With "Small World in the Palm" and the Heavenly Thunder Disk, with Yi Ming's current strength, even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage would be taken in if he wasn't careful, but it would be difficult to trap him for too long.

As for the middle stage of the Nascent Soul? Once you enter it, don't even think about coming out, unless you have Yi Ming's background or a trump card that exceeds your own strength.

Is there Zhang Fengji?

Yi Ming believed that Zhang Fengji did have it.

Will Zhang Fengji be able to use it? Yi Ming is not sure about this, but won’t we know after trying it?

…

Seeing that Yi Ming broke Zhang Fengji's Heaven-Swallowing Technique with one move, and then put Zhang Fengji into the Heavenly Thunder Plate, everyone including He Yuanzhang were shocked.

You have to know that he is the leader of the Xuanmo Sect, one of the six major sects in Tianwu Continent. He is not a street thug who is brave and fierce, blood splatters every five steps, and who doesn't care about anything when fighting.

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The next moment, the energy of the Heavenly Demon Magic Image dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yi Ming nodded, "Indeed, the Hun Tian Sect helped me a lot so that I could come back."

…

"open!"

Yi Ming spoke softly, but a huge bolt of lightning, more than ten feet wide, shining purple and gold, and blinding the eyes, came down from the clouds in the sky.

Winning is winning, losing is losing. As long as his rights and interests are not infringed, Zhang Fengji has long passed the era of caring about face.

"Master Zhang's secret method is powerful!" Yi Ming couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

“Boom!”

"What's going on?"

The Heavenly Magical Form is one of the most powerful and explosive secrets of the Xuanmo Sect. Even so, Yi Ming blocked it? He Yuanzhang blinked, thought about it, and still didn't say anything. He and Yi Ming had a good relationship, and it would be embarrassing to show too much surprise.

Then Zhang Fengji saw thunder suddenly gathering in this purple-gold world. Endless thunder suddenly shot out from the sky, the ground, the water and the mountains, drowning him like a rainstorm.

"No." Yi Ming shook his head.

"The Heavenly Magical Appearance!"

Some of these trump cards become less each time they are used, while others cost too much after use, so they cannot be used at will.

Yi Ming's eyes flashed, and the endless thunder that was raging in the small world of Tianlei disappeared in an instant. Then, the purple-gold dark clouds in the sky gathered together, and endless lightning flashed in the clouds, and they also began to gather thunder, ready to go.

Zhang Fengji shouted loudly, and the Heavenly Demon Magical Form blasted out with his right fist, creating the heaven and earth.

Tang Yan and Yang Qingming looked at each other, the meaning in their eyes was unclear.

If it was really a life-or-death struggle, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it's only used in today's scenario...

The only thing they had in common was that they all exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to be ready to devour anyone, and began to tear apart the space between heaven and earth.

Zhang Fengji’s outburst just now was indeed strong. A trace of the energy of the Heavenly Demon Magic Form actually penetrated the seal of the Heavenly Thunder Plate and appeared to the outside world, so everyone knew that Zhang Fengji had used the Heavenly Demon Magic Form.

So everyone continued to look at Yi Ming and the Sky Thunder Disk floating in the air in silence.

"Tianlei Small World, please give me your guidance." Yi Ming said lightly.

Zhang Fengji shouted softly, and the seals in his hands changed. Then the energy filled the sky and the earth, forming a faint and endless black light.

However, no one's expression changed, because it was a surprise, so it was not surprising to take the person in, but it was trapping the person that counted.

"break!"

Zhang Fengji shouted loudly, and then he saw the magic figure retract his right hand to his waist, gathering strength and his body froze.

However, even if he used magic weapons, those conventional means might not be stronger than a punch from his own full-strength Heavenly Demonic Dharma Form.

The next moment, a terrifying aura that spread throughout Zhang Fengji's body, as if he were from a ferocious monster, surged from his entire body.

Even if there is some water in it, it must not be too outrageous. But in this case, Yi Ming's trump card is too strong.

