Breaking the Formation
Inside the old forest.
The white-haired old Taoist stood atop the tree canopy, holding a whisk, coldly looking down at Ye Feng below, and said.
“Ye Feng, I am an elder of the Maoshan Sect, whose Taoist name is Kongyu. Some time ago, you killed Xingyue Zhenren, the leader of the Corpse-driving lineage of my sect, and also killed many people in my sect. You have fallen into the demonic path and are no different from a monster.”
"Today, I, this humble Taoist priest, will subdue the demon and capture you, taking you back to Maoshan to await the sect leader's judgment."
Back then, the leader of the Maoshan Sect's corpse-driving lineage went to Taiwan to hunt down Ye Feng, but was killed by him at Xingyue Lake.
Ye Feng snorted coldly.
"Noisy".
"The leader of the Corpse-driving sect deserved to die."
The old Taoist priest snorted coldly.
"Since you refuse to repent, then don't blame me for being impolite."
"Let me show you the power of our Maoshan Sect's Twenty-Eight Constellations Demon-Subduing Formation!"
Maoshan is known for its ability to subdue demons and monsters, much like Longhushan. It has a long history and, like many ancient martial arts families, a very profound heritage.
"Set up the formation!"
With a long whistle from the Taoist Kongyu, the twenty-eight people stepped onto the Dipper formation.
Each person represents a great star, wielding a magic sword, drawing the power of the stars into the great formation, and then slaying Ye Feng.
Of course, with their cultivation level, they simply couldn't draw real stellar power into the formation.
All he had to rely on was the magic sword in his hand.
This sword is forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, containing the power of stars, and its blade is engraved with numerous demon-subduing runes.
Using one's own cultivation to power it, it can unleash considerable power.
"cut!"
The sword energy of the twenty-eight people condensed and gathered above the formation into a dazzling star, like the sun in the sky.
It crushed through the air with overwhelming force, slashing fiercely at Ye Feng.
Outside the great formation.
Seeing this scene, the many assassins of the Seven Kill Hall all revealed a cold smile.
In their view, Ye Feng was doomed this time.
It should be noted that the Twenty-Eight Constellations Demon-Subduing Formation is the Maoshan Sect's sacred formation, specifically designed to suppress some old demons in the world.
Ye Feng's eyes shot out two cold beams of light, and he opened his mouth to spit out a sword light.
The Xuanyuan Sword slashed across the sky.
Sword energy stretched for three thousand miles.
A single sword's light chills nineteen provinces.
The light illuminated the entire area, with sword shadows appearing in all directions, layer upon layer.
A storm of sword energy swept across the spot, surging and rolling.
The surrounding ancient trees and huge bluestone were cut in half on the spot, just like cutting tofu with a knife.
Several Seven Kill Hall assassins were wiped out before they could dodge, leaving not even a trace of blood.
Clang!
The large star in mid-air was destroyed on the spot, as if it were made of paper.
The sharp sword energy pierced through the star, instantly killing several old Taoist priests in front of it, causing blood to flow like a river.
With a single sword strike, he shattered the Twenty-Eight Constellations Demon-Subduing Formation.
The Taoist Kongyu was hit by the backlash of the formation and was sent flying hundreds of meters away. A look of fear flashed in his eyes, and he turned and left.
The other Taoist priests suffered the same fate; several of them were hacked to pieces on the spot, their robes stained with blood.
"Old man, where are you going?"
Ye Feng chased after him, and with a sudden palm strike, wind and thunder roared, and the shadow of death loomed over Kongyu Daoist.
"Don't kill me..."
"If you kill me, our Maoshan Sect..."
puff!
The giant hand fell, instantly turning the Taoist Kongyu into a bloody pulp.
Both the Maoshan Sect and the Wu Clan are ancient sects in the Great Xia Dynasty. Like the Wu Clan, the Maoshan Sect has also branched out and developed into several sub-sects during its transmission.
Besides the corpse-driving lineage, there are also those who specialize in using talismans and magical artifacts to subdue demons, and others who rely on formations.
Just like the old fellow, Kongyu Daoren, who used the Twenty-Eight Constellations Grand Formation to suppress demons.
He was just shouting that he would suppress Ye Feng, but in the blink of an eye he was killed.
Ye Feng didn't spare the rest either, slapping them all to death as if they were swatting a bunch of flies.
The blood mist exploded one after another.
The old forest was filled with a pungent, bloody stench.
Nearby trees were snapped in two, hordes of ferocious beasts fled in panic, and countless others were killed by the terrifying aftershocks.
Ye Feng strode through layers of blood mist, his body enveloped in a bloody light, like a bloodthirsty demon god descended from hell.
The assassins from the Seven Kill Hall were all horrified and fled in panic.
I thought that with this alliance with the Maoshan Sect and the fact that this kid had just fought the Snow Maiden, his cultivation must have been greatly depleted.
They can stay here and wait for the opportune moment to completely eliminate this brat.
But unexpectedly, Ye Feng was so abnormal. His cultivation seemed inexhaustible and continuous, and he easily killed Kong Yu Dao Ren.
In their panic, the group of assassins fled in disarray, like a pack of stray dogs.
"Hmph, trying to run away? Not so easy."
Ye Feng let out a cold snort, and a giant millstone-shaped hand formed from spiritual energy pressed down from the sky, like a small mountain.
More than a dozen assassins from the Seven Kill Hall were killed instantly by the shockwave.
Then he caught up with the bald, burly man, snatched the bow from his hand, and was about to break it.
To his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't destroy it.
Who would have thought that this seemingly unremarkable, pitch-black bow was actually a precious treasure?
Ye Feng put it into his storage space, then grabbed the bald, muscular man by the neck and lifted him up. Upon closer inspection, he saw that there was indeed a two-winged black dragon tattoo on the back of the man's head.
This guy is also a member of Hell's Organization.
Ye Feng opened his phone, pulled up the video Zhao Tianzhong had shown him of his father being brutally beaten, and carefully compared it.
It turned out that the two were not the same person.
Although they look very similar, there are still differences; the bald, muscular man in front of them looks younger.
Without saying a word, Ye Feng slapped the other person across the face more than a dozen times, leaving his face a bloody mess.
This was even with Ye Feng deliberately holding back.
Otherwise, one slap would have turned this guy into a bloody mist.
"Tell me, what's your relationship with this guy in the video?"
Where is he now?
These two look so alike, it's hard to believe they're not related.
Ye Feng's tone was icy, and his gaze was sharp, like a chilling current sweeping across the Siberian ice fields, sending shivers down one's spine.
The bald, burly man was terrified on the spot, and before Ye Feng could even resort to torture, he confessed obediently.
"That's my brother, at the Seven Kill Hall headquarters on the Netherworld Island in the Senluo Hell Continent..."
"Please...please don't kill me..."
The guy begged and pleaded.
To survive, he even sold his own brother.
Ye Feng had planned to go to Senluo Hell Continent to find his father's whereabouts after dealing with Haidong's affairs.
He sealed the bald, muscular man's cultivation, threw him into the storage space, and leaped back to the villa.
From a great distance, we could hear a series of howls coming from all directions.
Ye Feng frowned. Had something happened at the villa again?
He leaped and vanished from the spot in an instant...
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