The position of Gan Ding is the Dragon Clan; the position of Kun Ding is the Naga Clan; the position of Zhen Ding is the Xingchen Pavilion; the position of Li Ding is the Dark Clan; the position of Sheng Ding is the Jueqing Sect.

Above the five tripods, the eyes of the strong men gathered together in Ye Feng's body, and their dark eyes were shining with various colors.

For them, the Antian Demon Sect is too far away and has even gradually forgotten. If the Antian Demon Sect had not been too powerful in the past, today, they might have even forgotten that the Anxian City had this sect and would not have set up the alliance rules. When encountering the remnants of the Antian Demon Sect, the six major sects need to work together to kill them.

Ye Feng did not interrupt Jian Feng's words, nor did he deny it. His eyes were indifferent, and his eyes swept across the crowd above the Five Cauldrons. Among them, the people of the Dragon Clan did not show any surprises, especially Ao Kun, who even smiled at Ye Feng when he saw Ye Feng's eyes falling on him. As for other sects and the Dark Clan, Ye Feng was a little surprised. They were all silent, and from beginning to end, they were extremely dull, but in those plain eyes, Ye Feng still saw a hint of cold murderous intent.

"I appeared in the ancient immortal city in the name of Ye Feng. Maybe the people of the Dark Gate clan already knew my identity!" Ye Feng said dimly in his heart. In addition to the powerful people of the Dark Gate clan, the Master Jueqing Sect, the Master Jueqing, stared at Ye Feng, and flashed. A faint sense of ruthlessness entered the seven emotions of people, as if he wanted to cut off everything from Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's eyes stopped on the body of the vengeful Taoist Lord, and moved away casually and fell on Jian Feng again. A cold wind blew into Jian Feng's heart. At the same time, a trace of fear spread in his heart.

The light flashed, and another figure appeared beside Ye Feng. The man was wearing a robe and with a domineering face. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a strong magical aura on him, as if he was about to gush out of his body. The aura on his body was also extremely strong. Even in the Nine Palace Tower where the strong men gathered, few people could compare with this person. The demonic cultivator who appeared was the magical way to kill the sky.

"Master of the Demon Sect, Kill the Sky!" Someone saw Zhan Tian at the seat of the Five Cauldrons and said, "It is obvious that people are still familiar with the cultivation world outside the ancient immortal city, and they also recognize Zhan Tian, ​​the sect leader of the Demon Sect, Kill the Sky.

Zhan Tian's expression swept away, and when his eyes filled with the intention of demonic swept across the crowd, the coldness penetrated into their hearts, extremely cold. Then, Zhan Tian's eyes fell on Ye Feng, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Sect Master!"

"metropolitan?"

"metropolitan!"

"Annihilation Demon Sect!"

Various expressions changed in the eyes of the crowd. Their eyes at Ye Feng became different again. Ye Feng was really a member of the Annihilation Demon Sect, and he was also the leader of the Annihilation Demon Sect.

"I, Ye Feng, is the leader of the Antian Demon Sect. I am here today to challenge the Nine Palace Tower and the Nine Cauldrons and Eighty-One Immortal Territory!" Ye Feng's expression suddenly became solemn and sharp, sweeping away the crowd, and the cold air rushed out, making the warm autumn day, like the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, with wind and frost hitting people, with a biting coldness.

"Can you all fellow Taoists hear that if you do not destroy this person today, the Annihilation Demon Sect will surely cause another bloody storm." Jian Feng stared at Ye Feng tightly, his hands crossed his fingers in front of him, his spiritual consciousness spread out, feeling everything around him, watching Ye Feng's actions, and he did not dare to be careless at all at all at the strong man who had killed two elders.

"Demon Eye!" Ye Feng saw Jian Feng staring at him, a strange smile flashed in his eyes. Then, his pupils gradually became deeper under Jian Feng's gaze, like a demon abyss, making his mind tremble suddenly. At the same time, Zhan Tian's body moved, and a demon shadow flew past, and Zhan Tian's palm was filled with domineering demonic intentions. A dark magic knife flashed at the palm of Zhan Tian and directly drew towards Jian Feng. In an instant, blood sprinkled and blood splashed in the void.

Kill Jian Feng, Zhan Tian's body moved slightly, and he instantly returned to Ye Feng's side. The cooperation between the two was almost perfect. Jian Feng, the elder of Lingxiao Sword Sect, was instantly wiped out, without the ability to fight back. This scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the crowd.

"The Dead Cauldron ascended the Immortal, and now belongs to the Annihilation Demon Sect!" Ye Feng looked at the slowly falling corpse of Jian Feng and said indifferently. Suddenly, nine figures in the Chen family flickered and occupied the Jiulong Immortal Seat.

Ye Feng's eyes moved to the Dragon Clan and the position of Gan Ding.

"Brother Ao Kun, congratulations on your succession to the Dragon Emperor!" Ye Feng nodded slightly at Ao Kun, smiled freely, with a hint of sincerity.

"Haha, Ye Feng, I didn't expect that I am the Dragon Emperor, you are the leader of the Antian Demon Sect. Today, this Ganding Jiu ascended the immortal seat, and I will give it to you!" As he said that, Ao Kun's body trembled slightly, and he immediately took the nine people and left the Ganding position.

