Wei Fan glanced at Mu Feng beside him. He didn't run away when he met the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, but wanted to laugh at him. This guy was also a Holy Son-level figure. The strange thing was that Shangguan Fei only treated him as an ordinary regional warrior.

Under Mu Feng's teasing gaze, Wei Fan nodded and said, "Just take over the battle for me."

A hint of fighting spirit arose in him. Although he had fought against holy soldiers with his bare hands and blew up the clone of the Martial Saint, he had never fought against a Holy Son-level powerhouse in his peak state.

Although Yuan Jie, the holy son of the Qilin Ape clan, was also a holy son, Yuan Jie was only at the eighth level of Demon King and not a holy son in his peak state.

"Roar... You didn't run away? Die for me!"

The Holy Son of the Iron-eating Beast leaped down from the cliff, and bloody smoke rose into the sky.

This iron-eating beast looks very similar to the giant panda in Wei Fan's previous life, but they are not the same species.

When the Holy Son of the Iron-Eating Beast appeared before, Shangguan Fei introduced that the Iron-Eating Beasts really feed on iron. Not only do they eat humans, iron is also an indispensable food for them.

Therefore, the physical bodies of this clan are extremely strong, and their bloodlines are no weaker than those of powerful clans such as the Five-Colored Demon Bulls. There is also a Demon Saint in the clan.

Wei Fan still didn’t know how many demons he had killed, but this was the first time he encountered a demon of this bloodline.

"boom!"

The body of the Iron-eating Beast Saint was only about ten feet tall, but it was like a small mountain smashing down. The terrible pressure made the earth tremble.

In fact, this was the result of his efforts to restrain his strength. After all, this was Huangfu Qingyang's dojo. If he released his strength without restraint, who knew if it would lead to some bad accidents.

A metallic glow burst out from his whole body, his hair stood up like steel needles, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Mu Feng tapped the ground with his toes and quickly retreated. Since Wei Fan didn't let him attack, he would retreat further away.

The Holy Sons of the Demon Clan are different from those of the human clan. The Holy Sons of the Demon Clan are all geniuses with holy blood flowing in their bodies, and their strength will not be inflated at all.

However, the Holy Son of the human sect may not live up to the name. Although he is the Holy Son, his talent may be just average.

"The Son of God in his peak state is indeed powerful!"

Wei Fan felt the aura of the Iron-eating Beast Saint, and found that he was not much weaker than the Dragon Turtle Demon King, who was known as the number one demon king in Beiding Continent. They were both powerful beings of the same level.

However, he even killed the Dragon Turtle Demon King easily, let alone the Iron-eating Beast Saint who was even inferior to the Dragon Turtle Demon King.

"What?" The pupils of the Iron-eating Beast Saint suddenly shrank, and he saw that the human martial king in front of him almost disappeared from his sight, like a flash of lightning that pierced through the void, so fast that even he could not react in time.

The next moment, a hand passed through his claws and pressed on the protective force outside his body.

“Boom…”

At this time, a deafening sonic boom sounded in his ears. The expression of the Iron-eating Beast Saint changed drastically. The terrifying power hit like a tsunami, and the power that protected his body twisted and exploded in an instant.

"Is he the Holy Son of Yuan Yi in disguise? How could his strength be so terrifying?!"

He just wanted to kill a human martial king to fill his stomach, and he chose an unknown martial king. He never expected to meet such a tough guy all of a sudden.

Looking at Baohuazhou, apart from the Holy Son of Yuanyi Sect, he really couldn't think of any other extraordinary person.

"Bang!"

As the protective force exploded, the Iron-eating Beast Saint was struck by lightning. The terrifying palm was so powerful that it instantly pierced through his body, which was almost comparable to a top-notch divine weapon.

Blood splattered and poured down like a torrential rain. The terrifying force blew a huge hole in the back of the Iron-eating Beast Saint.

"you……"

There was a look of fear in the eyes of the Iron-eating Beast Saint. Even the Yuanyi Saint was not so terrifying. It was impossible for him to be killed with just one move. He instantly understood that this should be a dragon from other continents, not an ordinary regional warrior at all.

"I……"

Mu Feng was so shocked that he almost swore.

He knew that the regional warrior "Underworld Fire" from Beiding Continent was quite powerful. He had killed all the demon kings along the way with one blow. Even if he was not a Saint Son-level strongman, he was not much weaker. But he never expected that he would be so terrifying. He killed the Iron-eating Beast Saint with one blow and pierced through the Iron-eating Beast Saint's body, which was comparable to a top-notch divine weapon, with his bare hands.

Even if he tried his best, he could only protect himself, but there was no possibility of killing the Son of the Iron-eating Beast.

"Something big is going to happen!"

Mu Feng felt a sense of horror in his heart. Even if it was the Saint Son of Yuanyi, a disciple of the Xining Wuhuang Wang family, it would be impossible for him to be killed in just two or three moves. So even if Huangfu Qingyang's dojo appeared this time, no one thought that a Saint Son-level figure would die.

Now that such a terrifying god of killing has arrived, instead of searching for treasure and killing the Demon King, he is likely to slaughter all the demon saints who enter the Taoist temple.

Wei Fan collected the body of the Iron-eating Beast Saint and continued to search for the Demon King.

It's not that he doesn't want to look for treasure, but here he relies entirely on luck. The monsters are responsible for finding treasure, and he just kills them. Any treasure will eventually be his.

