a figure slowly strolling out of him and walking straight over, and his palm power also hit the air.

"Illusion?" The middle-aged man was shocked and his eyes were frozen. It was impossible. With his cultivation level, how could he have an inexplicable illusion? Even if it was produced, it would be controlled by others. So was the invisible aura just now used by Ye Feng? Otherwise, how could his attack be lost at such a close distance?

A scream came out, pulling back the middle-aged thoughts. When he turned his eyes, he saw Ye Feng had killed his subordinates. His body trembled and disappeared out of thin air. When he appeared again, he returned to Wan'er, as if nothing had happened. The invisible aura just now was naturally not an illusion, but a way of time.

Ignoring or humiliating, Ye Feng did not look at him from beginning to end, and even if he killed his subordinates, he did not take him seriously, as if he was the only one performing. Yu Murphy's face was gloomy, but his eyes were extremely solemn. Ye Feng was very strong, so powerful that he was not sure to defeat him.

"Wan'er, Bingxia, who else?" Ye Feng glanced at the two women, then locked his eyes on Yu Murphy and asked.

"Master, and he." Wan'er pointed her finger at Yu Murphy's son again, making Yu Murphy's eyes narrow, blocking his son's front, and her eyes were solemn.

"Destroy!" Ye Feng's expression was still cold, and he spit out a word coldly. Suddenly, a destructive sword aura came in the space. Yu Mofei suddenly trembled suddenly, and she turned around and saw a knife mark on his son's eyebrows downwards. Life was gone, and a violent aura on his body burst out.

Holding the young man's body that fell slowly, Yu Murphy's eyes were about to break. When he turned his eyes, his eyes were extremely red and exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

"You, kill me!" Yu Mofei's eyes were filled with endless hatred, extremely cold.

"I want to kill you!" Ye Feng said coldly, and with a step on his feet, a wave of air suddenly rushed forward.

The rumbling sound continued, Ye Feng continued to take several steps, and in an instant, the air waves swept wildly with a rush of overwhelming force, oppressing Yu Murphy.

Although Yu Murphy's heart was filled with hatred, he felt this unparalleled powerful aura at this moment, put away his son's body, and the aura on his body bloomed wildly.

"Stars, prison!" Ye Feng said indifferently. Suddenly, Yu Murphy felt his whole body tightening and was imprisoned by the light of stars that appeared out of thin air. At this moment, the violent wave of air had already arrived. Ye Feng's iron fist directly hit the front. The simple punch contained unparalleled power. Yu Murphy seemed to have a feeling of facing the power of heaven, which could not be stopped.

Accompanied by a burst sound, Yu Murphy's body was thrown out from afar, and blood was sprinkled in the air, shocking countless people. Ye Feng, who was the sacred place? With one punch, just one punch, it actually knocked Yu Murphy, the leader of the Yu Ling Sect, out. How strong does it take?

Yu Murphy stood firm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He didn't even look at Ye Feng. His body trembled and flickered rapidly. He left this side. Ye Feng did not chase him, but looked at the rest of the Yuling Sect. The endless sword aura suddenly filled the world, and the light of the sword swept wildly, sweeping across the sky and the screams continued. The people from the Yuling Sect were all destroyed one by one.

After killing these people, Ye Feng turned his eyes and Hao Tianjue came to Ye Feng's side, bowed slightly, and said, "Master, the disciples are incompetent and cannot protect them."

"Not you blame!" Ye Feng shook his head, looked at Xiao Ye, and said, "Men, always stand in front of women. Starting today, go back to seclusion. They are not allowed to come out again until the tribulation state."

"Dad, Xiaoye understands!" Xiaoye nodded, clenched his fists, and looked at Ye Feng. Ye Feng was rarely so serious, but he also knew that today was really embarrassing. He actually asked Wan'er and Bingxia to stand in front of him to protect him. Therefore, he planned to go into seclusion and practice and never let such a thing happen again.