"The Dragon Clan is Brother Ye's friend!"

Ao Kun smiled slightly and gave up the Gan Ding to ascend the immortal seat. He said cheerfully without caring.

Ye Feng was not polite, bowed slightly to Ao Kun and said, "The Dragon Clan is also my friend of Ye Feng!"

Immediately, nine more people from the Chen family moved slightly and descended to Gan Ding Jiu to ascend to the immortal seat. In just a moment, the second of the Nine Tribes and the eighteen Immortals all fell into Ye Feng's hands and the hands of the Annihilation Demon Sect.

"Ao Kun, the six major sects, encountering the remnants of the Antian Demon Sect, you should kill them together. What do you mean?" On the True Cauldron, Pei Yuan, a powerful man from Xingchen Pavilion, looked at Ao Kun with a hint of displeasure and a hint of scolding. When Ye Feng appeared, he recognized that the person who was frustrated at the Immortal Drink Tower that day was Ye Feng, the master of the Demon Sect, which made him want to kill Ye Feng in his heart. At this time, the power of the five major sects wiped out Ye Feng, but he did not expect that the Dragon Emperor would stand on Ye Feng's side and take the initiative to give up the Nine Cauldrons to ascend to the throne.

Ao Kun's eyes turned, and his smile suddenly became cold and fierce. The purple gold crown above his head emitted a purple gold light. In an instant, Pei Yuan felt a sudden trembling all over his body. Ao Kun, through the void, suddenly bombarded out with a palm. This palm caused the space to fluctuate. Every hundred meters, the space would bulge, as if it was subjected to a heavy hammer. The heavy hammer of the advancement of the space reached Pei Yuan in an instant.

Pei Yuan felt that his magic power was imprisoned, and his body was extremely slow, bound by the light of purple gold. The palm force that came along the space rioted directly on his body, causing his clothes to split open in an instant, and he was extremely embarrassed, but he was not hurt at all.

"What are you? How can you be worthy of talking to me like this!" Ao Kun's domineering aura leaked out, and Pei Yuan felt his heart tremble. The strong sense of humiliation made him realize that Ao Kun is no longer Ao Kun in the past, but the Emperor of the Dragon Clan, the high and proud Emperor of the Dragon.

Looking at Pei Yuan with a ferocious face, Ye Feng said coldly: "This kind of humble person is also worthy of controlling the True Cauldron to ascend the Immortal. If I have one finger, I will not defeat you. Ye Feng, I will never appear in the Ancient Immortal City in the future. Otherwise, the people of Xingchen Pavilion will ascend the True Cauldron to ascend the Immortal position and give it up!"

"One finger?" The crowd looked at Ye Feng in surprise. Facing Pei Yuan, a genius strong man at Xingchen Pavilion, Ye Feng dared to say that he could defeat him with just one finger. He was boundlessly arrogant. Pei Yuan, who was already humiliated by Ao Kun, had his face become more ferocious and distorted when he heard this.

"I won't use any spiritual treasure to take this finger, you will catch it!" Ye Feng didn't ask Pei Yuan whether he agreed or not. He raised his palm and raised his index finger, and the light was lingering around his fingertips, which had golden brilliance.

With a slight movement of his body, Ye Feng's body instantly appeared in front of Pei Yuan. His finger slowly pointed out. At this moment, Ye Feng's index finger and golden light were sucking and spitting out. The soft finger seemed to turn into an invincible sharp blade.

Pei Yuan's eyes were heavy, and he stared at Ye Feng's fingers tightly. The light flashed. A broken blade appeared in his hand. There was a strong bloody aura on this broken blade, cruel and frenzied. This broken blade was actually a top-grade spiritual weapon, a peak-grade spiritual weapon that had swallowed countless blood.

The crowd secretly called Pei Yuan despicable in his heart, but at this moment, Ye Feng's index finger touched the broken blade full of blood. The broken blade, without any signs, instantly turned into ashes and was annihilated in nothingness. The crowd could not even understand how Ye Feng's golden finger did it.

Pei Yuan's face was pale, the light of the stars flashed, and the star map scroll rushed out directly and rolled towards Ye Feng's finger. However, when he collided with Ye Feng's golden finger, the star map scroll shattered and annihilated in an instant.

Pei Yuan groaned, his face pale, and endless fear spread in his heart. At a moment, he felt that Ye Feng's golden finger was the way of heaven, the irresistible meaning of the way of heaven. Any means was useless in front of this finger. Any sharp spiritual weapon and magic weapon blocked in front of his finger will be annihilated. This is the finger of death, the finger of destruction, and the finger of heaven.

Finally, Ye Feng's golden fingers fell on Pei Yuan. In an instant, Pei Yuan's body turned into powder like the broken blade and the star map scroll, dissipated in the wind, the golden light disappeared, the fingers were put down, and the surrounding space solidified. Everyone's eyes were staring at Ye Feng, how did that magical finger do it? When did such powerful magical powers appear in the cultivation world and the ancient immortal city?

At this time, Ao Kun's body moved slightly, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes. He could not see through this finger, but he felt that this finger was very similar to his divine power. Could it be that Ye Feng could use it by seeing him use his divine power several times? This is simply impossible!
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