Ye Feng and his companions narrowly escaped death from the ancient pyramid.
After taking a headcount, most of the key personnel were present.
Besides the four senior sisters, Lan Yu, dressed in a loose, dark blue Hanfu, stood gracefully beside him.
Just now, she had used her cultivation to dry her clothes, and the hem of her Hanfu skirt fluttered in the wind.
The old weasel muttered curses, his white beard trembling, yelling that he would fart and kill Ghosn and his gang of bastards.
Dongfang Sheng, dressed in a blue robe with his hands behind his back, looked slightly disheveled, yet still retained the demeanor of a scholar.
The ghost servant, wearing a titanium alloy helmet, stood respectfully behind him.
The helmet was full of dents and bumps; it had been hit by boulders several times earlier, but thankfully I was wearing one.
Otherwise, even the Iron-Headed Arhat would be smashed to death.
Always wear a helmet when you go out.
The Ghost Servant understands this all too well!
Fatty Situ plopped down on a large rock, his flesh undulating all over.
He was breathing heavily, and the small, pure gold abacus around his neck jingled.
Just now, this guy was weaving through the fallen boulders, his body inflated like a balloon, rolling around with incredible agility.
"Damn it, luckily I'm alive."
Xiahou Ba, with a long sword slung over his shoulder, said indignantly to Ye Feng.
"Sect Leader, those bastards, Kase and Ghosn, almost killed us. We can't just let this go."
The Eastern Path to Victory.
"This is intolerable!"
Even when scholars curse, they do so in a refined and elegant manner, without using vulgar language.
Leonif, the leader of the Snow Country Martial Arts Alliance, was imposing and tall, with large, bulging eyes burning with rage. He brandished his arms, which were as thick as an average person's thigh, and said.
"I will not be able to quell my hatred until I tear that son of a gun to pieces."
Behind him followed a group of Snow Country warriors, each one tall, strong, and rugged.
Everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy.
Ye Feng didn't hesitate either. He immediately led everyone out of the collapsed pyramid, preparing to leave the Amshe Desert and head towards the headquarters of the Ancient Egyptian Martial Arts Alliance.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they came out, they encountered many martial artists from the Ancient Egyptian Martial Arts Alliance, and the two leaders were acquaintances.
One was Tutopa, whose grandson Tiraf and son Hadman were killed by Ye Feng at the banquet.
There was also a dwarf next to him, Nasta.
These two men were among the forty most notorious bandits of ancient Egypt, and they were followed by many powerful figures.
Their purpose here is to guard Ye Feng and the others.
They were sitting around a campfire, eating fragrant, golden-brown roasted meat, drinking delicious wine, chatting with each other, and occasionally bursting into unrestrained laughter.
In their view, Ye Feng was doomed this time.
The ancient pyramid has collapsed and sunk completely deep into the earth. Even if Ye Feng has great abilities, he can't escape.
"Haha, that brat is doomed this time. He dares to come and cause trouble in our ancient Egyptian martial arts world. No matter how many heads he has, it won't be enough to chop them off."
Tuttopa was drunk and spoke incoherently.
Suddenly, he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and an eerie silence fell over the surroundings.
All his companions stared blankly at what was behind him, their expressions incredibly varied.
Several people dropped pieces of meat onto the sand without even noticing.
Tuttopa said with a thick tongue.
"Everyone's stunned! Hurry up and drink! We're not leaving until we're drunk! Let's celebrate Ye Feng's annihilation! That damned ant, I wish I could crush him with my own hands, hahaha..."
Sudden.
A familiar voice came from behind.
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."
Tutiopa stiffened and struggled to turn around, only to see a familiar figure walking towards him through the swirling sandstorm.
He screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"Ye Feng, you, you brat, you're still alive? This, this is impossible."
The dwarf Nasta reacted the fastest, darting into the sand like lightning and fleeing into the distance, stirring up a large cloud of dust on the ground.
Ye Feng snorted coldly.
"None of them will escape."
After saying that, he casually unleashed a sharp sword aura, pinning Nasta to the sand.
The other person convulsed a few times before dying, their eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, their blood staining the nearby sand.
Then, Ye Feng released a terrifying black flame from the hell furnace, instantly engulfing and swallowing Tutopa and the others.
"Hmph, didn't you want to burn us to death? Now I'll give you a taste of your own medicine and refine you all too."
The screams of agony echoed as these ancient Egyptian warriors were instantly refined, their cultivation absorbed into the inferno of hell.
Tutopa's legs were melted down, leaving only his bloodied upper body. His colorful intestines spilled out and were instantly vaporized.
.
At this point, he was completely sober. Under the intense pain, his whole body trembled and convulsed, and he let out a shrill scream.
"Ah...don't kill me..."
Ye Feng withdrew the flames, pressed his large hand on the other party's head, and began the Soul Searching Technique.
They quickly located Kase's whereabouts from the other party's memories and led the group toward the ancient city of Kairo with murderous intent.
As for Tuttopa, he was slapped to death by Ye Feng.
at this time.
The deepest part of the underground honeycomb structure in the United States.
Because the doomsday city on the ground was completely overrun and conquered by zombies after being destroyed by half of the snowy planet last time.
Even in this underground beehive, zombies occasionally dig holes and crawl in to eat people.
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