Nine Stars Killer

There was no time for Ye Feng to think about it, let alone reject it, it was just so fascinating.

"After three days, if the blood dragon can't get a good ranking, you don't have to come back, it will be a dead body."

Ye Feng was about to enter the house, and a cold voice came from behind him, like a cold light on his back, very uncomfortable.

With a wry smile, Ye Feng is used to it. Maybe he has a strong pressure to motivate him to keep moving forward.

It seems that the sect master deliberately arranged himself in the Blood Dragon Peak, just not wanting to let himself have the slightest intention of neglecting his practice, and forcing himself to practice continuously.

It's like putting you and a tiger together, and the two race at the same time. If you don't move forward, the tiger will definitely catch up with you little by little.

If you don't want to be eaten, you should continue to practice and speed up. The best way is to surpass the tiger and get rid of him completely.

Back in the room, Ye Feng didn't even have time to rest, so he directly took out the skeleton of the Demon Emperor, threw it into the Nine Prison Demon Cauldron, and began refining.

Prepare to use the bones of this demon emperor to break through to the eighth rank realm.

The strong laws are filled with endless demon aura, no matter how the Nine Hell Demon Cauldron is sealed, the laws of the demon world will still be leaked.

Suddenly, the killing intent of the entire Blood Dragon Peak was attracted. Ye Feng practiced the big killing technique, and naturally also practiced the way of killing. He seemed to be a good match with the Blood Dragon Peak.

Those slaughter aura, but condensed for hundreds of years, are now shrouded in the sky above Ye Feng's head, supplementing the tyrannical will to slaughter.

As time passed by, Ye Feng's aura became more and more powerful, and every step forward, there would be earth-shattering changes, and more and more crystals were formed in the immortal essence in the dantian.

One day later, Ye Feng still didn't break through the realm. The vortex above his head grew bigger and bigger, and the celestial spirit of several thousand meters was swallowed by Ye Feng.

In desperation, Ye Feng took out a large amount of fairy crystals. Although they were inferior grades, Ye Feng couldn't wait to exchange them, so he absorbed them first.

With the blood crystal, it can just make up for the deficiency of the fairy crystal, the combination of both, the terrible energy, instantly collapses Ye Feng's bottleneck.

"boom!"

The inside of his body was like a bomb that was suddenly detonated, all the bottlenecks were opened, and he successfully entered the eighth-grade Tianxian.

The killing intention was released at this moment, the ten fingers became longer, and the hardness skyrocketed again, which was stronger than the Supreme Dao Qi.

"Swallow!"

Ye Feng took out tens of thousands of blood crystals, swallowed them completely, and turned them into endless will to kill, filling Ye Feng's big killing technique.

And Xianyuan has an extra layer of change, covering a layer of scarlet material. This is the unique energy of blood crystal, making Xianyuan even more violent.

For two whole days and two nights, finally completed the transformation of the realm, and successfully stood in the eighth stage realm, the first realm, and the first heaven, Ye Feng felt that he had changed from the inside out.

Seeing the extremely shrinking fairy crystal and blood crystal, Ye Feng gave a wry smile.

"It seems we have to work hard to earn resources again."

This time in the Demon Cave, Ye Feng received more than 100,000 blood crystals. Just breaking through a realm, he consumed tens of thousands of them. It is estimated that breaking through the 9th rank requires more resources.

There are 15 million lower-grade fairy crystals left, and when there is a chance to replace them with middle-grade fairy crystals, they can also exchange for more than one million.

"I almost forgot. Today is the day when each peak martial arts competes with Fudao. Every month there is a small comparison between each peak, and this time it catches up with the once-a-year competition. No wonder that monster wants me to participate."

Ye Feng has already understood a lot of rules. In order to promote the rapid development of the sect, every month there is an exchange between Fu Dao and Martial Dao.

A big exchange is set up every year, and the individual who wins is still the mountain, and can get the reward of the sect.

There are more than a dozen large and small peaks in Longfumen, and each peak has more than 10,000 disciples. At the end of the year, the Big Bi will be very fierce.

Not only are ordinary disciples participating, even the holy son will be on the road, and the holy son will have a contrast.

Most of them are ordinary saints, elite saints, and true saints. Most of the time they are not practicing in retreat, so they leave the Azure Dragon Region and go out to practice.

The immortal realm is extremely huge, and Ye Feng has not completely set foot in the Azure Dragon Region alone. In many places, even if the fairy king enters, he may not be able to come out safely.

After finishing his clothes, Ye Feng strode out of the room, preparing to participate in this year's Talisman and Martial Arts Competition.

"Are you ready?"

As soon as Ye Feng left the room, the man in black appeared mysteriously.

"I said, can you stop being so supernatural every time."

Ye Feng was shocked, even though the opponent was the Peak Master of the Blood Dragon, he would not scare him every time he appeared.

"If you are so timid, you might as well just die."

The man in black was completely unmoved, as if he had no emotions, and did things according to his own preferences.

"It has nothing to do with being timid or timid. There are only two of us in this Blood Dragon Peak. Why can't we sit down and talk about it?"

Ye Feng felt the terrible killing aura from the Blood Dragon Peak Master, and it seemed that there was a vague tendency to surpass the demonic energy.

Once the two sides cannot reach the balance point, the body will definitely explode.

