"The Xuanpin 'Creation Immortal Pond'...there are thirty-six of them in total, so great!!"

"The Xuanpin 'Good Fortune Immortal Pond' can play a certain role even for a strong person of your level. Thirty-six Xuanpin 'Good Fortune Immortal Ponds' are not worth the six earthly grade ones.'

It’s a fairy pond of good fortune.”

"But it's a little strange that no one is here to compete for these treasures, the 'Immortal Pond of Creation'..."

.....

At this time, Feng Zhen, a descendant of Fenglei Pavilion, led eight servants to the Xuanpin ‘Creation Immortal Pond’ area.

Through the hazy clouds and mist, several people saw the thirty-six Xuanpin 'Creation Immortal Ponds' distributed on the ground below. Feng Zhen's demeanor did not seem to fluctuate much, but the eight servants behind him seemed

Extremely excited.

"If you take one step further, you will die."

A cold voice came from the depths of the clouds, and then a young man in white walked out of the clouds with an illusion of stars, and appeared in the sight of Feng Zhen and his party.

"It's him..."

"Xingchen Sect, Xingyao!"

...

Xingyao is very distinctive among the young kings, and he was recognized as soon as he appeared.

"I asked why there are no living beings competing for the mysterious item 'Creation Immortal Pond'. It turns out you are here."

Feng Zhen, who was also a young king, was not afraid of Xing Yao. He looked at Xing Yao with a strange look.

Buzz~~~~~

Suddenly, Feng Zhen took action without any warning, and a mysterious talisman condensed in his palm, and then he waved his palm towards the stars. The talisman in his palm differentiated infinitely in the process, forming a wave of runes in the void.

Swallow forward.

"snort!"

Xing Yao hummed softly, and the star illusion lingering around him flowed like water, forming a star pattern in the void in front of him, blocking the waves of runes.

boom!!!

The sky and the earth rioted, the star pattern shattered like a mirror, nine-tenths of the rune waves were eliminated, and the last tenth was still left to submerge the position where Xing Yao stood.

After a while, all the visions disappeared, and Xingyao's figure was revealed.

It seems that he is standing still, his white clothes are clean and dust-free. But if you pay attention to his hands behind his back, you can find strands of blood dripping down his fingertips.

Xingyao was defeated by the blow just now and was injured to a certain extent.

"Hahahaha, I just felt that your aura has become a lot weaker. I thought it was my perception that was wrong. Now it seems that you have really become weaker. With your current strength, you are no longer worthy of the young king.

That’s the title.” Feng Zhen looked at Xingyao and laughed.

Fighting is the fastest way to test the gap in strength between each other. Through the brief confrontation just now, Feng Zhen clearly realized that his combat power was far ahead of Xingyao's.

"I think this servant of mine is enough to take care of you."

As he spoke, Feng Zhen pointed at the purple-haired man on the far left behind him. The purple-haired man's bloodline level was at the peak of King Level SS, and he was the strongest among Feng Zhen's eight servants.

"I really don't know where you got the courage to say to me, 'If you take this step further, you will die.'"

Faced with Feng Zhen's words, Xingyao remained silent, his expression as calm as ever. Half of his soul was missing, and his strength had indeed dropped from the level of a young king, but it was not as bad as a peak spiritual practitioner such as a 299-level king-level SS.

After all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!

"roll!!!"

As he spoke, Feng Zhen's tone suddenly became high-pitched and he shouted towards Xingyao.

"If you don't disappear from my sight within three breaths, die!!"

"Oh, Feng Zhen, you are so powerful. I heard your shouting and cursing from afar."

Before Xingyao could speak, Xie Yang's words came from behind Feng Zhen and his party.

"Evil Yang..."

The voice of words from behind and Peiran's energy made Feng Zhen turn around and look behind him. When he saw that the person coming was Xie Yang, the young master of Xie Jun's Mansion, Feng Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly. If he said

Which of the young kings makes him more afraid, then this evil Yang must be one of them.

"You're actually here too."

"You can leave now that I'm here." Xie Yang's words were domineering. "'The Immortal Pond of Creation' is destined to be mine."

"roar!!"

"Your tone is quite impressive. I hope your strength can match your tone."

As soon as Xie Yang said these words, the roar of the [Silver Light Demon Tiger King] and the words of Xian Cong, the descendant of the generation of the Reclusive Immortal Palace, came one after another.

Boom!!

[Silver Demon Tiger King] rushed from the end of the sight to the front and back, and his huge body stood up from the ground, standing in the void like a silver war fortress.

"Yin~~~~~"

After a breath, the level 285 (mid-eighth level of the Danden Realm) king-level demon beast king [Cloud-Stepping Immortal Beast] carried the immortal coffin on its back and flew to a stop not far from Feng Zhen, Xie Yang, and [Silver Light Demon Tiger King]

.

"The immortal coffin of the disciple who escaped from the Immortal Palace and entered the world."

Xie Yang's eyes directly ignored the [Silver Light Demon Tiger King] and fell on the immortal coffin on the back of the [Cloud-Stepping Immortal Beast]. Before the giant spirit realm was opened, Xie Yang and the immortal coffin had a brief relationship.

They met face to face, so he recognized the immortal coffin at a glance.

"If you choose to escape from the world, why bother to join it? Just seeking fame and reputation is self-contradictory."

Xie Yang was very unhappy with what Xian Coffin just said. While taunting Xian Coffin, Xie Yang's whole body erupted with dazzling light, emitting astonishing fluctuations. His right leg was like a demon dragon dancing in the air, carrying endless phantoms, stepping towards Xian Coffin.
Chapter completed!