A feeling of watching sentient beings in the clouds surged up. This was not just a vastness, but a small mountain view.

Yang Feng took a deep breath. Even if he didn't understand, he knew that the Hongmeng Daoyun was the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe.

What qualifications do you have if you have this kind of treasure?

A breath of crisis came over, and the immortal sword in Yang Feng's hand turned into countless sword lights and blasted towards the direction of crisis. He even threw countless restrictions in his hand to lock this Hongmeng Dao rhyme and then pulled it into his own domain.

Just as Yang Feng put away the Hongmeng Daoyun, a sound of Daoyun cracked open, and Yang Feng's immortal sword was hit by a powerful force.

A vortex rolled up from the location where Hongmeng Daoyun was located. Yang Feng was blown back by the power of the Eternal Life Sword and flew backwards, and several cracks appeared in the field.

Yang Feng was secretly shocked. If he had taken away that Hongmeng Daoyun later, he would have probably been swept away by the whirlpool just now.

Even if he can still snatch it back from the vortex, it probably won't be that simple.

After all the attacks calmed down, Yang Feng was surprised to find that there was still a large piece of soil under his feet.

This was something he had found after a lot of hardships before, and now it appears at his feet casually.

The inner world is indeed full of treasures, so you must search carefully after a while.

Yang Feng quickly raised his hand and grabbed the piece of Dingran and sent it into Hongjun Tower.

Unfortunately, it is not Hengran. If it is Hengran, his five gangs will be gathered.

It was not until this time that Yang Feng set his eyes opposite him.

There were three people standing opposite him, a fat monk and a middle-aged scholar, and the one standing in front was a purple-haired woman.

The white-haired old man who had used the colorless needle had disappeared. It seemed that he knew that he could not snatch Hongmeng Daoyun from Yang Feng, so he took the initiative to leave.

The purple-haired woman saw Yang Feng excitedly put away a piece of Dingling Rang, with a trace of disdain on the corner of her mouth, and said in a plain tone, "Super the Hongmeng Daoyun, and then leave."

Yang Feng smiled and said, this woman was really confident.

Hongmeng Daoyun was grabbed by himself, but he actually asked him to hand it over directly.

She would be rude when she heard her tone that she seemed to not hand over it.

Seeing that Yang Feng ignored him, the woman's Taoist rhyme surged, and the powerful aura of the great Dao exploded. Even the fat monk and the middle-aged scholar in the distance had to make some distance.

"Say it last time, hand over the Hongmeng Daoyun, and then get out."

The purple-haired woman changed her way to go, and the murderous Taoist rhyme condensed into reality one after another.

Is this the Taoist Lord of Destiny? Yang Feng looked at the purple-haired woman in surprise, feeling confused.

Because the great rhymes around a woman are the rhymes of fate, there is a rhyme of a long wish in it...

But he heard Xiao Wuxin say that the Taoist Lord of Destiny is a very kind person. He not only taught his destiny skills to many Taoists, but also often opened Taoist temples to discuss Taoism. This woman is so fierce, is she really the Taoist Lord of Destiny?

"I understand. It turns out that you are the ancestor of the Wan Clan. It turns out that you have a gourd that produces something like that." Yang Feng said suddenly in a crazy way.

The ancestors of the Vow clan practiced the Fate Practice, but from this purple-haired woman, Yang Feng, it can be seen that she realized the fate of the branch of the Fate Practice to the extreme, and even made another breakthrough.

Then Yang Feng shook his head. Apart from that Ali, the kings of the Vow clan seemed to be not good.

The purple-haired woman didn't care about Yang Feng's knowledge of the will clan at all.

Seeing Yang Feng shake his head, she stopped talking nonsense. A gray butterfly magic weapon rolled up a huge rhyme of wishes and power and slammed towards Yang Feng.

At the moment when the purple-haired woman sacrificed her magic weapon, Yang Feng felt that she had a desire to pray.

The power of wishes that came with the butterfly magic weapon rolled like smoke, vast and boundless.

Yang Feng never thought that the power of wishes could reach such a terrifying level. If his mind was weaker, he would probably be directly transformed into rhymes by this power of wishes and then become a part of the power of wishes.

Moreover, if this is turned into the power of wishes, the charm of Taoism is still willing to do so.

The soundless Taoist rhyme filled Yang Feng's body, mind and soul. This kind of fullness seemed to be unable to be driven away by his body and will.

I will pray with my flesh and blood, I will pray with my soul, I will pray with my avenue...

The endless rhyme of the power of wishes was completely wrapped up at this moment. The depression and torture seemed to be able to relieve and relieve only by kneeling down on the ground.

"Turn into my wishes and the rhyme..."

The purple-haired woman scolded sternly, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost hitting Yang Feng's head.

The middle-aged scholar watching the battle quietly retreated. He knew that even if Yang Feng was killed, the Hongmeng Daoyun would no longer be his.

A trace of sneer appeared on the corner of the purple-haired woman's mouth. She didn't know how Yang Feng was lucky, but she could enter the chaotic inner world and also obtained a Hongmeng Taoist rhyme.

Unfortunately, when I met her, I wished to be a Taoist, everything was illusory.

"Click..."

