Chapter 677 The Seventeenth Heavenly Demon



The outskirts of Shanghai.

The mountains stretch endlessly, the mountain winds howl as they pass by, and the emerald pines and cypresses create layers of green waves, like a green ocean flowing between the valleys.

Ye Feng stood on the canopy of a large tree, his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

His figure swayed with the branches, his eyes cold as lightning, as he spoke mockingly.

"Running so fast, are you rushing to be reincarnated?"

Opposite them, a dozen or so evil sorcerers from the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect stopped and surrounded Ye Feng in a fan shape.

The leader was an old man dressed in an Edo-era yin-yang robe, wearing a vertical crown and holding a black folding fan. His clothes on his chest were embroidered with a yellow chrysanthemum, and he looked like half a piece of rotten wood, devoid of any human vitality.

His cloudy eyes suddenly rolled back, and he stared at Ye Feng with a gloomy gaze, saying...

"Ye Feng, the dragon vein has already been taken away by the Crown Prince. There's no use in you stopping us."

Ye Feng snapped his fingers and sneered.

“I will naturally go and settle accounts with the Crown Prince.”

“But you despicable rats dared to steal the dragon vein of my Great Xia. For that alone, you deserve to die.”

After saying that, the spiritual energy transformed into a giant palm, which pressed down on the opponent from the sky.

The shadow of death loomed overhead, suffocating everyone.

Sand and stones flew all around, and the pine and cypress trees were bent over and prostrate.

"escape!"

The leading sorcerer waved his folding fan, unleashing bursts of black flames that hurtled towards Ye Feng.

However, it was smashed to pieces by the palm of spiritual energy, making a loud booming sound, just like an ant crashing into a giant dragon.

puff--

The giant palm of spiritual energy descended, unstoppable.

He smashed half of the other person's body into a bloody pulp on the spot, leaving a huge handprint.

The leader of the sorcerers let out a shrill scream, nearly fainting from the pain, and no longer had the strength to run away.

The remaining dozen or so sorcerers, seeing how fierce Ye Feng was, did not dare to confront him directly and fled in different directions in a panic.

Last time, Ye Feng slaughtered his way through Japan, terrifying the Japanese devils to the point that their legs would tremble at the mere mention of his name, and they had no courage to step forward and fight.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Ye Feng flicked his finger, and more than a dozen streams of Xuanyuan Sword Qi split off, chasing after the enemy like swimming dragons in an instant.

In the distance, clouds of blood mist exploded in mid-air, and screams echoed continuously through the valley.

None of the sorcerers present escaped; they were all killed.

It should be noted that these sorcerers all possessed cultivation levels of at least the mid-stage Martial Emperor realm.

There are very few beings in the world today who could kill him with a mere gesture.

The remaining leader of the sorcerers, half of his mangled body embedded in the rocks, had eyes filled with terror.

"No, no, don't kill me! This... this was all done at Fengshan's behest. It really has nothing to do with me..."

Ye Feng was too lazy to waste words with him, and also thought he was talking too slowly, so he directly pressed his large hand down on his head and used the Soul Searching Technique.

That's why he was deliberately left half-alive.

He soon learned the cause and course of events, and it turned out to be almost exactly as he had guessed.

The Crown Prince's sealing of the mountain is the mastermind behind it all; the underground dragon vein in the Shanghai area is now in his hands.

According to the memories in this person's mind, Fengshan went to the Tibetan border to find a guy called the Tibetan King.

The King of Tibet!

Previously, when Ye Feng was in Kunlun Mountain, he seemed to have vaguely heard his master mention that Ye Feng was the king of the Tibetan border region, who had many followers and whose cultivation had long since reached the Martial Emperor realm.

Those who could catch the master's eye were all masters who dominated their respective regions.

But what can be done? Anyone who dares to seize the Great Xia Dragon Vein will face certain death.

What's more, the other party is also involved with his enemy, Feng Shan.

I'll seal off the mountain; this time, I will kill you!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, a voice suddenly appeared in his head.

"Heh, if you want to kill the Crown Prince, then I'll kill you first..."

who?

Ye Feng was taken aback and looked around.

But all the sorcerers of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction at the scene were killed by him, not a single one survived. Where did this voice come from?

Soon, the voice in my mind rang out again.

"Hehe, stop looking. In your mind, I am your father..."

Towards the end, the other person's voice suddenly became ethereal.

Ye Feng was slightly taken aback. His vision blurred for a moment, and then a familiar figure appeared.

The figure seemed familiar, radiating golden light. Although its appearance was unclear, it gave off a very warm feeling, as if there was an inherent blood connection.

"Feng'er, it's your dad, come here quickly."

"Hurry up, haven't you been looking for me?"

"dad--"

At this moment, even Ye Feng was in a state of confusion, his expression numb and blank as he walked forward, like a puppet being controlled.

But he quickly stopped, opened his eyes, and was shocked to find himself covered in a cold sweat.

Below was a sheer cliff; one more step and you would fall.

Before him was a black vortex, surging menacingly, as if it contained countless demons and monsters, ready to drag him into the abyss of hell.

It was just a tiny bit short.

Ye Feng curled his lips into a cold smile, flicked his fingers, and spoke to the air in front of him.

"Is that all you've got? Get out here!"

He then began to circulate his spiritual energy, his eyes gleaming with a purple-gold divine light. A black figure slowly emerged from his body, as if a piece of dog skin plaster had been peeled off.

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