Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

In the towering dense forest, Wang Feng gathered his breath and walked forward. What surprised him was that there was no sound in the entire forest except for the occasional breeze blowing and the rustling of leaves.

There is not even a single monster in such a huge mountain range? How can it be?

For a moment, Wang Feng's heart was solemn, and the strength in his body surged quietly, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. In this unfamiliar area, even if he was powerful, he did not dare to slack off at all.

Suddenly, Wang Feng paused and looked up suddenly.

"What the high priest said is indeed true. How dare you, these invaders, invade again?"

At the same time, a cold voice suddenly echoed in the forest, followed by a cold murderous intention, making the already gloomy forest even colder.

After these words fell, a burly figure suddenly appeared in Wang Feng's sight. It was the vicissitudes of the old man. As soon as he appeared, the billowing demonic energy on his body was like a stormy wave, crushing down towards Wang Feng. The surrounding towering ancient trees were shocked to the point of shaking.

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old man in the sky. A look of surprise flashed deep in his eyes. He never expected that as soon as Shi arrived in this lost battlefield, he would meet a local strong man, let alone that this The old man's cultivation has actually reached the realm of spiritual gods?

Isn't this powerful man in the lost battle realm too terrifying?

In the entire Imperial Realm, the strong spiritual gods are enough to be called the top strong ones. If any force has a strong spiritual god, its power is enough to be titled as a god, such as the four major divine clans.

It is almost impossible to see a powerful spiritual god in the Imperial Realm. Many people may never see them in their lifetime, but in this lost battle realm, they can meet them casually?

"Intruder, how do you want to die?"

The old man stood in the air, looked down at Wang Feng condescendingly, and spoke domineeringly.

In his perception, Wang Feng was only at the peak of immortality. To him, he was nothing more than an ant that could be destroyed with a flip of his hand.

"who are you?"

Seeing the old man's domineering attitude, Wang Feng did not get angry, but asked with interest.

"I am the elder of the Demon Spirit Tribe, Demon Yuan!"

"It is your honor to die at the hands of this god!"

Mo Yuan glanced at Wang Feng with a stern look in his eyes and said proudly.

"Demon tribe?"

Wang Feng's eyes flashed with confusion, but Mo Yuan obviously didn't have the patience to explain again. A cold murderous intent flashed in his red eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand and turned it down suddenly.

"boom!"

The majestic power was released from his palm in an instant, condensing into a huge palm print, like a five-fingered giant mountain, and suddenly fell towards Wang Feng. Even if he took action, the demonic element still maintained its aloof posture.

Even after this palm, he never made another move. In his opinion, under this palm, Wang Feng would definitely die. No immortal peak could block his palm.

This is the self-confidence of a spiritually powerful person!

Under God, we are all ants. This sentence is not just rhetoric!

Unfortunately, what he met was Wang Feng who had already entered the fifth level of the Divine Forbidden City!

"boom!"

Under Mo Yuan's incredible gaze, a wisp of sword light shot up into the sky and directly chopped into pieces the huge palm print he had condensed. The force of the castration did not decrease, and it headed straight towards him. The terrifying edge of the sword was reflected across the old man's body. It was so far away that it made his heart tremble!

"boom!"

Before he could tremble, Mo Yuan waved his hands, and layers of demon energy burst out from his body, forming a huge bell of demon energy to protect him!

"boom!"

However, even though he tried his best to defend, he still couldn't block the terrifying sword light. The huge demonic bell was directly chopped into pieces by the sword light, and it hit him without any surprise!

"puff!"

A mouthful of dark blood suddenly spurted out from Mo Yuan's mouth. His face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body flew out directly, falling towards the mountain forest. There was a loud bang, and the whole ground exploded. The earthquake caused rubble to fly, and a huge human-shaped pit appeared directly in the forest not far away!

In the pit, Mo Yuan lay paralyzed like a dead dog, with blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth, his pupils dilated, and his eyes lifeless. At this moment, his world view collapsed. He never imagined that a guy at the peak of immortality could do this. Have such terrifying strength?

With just one blow, he, a strong man in the middle stage of the spiritual god, was severely injured. The terrifying sword energy raged in his body, destroying the vitality in his body. Even with all his divine power, he could not suppress it.

If it weren't for the heartbreaking pain that was so clear, he might even have thought he was dreaming.

Anyone who encounters such an incredible scene would probably not believe it.

Wang Feng's body swayed and he appeared directly next to Mo Yuan. With a curl of his mouth, he looked down at Mo Yuan condescendingly and said jokingly: "Why aren't you arrogant? Aren't you very strong?"

"Damn intruder!"

"Even if this god dies, you will never be able to leave this ancient forest of demons!"

"The high priest will not let you go!"

Facing Wang Feng's ridicule, Mo Yuan remained extremely stubborn and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Fall?"

"you are too naive!"

"In this world, sometimes death is the only way to escape!"

Hearing this, Wang Feng smiled evilly and said coldly. Those indifferent words made Mo Yuan's whole body tremble involuntarily. How could he not understand the meaning of Wang Feng's words?

The next moment, Wang Feng reached out and grabbed Mo Yuan's arm, and the power in his body spurted out.

"ah!"

In an instant, Mo Yuan's entire face was distorted, and he screamed in agony. The force pouring into his body shattered the bones in his arms bit by bit, and even his meridians were shattered bit by bit. He would rather destroy his arm directly than suffer such slow pain.

The most important thing is that all of his divine power has been suppressed by Wang Feng and cannot be mobilized at all. As a result, he is like a mortal at this time. Just imagine, how can a mortal bear the pain of shattering bones bit by bit?

"Can't you bear this little pain?"

Wang Feng smiled evilly and asked jokingly.

Hearing this, Mo Yuan almost couldn't help but yell, "What the hell is this a little pain?" If his divine power was still there, this would indeed be considered a small pain, but his divine power was suppressed by Wang Feng and could not be mobilized at all.

"Want to die?"

When the desperate Mo Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but nodded as if he was hearing the sound of nature.

"Tell me all the information you know, such as what kind of ancient demon forest this is, what kind of world this world is, what kind of power it has, etc."

"As long as you say so, I will leave your body intact!"

"Believe me, you will never want to endure the torture that follows!"

Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice.