Facing Jin Feipeng who suddenly came in front of him with a hideous smile, murderous eyes and one hand grabbing his neck, Yi Ming's eyes revealed infinite fear, as if he had foreseen his final outcome.
Jin Feipeng laughed even more happily.
After spending several months and suffering serious injuries, isn't this the moment he has been waiting for?
The monk in front of him has run out of energy, and now it is time for him to perform.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily. I will lock your soul in the Cave of Heavenly Punishment and refine it for three thousand years!" Jin Feipeng said hatefully.
He has not suffered such a serious injury since he was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.
Although he never looked back, he was actually very clear that there were only a few feathers left on the two pairs of golden wings behind him.
"Ah! I hate it so much!"
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A canopy of dim light suddenly appeared in the lightning, and then shattered in an instant.
Condensing a giant palm of true energy, Yi Ming stretched out his hand and grasped the small double-winged sword that was pressed against the light curtain in front of him. True energy surged into it, and he seized control of the small sword in the blink of an eye.
Jin Feipeng's pupils shrank suddenly! Countless lightning sands surrounded him in an instant, each with the power of a lower-grade heavenly grade.
Another bead appeared and shattered again.
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"Master Yi!"
“Boom!”
In the lightning, Yi Ming felt a powerful burst of energy, and the terrifying momentum rushed straight into the sky and filled the heaven and earth.
Yi Ming stopped his hands, scanned the battlefield ahead with his spiritual consciousness, and looked closely.
He waved his hand and summoned the Dinghai Pearl, which shone with colorful light, instantly enveloping his entire body.
The thunder raged, and the entire explosion lasted for a cup of tea before gradually weakening.
But what comes into view is more than ten thousand?
A piece of veil appeared again and then broke into pieces.
Jin Feipeng flew back, but it was too late.
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"It's safe!" Luo Shi's legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.
No matter how confident Yi Ming said he was, he was dancing on the edge of a knife all the way, and one careless mistake could result in death.
Jin Feipeng laughed out loud.
The next moment, a golden light suddenly rushed out, and a small golden sword was pointed at the front, stabbing Yi Ming quickly. Behind him, in the sword light, there was a tattered figure.
Whether it was the great cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm behind him, or the terrifying thunder that was everywhere.
Yi Ming descended and entered a natural cave on the deserted island. Bei Xueqing and the other two girls immediately flew out of the Spirit Gathering Cave.
Then this energy faded at a speed visible to the naked eye and was submerged in endless thunder.
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“Boom!”
He was too confident and too close, leaving no room to retreat.
Yi Ming made hand seals and controlled all the lightning sand to concentrate in a relatively small area, trying to control the direction of the explosion.
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Yi Ming waved his hand and took the storage ring from Jin Feipeng's only remaining hand.
Yi Ming waved his hands randomly, as if he was resisting subconsciously.
Now that they had killed Jin Feipeng and left the center of Xuanlei Sea, they were no longer in danger and they finally felt relieved.
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A mid-level heavenly lightning bolt suddenly formed in the dark clouds and struck the place where he had just stopped.
It was a pursuit that lasted for months, and they had no rest at all. Although they did not participate in it personally, they were always worried.
A soft sound.
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The next moment, his face was filled with golden purple!
Perhaps the explosion of the thunder sand was too powerful, causing the thunder to concentrate in a small area. The black clouds above suddenly surged wildly, and then several upper-middle-grade heavenly-level thunders took shape and struck the center of the explosion range one after another.
"Let's get to the outer edge of the Xuanlei Sea first."
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Although Yi Ming's clone had already told them his trump card and that he could sense the heavenly thunder, they simply couldn't remain calm as they watched Yi Ming getting injured and vomiting blood while struggling to defend himself.
Yi Ming could see clearly that the figure in the light of the double-winged sword only had half of his left leg, a right arm, and two wings left. At this moment, this tattered figure was looking at Yi Ming with hatred, and was trying his best to drive the flying sword to kill Yi Ming with one sword.
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Jin Feipeng is going crazy. He swears he will not be a human being if he doesn't kill Yi Ming!
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It was almost like a plucked pheasant! After catching Yi Ming, he would have to stay overseas for a few more years, at least until his feathers grew out. If he went back like this, his old friends would laugh at him to death.
The full-strength sword attack of a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage was unable to break through the outer light curtain released by the Dinghai Pearl.
A ferocious face and eyes full of hatred!
Therefore, Yi Ming did not walk out of the Xuan Lei Sea directly, but searched back and forth in the outskirts of the Xuan Lei Sea, where there were only Xuan-level thunders, and found a small deserted island to rest for a while.
"bite!"
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Yi Ming smiled.
Yi Ming waved his hand to block, and a cloud of purple sand was scattered by him, which instantly filled the area around Jin Feipeng.
The next moment, the secret method of the soul attacked Jin Feipeng's sea of consciousness, and the platinum sword energy entered through his eyebrows.
Yi Ming retreated for a distance and then stopped. Then he circulated all his true energy and performed "Ten Thousand Thunders", condensing countless thunders and attacking Jin Feipeng with all his strength.
Although he was not injured at this time, 70 to 80 percent of his true energy had been consumed. Moreover, he had been chasing and fleeing for several months in a row, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, and his energy was impure. If he were to meet a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage now, he would not be able to do it again.
"Brother Yi!"
At this moment, in Yi Ming's eyes, Jin Feipeng was getting closer and closer, and a giant palm of true energy was getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.
Yi Ming muttered to himself, and then flew towards the outskirts of Xuanlei Sea.
Countless golden feathers appeared in the lightning, and then disappeared one by one at almost the speed of lightning.
Yes, tattered.
Naturally, they let him fall three thousand feet and into the boundless sea.
“Boom!”
In the Soul Gathering Cave, Bei Xueqing and the other two girls had been staying in front of the Water Mirror Technique, watching the battle from beginning to end. They were extremely nervous and only now did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As for Jin Feipeng's body...
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So the question is, can a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage withstand the full force attack of 10,000 cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage?
Then, detonate! "Boom!"
“Boom!”
"Your Nascent Soul's essence is exhausted, and all your true energy has disappeared. You can't even self-destruct, and you still want to kill me?"
If there were only one, ten, or even a hundred, he wouldn't care at all.
As soon as he got the storage ring, Yi Ming's eyes twitched and his figure immediately floated hundreds of feet away.
A cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage died!
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Luo Shi and Bai Rongrong supported Yi Ming on the left and right.
Yi Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry, you all saw that I just consumed a lot of my energy, but I wasn't even injured."
"But after exerting all your strength for several months, it has taken a great toll on your spirit and body. You should take a rest first," Bai Rongrong said.
"Okay, I'll recover for a few days first, and then we'll talk about other things." Yi Ming nodded.
(End of this chapter)