Mu Feng swallowed his saliva, and he came to his senses: "Brother Minghuo, you are not Wei Fan from Beidingzhou, right?"

As far as he knew, all the saint-son-level figures in Beidingzhou went to the wasteland, and those with backgrounds also went to the wasteland. Minghuo could not be the saint-son of a sect in Beidingzhou.

Moreover, he was able to kill the Holy Son of the Demon Clan with one move. Looking at the surrounding continents, only Wei Fan, who has recently made a sensation in the martial arts world, and only that kind of unparalleled figure who can resist the Holy Soldiers with his bare hands, has such terrifying strength.

Wei Fan nodded without comment. Mu Feng forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. It was indeed Wei Fan.

He just felt a chill on his back. Before, he had questioned whether Wei Fan's words were exaggerated in front of the commander of Beidingzhou. He didn't expect that the real culprit was right there.

Wei Fan didn't care about Mu Feng's doubts before, and asked: "Do you know how to leave here?"

He didn't know much about the small world. No matter what his main purpose was, he had to figure out how to leave first.

Mu Feng nodded: "For a small world like this, the exit is always in the center. We are probably just on the periphery now. I see that you are not interested in treasure hunting. Why don't you go directly to the Medicine King's Dojo? If there are any good things, they should be there."

Wei Fan's eyes lit up. It would be good to have a fixed exit. Once the exit is blocked, he can kill every demon that comes. All the good things will be his. It is troublesome to look for them everywhere now.

Mu Feng took a deep breath. This guy was too arrogant. The reason he didn't look for treasure was not because he was not interested in treasure, but because he planned to kill all the monsters. In this way, all the good things would be his.

"If all the demon saints died here, it would be strange if those demon saints didn't go crazy."

Mu Feng had a bad feeling, but also a hint of anxiety. They were all demon hunters, so they naturally would not consider the consequences of killing all the Sons of God. Those were issues that the Martial Saint had to consider.

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The two men jumped onto the top of a hill, intending to identify the location and direction of the center.

They did not dare to fly, because this small world created by the Martial Emperor was not the real world. There might be restrictions at high altitudes, and flying might attract force attacks.

This place is already decayed, and even the Martial Saints dare not come in, for fear that the world will collapse and they will die here. When Wei Fan took action, he tried his best to restrain his strength so as not to cause damage to the space.

After determining the direction, the two continued walking. Suddenly, Mu Feng beside them rushed out like crazy and came under a rock. They saw a blood ginseng growing under the rock, but its leaves had withered and turned yellow.

He dug with his hands and soon dug out a blood ginseng as thick as his arm, but the blood ginseng had turned black and gave off a rotten smell.

"Damn it! This is a blood ginseng that is ten thousand years old. It can extend the life of a martial saint for hundreds of years, but it has decayed!"

Mu Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, his eyes turned red.

Even martial saints would scramble for this kind of thing, but it's broken.

"Let's go, this isn't the first time we've encountered something like this!"

Wei Fan didn't show much emotion. In fact, it was not the first time they found this kind of broken treasure, but this blood ginseng was the most precious thing they had ever encountered.

This place has been buried underground for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, and many good things have been spoiled. Even a strong man like the Martial Saint who has the ability to reach heaven and earth cannot live forever, let alone this kind of elixir.

Wei Fan had seen this blood ginseng a long time ago, but he knew that it was already rotten.

The two continued to move forward. Occasionally, they met the human race's King of War. Everyone walked separately. But when they met the Demon King Wei Fan, there was nothing to say and they just shot him to death.

Half an hour later, a palace at the foot of the mountain appeared in Wei Fan's sight. As expected, this was the core of the entire small world and the place where the former Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang lived.

The palace is majestic and looks as intact as if it had just been built. Even after tens of thousands of years, it still shows no signs of aging. Huge runes are engraved in some places, giving off a mysterious aura.

Many people have already arrived here, including humans and demons. They are trying to enter the palace, but are blocked outside and cannot even get through the walls.

Someone flew up, but was bounced back by a beam of light.

"You two, come quickly, let's work together to break through here. If those saint-level figures come soon, we won't even have soup to drink."

Someone saw Wei Fan and Mu Feng appear, stopped attacking and waved to the two of them. None of those Saint Son-level powerhouses showed up. Now was the chance for ordinary Martial Kings like them.

When those saint-level figures arrive, even if there are any good things, they will still be theirs.

"You actually teamed up with demons in order to break through here." A cold look appeared on Mu Feng's face.

There are more than twenty creatures here, including the King of War and the King of Demons, but there is no fighting and it looks peaceful.

You have to know that this time, although ostensibly they were entering Huangfu Qingyang's dojo to search for treasures, it was actually a confrontation between the human and demon races. Otherwise, the Baohuazhou Demon Hunter Organization would not have asked for help from the surrounding continents and seconded a group of regional warriors.

"You are so self-righteous. If you have the ability, do it yourself. Don't kidnap us!" The King of War who greeted the two men snorted coldly.

Mu Feng's expression turned cold and he was about to speak, but he saw Wei Fan beside him had turned into a beam of green light and rushed out.

"I almost forgot about this God of Killing!"

Thoughts surged in his mind, and the next moment a demon king exploded in his sight without warning.

"What?"

In front of the palace, countless people's eyelids were twitching wildly. Those who dared to enter Huangfu Qingyang's dojo were at least at the ninth level of the King level, and most of them were at the peak King level. Those who could blow up a peak demon king with one blow were at least Saint Son-level strongmen. (End of this chapter)