"Uncle, it's actually my fault, it's not Xiao Ye's business." Bingxia said when she saw Ye Feng's serious expression.

"Bingxia, you spoiled him. Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you must protect yourself first and not block him like today. That should have been his thing, do you know!" Ye Feng touched Bingxia's head and said dotingly. In Ye Feng's heart, he had already regarded Bingxia as his own.

Bingxia glanced at Ye Feng, then lit her head and responded softly.

"Master, have you let him leave like that?" Wan'er looked at Yu Murphy's disappearing back and asked.

"Of course not!" Ye Feng said, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Yu Mofei, a strong man in the late stage of the Mahayana realm, led many powerful men in the sect to fight for Haotianjue and others. Ye Feng felt that there was something strange about this matter.

"Don't resist!" Ye Feng said, and the few people immediately understood Ye Feng's intention and allowed Ye Feng to enter them into the creation space. Then, Ye Feng's body flashed and headed in a certain direction. This direction was the direction where Yu Murphy left and the place where Yu Ling Sect was located. When Ye Feng hit Yu Murphy just now, he tampered with Yu Murphy.

Yu Murphy returned to Yu Ling Sect and entered directly into the place where he lived, which was also the forbidden area of ​​Yu Ling Sect.

Yu Murphy's eyes were red, and suddenly, a ray of light flashed by. A figure appeared in front of Yu Murphy. The figure appeared in her body, as if it was not the original deity.

"Why, isn't he just said that he was just in the late stage of the tribulation, and why was this happening?" Yu Murphy saw the figure appear, roared and was excited.

The man glanced at Yu Murphy coldly and said indifferently: "I seem to have told you that it was only more than two hundred years ago!"

"For more than two hundred years, can you advance from the late stage of the tribulation to the peak of the Mahayana?" Yu Murphy was swept by the other party's cold eyes. His anger was a little clearer, but his voice was still a little cold. Today, he paid for the sect, his son, and even his life was almost lost.

"You must know that there will never be a lack of geniuses in the cultivation world!" The figure looked at Yu Murphy and said coldly: "You must also know that you are not qualified to talk to me like this!"

As he said that, he saw his body trembling slightly and sinking into Yu Murphy's body. Then, it condensed into a stream of light again and disappeared from the spot, while Yu Murphy was dead.

When Ye Feng arrived here, he only saw a cold corpse of Yu Murphy. His brows frowned slightly and his expression flashed.

"Kill someone to silence you!" A voice rose in Ye Feng's heart. This matter was strange everywhere, as if the other party's purpose was not Wan'er and the others, but was targeting him, Ye Feng.

Just now, he had actually arrived here and his spiritual consciousness was spread out, but in this room, there was a restriction to block the spiritual consciousness, which made his spiritual consciousness unable to invade. Then when he rushed over, he only saw a flash of light and a corpse of Yu Murphy.

"It's been so long, it's time to go back to the cultivation world." After thinking for a while, without any clue, Ye Feng murmured. More than two hundred years may not be long for the cultivation world, but for him, Ye Feng, it's a long time. He has never forgotten the hatred given to him by the Dark Ghost clan back then. Now, the Seven Star Sect is no longer the Seven Star Sect of the former Seven Star Sect, and he is definitely not Ye Feng of the past. It's time to return to the cultivation world.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's body flashed and left the place.

After a while, the light flashed again, and Ye Feng appeared in the house again, frowned, shook his head, and then stepped out. He always felt as if he had missed something.

After a while, Yu Murphy was lying on the corpse on the ground, flashing lights overflowed, and a figure turned into a figure. This figure was the phantom of the man who had just killed Yu Murphy. He glanced at Ye Feng who had left. An interesting amplitude appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. Ye Feng actually noticed a clue. If he had not had his special ability, he would probably not be able to sense Ye Feng's extremely strange spiritual consciousness, which was invisible at all. Even if he had stronger strength than Ye Feng, he might not be able to capture it.
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