"Friend Yi's back-up plan is ten times more powerful than this." He Yuanzhang continued.

And using an even more powerful trump card would mean risking your life.

The aura on his body rose instead of falling, and then a fierce aura enveloped his whole body, and a giant who was ten thousand feet tall and connected to the sky and the earth appeared behind him.

Only Zhuge Hong was still smiling with a rosy face, without any extra expression.

In the Heavenly Thunder Plate, the Heavenly Magic Dharma Image punched out with all his strength, but was knocked back by a Heavenly Thunder. Not only did the punch get broken, but the remaining force also continued to hit the Heavenly Magic Dharma Image. A purple-gold electric current flashed, which directly caused Zhang Fengji, who was connected to the Heavenly Magic Dharma Image mentally, to shiver.

He is the leader of the Xuanmo Sect, with countless trump cards in his hands, and the strongest among his peers. The late Yuanying ancestor in the sect is on par with himself. How could he be defeated by a newly promoted Yuantai realm cultivator? "But he was able to break my Tianyan technique and plot against me. His strength is indeed not bad." Zhang Fengji nodded in a grand manner.

The entire Tianlei small world shook, and the space within the small world rippled, but there was still no sign of it breaking.

Zhuge Hong's eyes flashed, "Friend Yi has a really good relationship with the Hun Tian Sect."

In fact, he still has some means. Not only did he not use any magic weapons, he also did not use those trump cards, so he still had the confidence that he could break through this small world of sky thunder.

Zhang Fengji looked at Yi Ming and saw Yi Ming smiling and bowing to him, "Master Zhang, you have a very profound background and a very powerful secret technique. My small world has also reached its limit. How about we call it a draw?"

Under the thunder, black smoke rose from the Ten Thousand Demons Hand. Although Zhang Fengji tried his best to support it, it still shattered and disappeared at a rapid speed. Wisps of black smoke scattered in all directions, without any shape, and then was struck by the thunder and turned into ashes.

As the Ten Thousand Demons' Hand tore at it, ripples in space surged, and it seemed as if this small world was about to be torn apart by the Ten Thousand Demons' Hand.

Zhang Fengji narrowed his eyes.

He Wuhan still had no expression on his face, but the black-sheathed sword behind him moved slightly.

Yi Ming made hand seals and quickly smoothed out the spatial ripples. He then said in surprise, "This Master Zhang is really strong. He is almost as strong as several late Nascent Soul cultivators I have seen."

"Did you rely on this small world of heavenly thunder to kill that late Nascent Soul cultivator?" Zhang Fengji asked.

Zhang Fengji gritted his teeth, unwilling to believe it, but he also knew that He Yuanzhang was not the kind of person who boasted.

The next moment, countless hands emerged from the black light, some big, some small, some fat, some skinny, some with broken fingers and palms, some with six fingers, some with sharp nails, and some with scars.

As a result, just as he was about to admit defeat, he saw the purple-gold world suddenly disappear and he returned to the outside world.

In this case, we are just trying to spar with each other. If I can't break your little world of thunder, then I have already lost."

Zhang Fengji shook his neck, then shook his head, very honestly, "What's the point of a draw? I'm not an old Zhang who can't afford to lose. Although I didn't risk my life, I don't think you have no backup plan.

So Zhang Fengji thought about it and directly put away the Heavenly Demon Magic Image.

"Ten Thousand Demon Hands!"

Zhang Fengji took a deep breath and saw the power of the Tianlei Small World. Then his eyes suddenly focused and the true energy in his body surged rapidly.

He Yuanzhang waved his hands hastily, "I'm so ashamed, I can't really help you."

Whether it was asking for news about the Lion Holy Palace in Jiuyuan Lingzhou or giving Yi Ming and his friends the maps of the sea areas they knew, in fact, it did not provide any decisive help to Yi Ming.

“But the Hun Tian Sect is helping us with all their heart, and I will remember this kindness in my heart.” Yi Ming said.

He Yuanzhang smiled and nodded when he heard this, feeling very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)