Chapter 390: Almost a God

“Hmm…”

Wei Fan felt as if he had just woken up from chaos, with fresh air rising and turbid air sinking, as if he had slept for eighteen thousand years.

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

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

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

“I have an extra eye!”

A sense of enlightenment surged into Wei Fan's heart. His soul's tiny arm reached for his forehead, and sure enough, he touched the third eye above his eyebrows.

"The third transformation is the transformation of a third eye?"

He tried to tear the cocoon in front of him with both hands, but the cocoon did not open.

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

"open!"

The power of his will exploded, and this time he used almost all of his strength to tear open the cocoon that wrapped his soul, allowing his soul to reappear in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul glowed with golden light and had three pupils, like a descending god.

The entire space of the sea of ​​consciousness vibrated, an invisible gust of wind was stirred up, and faint thunder sounds were heard.

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

"Still there?"

The strands of silk cocoon did not dissipate, and it floated in the space like an open sack. Wei Fan grabbed it from mid-air and found that it had turned into a real object.

"How could they come up with something like this!"

Wei Fan was a little shocked for a moment as his soul grabbed the cocoon.

The first two times when he woke up, the cocoon that wrapped his soul turned into energy and dissipated without leaving any trace, but this time the cocoon actually 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 hands of the physical body.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he looked down and saw that he was indeed holding the magical cocoon in his hand. It felt 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 shaking, and at the same time, there was a bombardment sound outside.

"Someone is attacking the formation!"

Almost in an instant, Wei Fan understood what had happened.

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

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

"This is……"

Wei Fan took a deep breath, his heart was shocked beyond words.

He did not unleash his soul nor scan with his mind. He was just thinking about seeing who was attacking the formation. His vision appeared above the valley and he ran outside the formation.

If he was scanning with his mind, the perspective would definitely not be this kind of overlooking perspective. It is even more impossible for his soul to leave his body, as his soul is still in his body.

Moreover, King Wu was unable to 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. All the energy of the spirit crystals was exhausted, and the formation covering the valley could no longer hold on. The valley appeared in the sight of a group of martial kings.

Fenghua did not counterattack immediately, but first took away the holy soldiers who set up the formation.

"It's you. Where's Wei Fan? Let him come out and die!"

The blue-clothed King Wu stopped raising the Lengyue flag and did not chop it down, as if he was afraid of hurting Fenghua.

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

Fenghua raised the Julu Sword in his hand, and a wave of holy weapon was emitted.

The Qingyi Wu Wang of Huoyun Cave snorted coldly: "We don't want to attack you, but we must kill Wei Fan. If you insist on doing what you want, we will have no choice but to offend you."

Wei Fan cannot live. Ever since he displayed his unrivaled power in Yunjin City, his enemies have been on edge, wanting to kill him before he breaks through to the level of 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 will not be difficult for him to destroy a holy sect.

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

If Fenghua wanted to stop them, they would not care about Fenghua's background.

"Wei Fan, come out and die, don't hide under a woman's skirt!" the green-clothed Martial King shouted.

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

"You seem to think you have me in your hands!"

Wei Fan strolled out of the cave, stepping into the air, his body shining with light, auspicious signs steaming, and the energy in the sky swarmed towards him in joy.

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

In an instant, the world was silent, the flowers, plants and trees in the valley bowed their heads, and with every step taken, a burst of light appeared in the void.

"He has become a martial saint?"

Fenghua's pupils contracted 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 advanced to 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!"

With almost no hesitation, he urged the Lengyue Flag in his hand to kill Wei Fan directly. 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 stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

However, as murderous intent arose in his heart, an endless cold wave rose in the void, and the tangible murderous intent almost froze the fluctuations of the holy weapon.

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

"ah……"

The blue-clothed Martial King screamed, but before the Lengyue Flag could be pushed to its full potential and chopped out, the Heavenly Sword had already chopped down.

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

However, the Qingyi Martial King of Huoyun Cave felt a bone-chilling chill and a breath of death.

His soul was filled with fear, and he couldn't help but scream.

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

“Puff!”

When the Heavenly Sword fell, there was no terrible noise, and it didn't even affect the valley.

But a terrible thing happened. The light of the Cold Moon Flag in the hands of the Green-Clothed Martial King dimmed, and all the fluctuations of the holy weapons were almost extinguished.

Feng Hua was moved: "He has become more terrifying and mysterious. Could it be that he has really achieved the status of a Martial Saint?"

She began to doubt 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, an outburst of willpower and the embodiment of murderous intent, but the power was terrifying.

It can be said that the holy weapon activated by the peak martial king is of little use and cannot resist 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 and boundless abyss, as unfathomable as a Martial Saint. How strong he was, probably only Wei Fan knew.

“All dead!”

Suddenly, her pupils contracted violently.

The aura of the group of martial kings beside the blue-clothed martial king suddenly dissipated rapidly, and their corpses fell powerlessly from the sky, splashing a cloud of dust on the ground.

“Pah pah pah…”

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground seemed to strike directly into the heart, making people feel creepy.

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

"you……"

King Wu in green was trembling all over and his scalp was numb. He didn't know why the person next to him suddenly died.

He originally thought that the Leng Yue Flag protected everyone, but it obviously only protected him. The rest of the people had been killed by Wei Fan at some point.

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

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

"I showed my skills in Yunjin City, and you still dared to chase me. It's obvious that you have prepared a way to kill me. I'll give you the chance to use it!"

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

After cultivating the third of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm, he entered a state close to that of a god. Even though the Martial King of the Fire Cloud Cave in front of him was holding a holy weapon, he was just like an ant in his eyes. No matter what means the other party had, he could kill him before he could use them.

"You are looking for death!" the blue-clothed 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 still dared to send them to kill Wei Fan. They must have prepared something that could kill Wei Fan.

However, Wei Fan displayed even more mysterious methods than in the battle of Yunjin City. He understood that as long as Wei Fan was willing, he could be killed before he could use any means, making it impossible for him to use any means.

Just like the holy weapon, the Cold Moon Flag, in his hand, which had not yet reached its peak before it was extinguished by Wei Fan in one move. It can almost be said that Wei Fan has already left the category of Martial King.

"Respectfully greet the arrival of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint!"

He took out a flawless, radiant jade statue.

The beauty is the size of a fist, with clear facial features and even a sense of life, just like a real person.

The moment he took it out, Wei Fan even felt like he was being watched.

King Wu in green threw the jade figure into the sky with both hands.

In an instant, a vast aura burst out from the jade figure, and the vital energy from all directions was drained away. The trees on the ground turned yellow, and the vitality rapidly faded away, all rushing towards the jade figure.

"Be careful, this is a clone made by a Martial Saint!"

Fenghua's expression changed drastically. He urged the Julu Sword to protect himself and quickly retreated.

(End of this chapter)