Ye Feng, kneel down and prepare to die!
The tomb raiders closest to the tomb were instantly drained of their life force by the paper figure, lying shriveled on the ground like withered tree branches, lifeless, their eyes filled with terror.
"A ghost, a ghost..."
The remaining tomb raiders fled in panic, but they still could not escape their fate. The paper figures drained their life force, and before they died, their eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with terror.
Hu Jiusan was so frightened that he hid behind a boulder, his heart pounding in his throat.
After devouring more than a dozen living people, the paper effigy became increasingly lifelike, even growing hair, and drove a carriage less than half a meter tall towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng took a step forward, his black eyes and hair flashing, and two golden beams of light, each tens of meters long, shot out from his eyes. His black robe fluttered in the wind.
He unleashed the Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers, which crashed down like a towering mountain, instantly shattering the paper figures and carriages into dust.
Hu Jiusan, who was hiding behind a boulder and secretly watching the battle, was so frightened that he could hardly speak.
Besides being terrified by the paper figure, they were even more shocked by Ye Feng's identity.
At this moment, Ye Feng stood under the moonlight.
He was enveloped in a silvery-white radiance, shining brightly, like a god.
Hu Jiusan finally got a clear look at his face.
That was actually the legendary Ye Tianshen!
Recalling what he had just said, he wanted to drag Ye Tianshen along to rob a tomb.
I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear.
Isn't this just asking for trouble?!
Ye Feng indirectly saved his life.
If I had rushed into the ancient tomb just now, I would have certainly died.
Then, several more terrifying figures shot out from the ancient tomb, surrounding Ye Feng.
This is a group of Onmyoji from Japan, dressed in ancient costumes from the Edo period hundreds of years ago.
They were all short and wretched, like large rats, dark and ferocious, with small eyes that darted around.
The leader was an elderly man with a hunched back, with two knives, one long and one short, tucked into his waistband. His cloudy eyes shone with a bloodthirsty red light, and the hair on his head was almost all gone.
He was the one who lured Ye Feng over just now; he gives off a cunning and ruthless vibe.
“My name is Miyamoto Yuzan, the Supreme Elder of the Yin-Yang Palace. My Yin-Yang Palace has been indifferent to worldly affairs for hundreds of years. Today, we have specially opened it for you. You should feel honored.”
The other person's pair of sinister eyes stared intently at Ye Feng, like a vengeful ghost seeking death, sending chills down one's spine.
Yin Yang Palace is the headquarters of Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) in Japan.
However, not all Onmyoji come from the Onmyo Palace; many Onmyoji have died at Ye Feng's hands.
Most of them are descendants of disciples who came out of the Yin Yang Palace for training and expanded their influence outside the palace.
He cannot be considered a legitimate disciple of the Yin-Yang Palace.
Ye Feng took out the black iron block from his storage ring, and the vibration became increasingly intense.
He glanced at the hunched old man opposite him and immediately understood.
"Are those demon knights in the Vatican controlled by you, you old codger?"
The hunched old man grinned maliciously, his withered lips parting in a snarl.
"Wouldn't it be a good thing to let those fallen knights continue to serve?"
"If they have spirits in heaven, they should thank me."
Ye Feng transformed his spiritual energy into flames, burning the black iron block in his hand to ashes, and then asked.
"So, you know where my mother is?"
Back in the Vatican, it was probably this old coffin-shaped figure who instigated the demon knight to hunt down my mother.
Based on this, it can be deduced that this old man is also a member of the Hell Organization.
"Heh, so what if it is?"
"Your mother thought that we wouldn't be able to find her just because her cultivation was sealed? How naive of her."
"What a pity, she got away."
"But it doesn't matter. Once I catch you, I'm not afraid she won't show herself."
"court death!"
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he swept out his large iron spear, transforming it into a divine weapon hundreds of feet long.
A mountain behind them collapsed under the weight, and rocks tumbled down into the ravine.
puff!
puff!
Before the two Onmyoji could even get close, they were stabbed to death on the spot and nailed to a boulder behind them.
No blood mist exploded.
There were no bloody scenes.
Black mist mysteriously emerged from the nailed Onmyoji's body, transforming into the shape of a paper doll, and once again pounced on Ye Feng, spewing black flames from its mouth.
Behind him, Miyamoto Yuzan let out a sinister, menacing laugh, his voice hoarse and dry, like that of an old ghost.
"Ye Feng, haven't you been trying to find out where the leader is?"
"Hehe, as long as you can get past this old man, I will tell you his true identity."
"Old bastard, go to hell!"
A murderous glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, and he swept the Xuanyuan Sword out horizontally.
Sword energy, like a rainbow, swept across the sky.
His skill in swordsmanship became increasingly profound, and he could turn anything, including plants and trees, into a sword.
A single grain of sand can sever rivers and seas.
Moreover, the Xuanyuan Sword contains extremely strong and yang energy, which is specifically designed to suppress ghosts and monsters.
The paper figures, like moths to a flame, were torn to shreds by the sword energy and vanished completely before they could even get close.
"Yin Yang Fan, Combined Qi Slash!"
Miyamoto Yuzan led the remaining five old men, who sat cross-legged and worked together to activate an ancient fan.
The fan was tattered and worn, its surface made from the skin of the Martial Emperor, and covered with numerous intricate runes.
In many places, the fan ribs are exposed.
The white fan ribs were made from the Martial Emperor's ribs, although many parts of them were broken.
However, the entire fan still exuded a terrifying aura of a martial emperor, sweeping across the heavens and earth.
Hu Jiusan, who was watching the battle from behind the boulder, turned pale with fright.
Unexpectedly, a terrifying Japanese Onmyoji was hidden beneath this pre-Qin tomb. Luckily, I didn't rush down earlier.
Otherwise, you won't even know how you died.
The Martial Emperor is equivalent to the Yin God realm among cultivators; above the Nascent Soul stage is the Yin God realm.
If it were the real Martial Emperor himself, Ye Feng would go to great lengths.
But for now, it's just the residual pressure; it can't stir up any real trouble.
"Hmph, Ye Feng, kneel down and prepare to die."
Ye Feng snorted coldly.
"You come out here swaggering around with a bunch of dead bones. Your Yin Yang Palace's methods are nothing special."
His greatsword slashed, producing a sharp, whistling sound.
The oppressive aura of the Yin-Yang Fan was instantly broken, and Ye Feng reached out and took the fan away.
After being refined again in the future, it will also be a deadly weapon, after all, it is filled with the aura of a Martial Emperor.
Subsequently, several ancient beings were killed one after another, and a large cloud of blood mist exploded.
The sharp sword energy pierced through his body, forming a curved blade that sliced off a large chunk of the boulder behind him.
Seeing that things were not going well, Miyamoto Yuzan opened his mouth and spat out a large number of paper figures at Ye Feng, taking the opportunity to escape.
"Trying to run away."
Ye Feng reached out and casually smashed the paper figure, then grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him into the air and nearly strangling him to death.
"Tell me, who is the ringleader?"
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