Either the slaughter qi stands to the upper hand, or the devil qi stands to the upper hand, no matter which one wins, in the final outcome, the Blood Dragon Peak Master will inevitably lose his mind and become a magic way.

Others don't know, Ye Feng can tell at a glance, this is like a double-edged sword, the killing energy can restrain the devil energy, but it also hurts himself.

Once this balance is lost, the Blood Dragon Peak Master will die.

"No, if you can't win the game today, you don't have to go back to Blood Dragon Peak."

The main voice of the Blood Dragon Peak was still cold, and he didn't give Ye Feng any chance to speak. With a big hand swept away, Ye Feng flew up into the air, leaving the Blood Dragon Peak directly, and hurried towards the competition location.

Ye Feng came to the fairy world. Apart from using angel wings, it was the first time to fly, and the feeling of flying back little by little.

As long as you step into the fairyland, you can fly in the sky, and traveling thousands of miles a day is no longer a dream.

After almost dozens of breathing time, Ye Feng's body was directly shaken by the man in black and fell from the air.

Feeling the wind in his ears, Ye Feng greeted the eight generations of the ancestors of the man in black.

"thump!"

Ye Feng fell a dog to eat shit, and fell to the ground fiercely. The man in black quickly fell gracefully from the air and fell right next to Ye Feng.

"Are you sick?"

Ye Feng was irritated and directly yelled at the Master of the Blood Dragon Peak.

Countless scorching eyes gathered around him. At the beginning, everyone didn't know what happened.

How come someone suddenly fell from the air and came into close contact with the ground once.

Pause time!

There was a roar of laughter from all around, accompanied by a large voice of irony.

"Which one is this? Why was it dropped from above."

A disciple riding Longfeng laughed loudly and leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"Oh, isn't this a disciple of the Blood Dragon Peak? Is it this year that I will also participate in the Zongmen Fudao and martial arts discussion."

Someone recognized Ye Feng, and his location happened to be the Blood Dragon Peak area that had been idle for hundreds of years.

"It's really reluctant to live and die. It seems that Xuelongfeng will not be able to keep the only seedling this year."

Everyone talked to me, most of them mocked.

Regarding the surrounding laughter at the Blood Dragon Peak, the leader of the Blood Dragon Peak turned a blind eye, and sat in the position carelessly. As for Ye Feng's expression, he ignored it.

Ye Feng was itchy with hatred. If he could beat the Peak Master of the Blood Dragon, Ye Feng really wanted to ravage him, it was best to kneel at his feet.

The fall just now made Ye Feng almost smashed his ass.

With a fierce look at Peak Master Xuelong, Ye Feng knew that resistance was unnecessary now. When he grew up in the future, he could only sit down honestly after calculating the current account.

A large number of disciples came, this time more than 10,000 people participated, divided into two areas of martial arts and fudao.

The first round is Fudao, the winning side enters the next round, and the losing side is eliminated, very fast.

The martial arts are the same, communicating with each other, there are close to 3,000 people in the Ninth-Rank Tianxian of Dragon Fumen, and it is estimated that there are only these 3,000 people, and they passed the first round without suspense.

Some people chose Fu Dao, some Martial Dao, and some Fu Wu both chose, like Ye Feng, because he didn't choose it himself, Peak Master Blood Dragon made the decision for him.

The huge square is about tens of thousands of square meters, densely packed with people, the representatives of the peaks, and the disciples who are going to fight, are ready.

The representative of the Blood Dragon Peak is tied with a red cloth strip, representing the Blood Dragon Peak.

Bailong Peak is white, Qilong Peak is black, Tianlong Peak is purple, Dilong Peak is golden, Chilong Peak is yellow, Xuanlong Peak is green, True Dragon Peak is blue, Tailong Peak is brown, and Kuanglong Peak is gray.

The participating disciples put on their headbands to represent their respective mountains.

The Talisman Dao competition is very simple. The elders of the Zongmen will make a unified assessment and select a thousand outstanding people to enter the second round, and most of them will be eliminated in the first round.

The first round was the Talisman Competition. Ten thousand tables were placed. The tables were not big, only a foot long, and it was enough to depict a virtual talisman.

Ye Feng jumped down, stared fiercely at the Peak Master Blood Dragon, and went to the competition helplessly.

Had it not been for the leader of the Blood Dragon Peak to force himself to participate, Ye Feng would have lost interest in such a competition.

Now he didn't have any pressure at all. He was able to portray the Nine-Rank Heavenly Talisman, find a place, write his name, and then with a stroke of a large pen, it took five breathing times to draw a Talisman.

It was almost the last to arrive, but the first to leave. Ye Feng's speed surpassed anyone.

Seeing Ye Feng's return, the Peak Master of Blood Dragon didn't care. If Ye Feng lost, he would just screw off his head.

"That kid is stupid, it took five breaths to depict a virtual talisman."

Most of the Seven-Rank Immortals didn't participate, and they couldn't get a good ranking. It might as well be a spectator.

"It must be stupid. Even if the talent is good, I can't ignore this competition. I heard that there are many enchanting rune geniuses in the Dragon Rune Gate this time. Not to mention martial arts. Heap, it is not easy to win the championship."

Everyone talked a lot, most of the spearheads were directed at Ye Feng, who made the most conspicuous.

A murderous intent, a distressed sitting in place, it is a pair of strange flowers.