Yang Feng's realm shattered, and the butterfly magic weapon rolled up endless power of his wishes and crushed them down.

Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes, and his Taoist rhyme was swept wildly, and his own Taoist rhyme rules once again turned into a new realm.

Anyone who breaks his realm will have to pay a price. Not to mention that it is not the Lord of Destiny, even if the Lord of Destiny comes, it will be the same.

The moment Yang Feng opened his eyes, the purple-haired woman felt a sudden slap in her heart.

Her wish butterfly has swallowed many souls and many great rhymes, but no one has ever been like Yang Feng.

Some strong men did look at her when they were swallowed by the butterfly. There were only pious prayers and expectations in their eyes. It was definitely not like Yang Feng, who was calm and sarcastic.

Before the purple-haired woman could understand what was going on, Yang Feng's immortal sword had already been blasted out with one sword, and the crazy-rolled sword intent brought endless breath of time and blasted towards her wish butterfly.

This is the magical power of the rules of time. As a strong man, the purple-haired woman naturally knows the power of the martial arts of the years.

The most powerful technique of time is sudden stagnation, or even backflow.

However, the magical power of time that Yang Feng sacrificed was not the stagnation of time, nor the rewind of time.

If she uses her own feelings to describe this magical power, it is time passes by and time is like arrows. This is the rapid progress of time.

At this moment, the years poured down like a river breaking through the dam. The pouring of time and Taoist rhyme formed a space, time and space.

This is the third level of Yang Feng’s third level of time!

"boom……"

The crushing wish butterfly was blocked by the space of time, and suddenly stagnated. The endless power of wishes seemed to be swallowed by time at this moment.

A long sword passed through the space of time and hit the stagnant wish butterfly.

The Wish Butterfly, which was obviously just a magic weapon, actually screamed shrillly under Yang Feng's sword.

Then the power of the long wish that suppressed the mind instantly dissipated and the surroundings became clear.

Only then did Yang Feng see clearly the magic weapon of the wish butterfly, which was somewhat similar to the birds on the ancient wild wish butterfly he had obtained, but there was no golden seal.

This is a magic weapon that is refined by life. Yang Feng actually felt the sadness and sorrow of the wish butterfly in his heart. He seemed to be talking about the helplessness and injustice of life. He seemed to be talking about her, a divine bird that opened the sky, but was refined into the magic weapon of the wish butterfly.

An inexplicable anger arose from Yang Feng's heart. Regardless of whether this anger was the influence of the Butterfly on him or not, the killing force around Yang Feng gradually became stronger.

"Who are you?"

The purple-haired woman looked at Yang Feng with a pale face. This man not only broke free from her infinite wishes and charms, but also hurt her wish butterfly.

Since her debut, she has also seen many powerful people.

She knew that the five great lords and the Ten Great Dao Lords were one of the Ten Great Dao Lords. But she had never heard of the young man in front of her.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, and he didn't answer. The long sword turned into one channel after another, and at the same time he ascended and rushed towards the purple-haired woman, and blasted out with one finger.

Break means to destroy everything and ignore any rules and supernatural powers.

"boom……"

The purple-haired woman's Daoyun Realm cracked directly under Yang Feng's finger.

The purple-haired woman was shocked. She didn't expect that Yang Feng wouldn't even bother to answer her words.

But at this moment she didn't have time to get angry. What she had to face was Yang Feng's overwhelming momentum, almost knocking her body into pieces.

The Taoist rhyme around the purple-haired woman was also completely aroused, and the wish butterfly, which was screaming so loudly by Yang Feng, turned into a bird magic weapon composed of infinite wishes.

A sudden sadness surged in Yang Feng's heart, and he was even unwilling to use his fingers to bang the wish butterfly that condensed the endless rhyme of the wish.

His fingers paused slightly, and the purple-haired woman had disappeared without a trace with the wish butterfly.

Yang Feng didn't chase him, and he didn't know what to do after chasing him.

To kill the purple-haired woman, she must blow off her wish butterfly magic weapon.

"Owner……"

The shrill cry of Xiaotian Dog came, and Yang Feng didn't care about the purple-haired woman, and his figure flashed and rushed over.

The fat monk saw Yang Feng disappear and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he did not chase Yang Feng, but instead changed direction and escaped in an instant.

Before the person arrived, Yang Feng's Daoyun handprint gathered together grabbed the fleeing Xiaotian dog and swept away.

The next moment, he punched and landed at the original location of the Xiaotian Dog.

If it was a little late, I'm afraid the Sky Dog would be smashed into pieces by this punch.

The inner world of chaos was so hard, and a huge pit was also blown out by this punch.

"Master, this bastard saw that I got something good, so he attacked me... If it weren't for the master, Master Dog... No, your loyal puppy would have been beaten to death by this bastard..." Xiaotian Dog was almost crying and snot.

"It's you again?"

The man who punched Yang Feng stared at Yang Feng and shouted sternly.

Yang Feng really knew this person. His skin was very white and looked very delicate. His magic weapon was the Octagonal Universe Hammer.

This guy is called Mao Xi, and he should be practicing the power technique, and his power is extremely powerful.

I fought with him in Tianwaitian, and my strength was slightly stronger than him.
Chapter completed!