Peerless Martial Soul

This idea suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

At this moment, someone finally recognized him.

"The God of Death Chen Feng! It's the God of Death Chen Feng from the low-level battlefield of Galaxy!"

This exclamation immediately stirred up thousands of waves!

Chen Feng frowned, then smiled.

It seems that he has received a new nickname.

Killer God?

interesting.

Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the stunned elders and deacons in front of him.

"Please also ask all the deacons and elders to help sort it out."

After some reckoning, the mountain of tokens in the Contribution Hall was finally cleared.

Finally, the elders of Qunxing reported the final merit value with a slightly trembling voice.

"Five thousand great achievements!"

"Five thousand great merits! As a new disciple, it is incredible for you, Chen Feng, to be able to achieve this amount of great merits from the sect at one time!"

"You know, it is extremely rare for even a disciple who has been in the sect for more than ten years to achieve such great achievements."

After hearing the elder's words, several disciples standing in the corner of the hall immediately looked at each other.

They saw the same message in each other's eyes.

Then, they looked at Chen Feng again, with unpredictable eyes!

At this moment, Chen Feng, in their eyes, was like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

However, Chen Feng didn't pay attention to this.

Because it was the first time he came to the Contribution Hall and there was no jade plaque.

A deacon brought a new jade plaque.

The elder reviewing at the front took the jade token and poured a touch of light blue aura into it.

The face of the jade card flashed with light.

Then, the numerical value was engraved on the jade plate.

Chen Feng took the jade plaque and looked at the large seal characters displayed on it.

Five thousand.

At this time, the auditing elder in front reminded.

"You can trade the great achievements recorded on this jade tablet privately."

Chen Feng raised his head and asked directly.

"I wonder how much sect power is required to enter the Jiutian Sutra Pavilion?"

His voice was so powerful that everyone present could understand it immediately.

It turns out that the purpose of Chen Feng, the God of Death, here is to enter the Jiutian Sutra Pavilion!

At this moment, the auditing elder has also regained his composure.

He looked at Chen Feng, his attitude was kind.

"The Jiutian Sutra Pavilion is the top holy land of the Galaxy Sword Sect. To enter it, the threshold is extremely high."

"Even entering the first level requires at least 10,000 great achievements."

"Subsequently, every time you enter it, you will consume at least one thousand great powers."

Hearing this, Chen Feng frowned.

"Then if you want to get something from it, do you have to consume the sect's great merit?"

"That's natural."

The auditing elder said with a smile.

"The magical powers and treasures placed in the Jiutian Sutra Pavilion are all top-notch in the sect."

"To obtain the magical power inside, you need to consume more sect power."

Chen Feng asked: "What is the approximate range?"

"A single magical power requires at least tens of thousands of great powers."

"So, many people can only go in once every ten years."

Chen Feng understood.

He was still too impatient.

Ever since I started cultivating immortality, time has become the least valuable thing.

Countless people have been practicing it for hundreds of thousands of years!

The higher your cultivation level, the longer your life span, and the less time means nothing!

For many people, more than ten years is not a long time.

But for Chen Feng now, he absolutely cannot wait more than ten years!

It seems that before entering the next trial mission, he has no chance to enter the Jiutian Sutra Pavilion.

You have to accumulate at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of sect merit before you can enter it.

Chen Feng felt regretful, but not too sorry.

There are still 5,000 great merits before reaching the minimum threshold.

It seems that we still have to go to the mission hall to take a look.

In the last two days, it seemed that there was no hope of activating the bloodline of gods and demons.

But that's okay.

At this moment, Chen Feng already has many trump cards.

He even has the Tianquan Immortal Seal in his hand.

He already had some confidence to deal with Chu Pingsheng.

After accepting the jade token, Chen Feng turned and headed to the mission hall.

He is confident of returning to this mysterious world alive!

Return to the Galaxy Sword Sect!

When he arrived at the mission hall, Chen Feng briefly scanned the missions inside and roughly had a number in mind.

There are some tasks that he can take on when he comes back.

Moreover, the promised sect’s great merit is not low.

After leaving the mission hall, Chen Feng prepared to return to Tianshu Sword Sect.

After all, now that he is a disciple of Tianshu Sword Sect, it is not good to stay in the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall all the time.

Not long after he walked out, Chen Feng's expression changed slightly.

His steps stopped.

The few little bugs who had been following him finally couldn't hold themselves back any longer.

"Killing God Chen Feng? Is he very powerful?"

There were three people standing in front of Chen Feng.

In addition to the disciple surnamed Ye from the Kaiyang Sword Sect in the middle, there are two others who are also wearing the costumes of the Kaiyang Sword Sect.

Three people, two in front and one behind, surrounded Chen Feng.

"In the Contribution Hall, your move is so majestic!"

The disciple named Ye is smiling at the moment.

However, upon closer inspection, his smile was full of gnashing teeth.

Everything that happened in the Contribution Hall was a slap in the face to him who was being praised just a moment ago!

His 700 great merits were incomparable in front of Chen Feng's 5000 great merits!

This makes it difficult for Ye Jingheng, who has always been proud and arrogant, to accept it!

Chen Feng watched the three of them approaching quietly, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

A mere three disciples from the fourth level of the Star Soul Martial God Realm actually had the guts to attack him.

For a moment, Chen Feng even began to reflect on whether his usual aura was too reserved?

So anyone dares to provoke and cause trouble.

Even robbery.

As expected, the other two disciples of Kaiyang Sword Sect smiled lowly with sinister looks on their faces:

"I advise you to be wiser and hand over the jade token obediently!"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Chen Feng stood there, looked at them, and shook his head.

He touched his nose and asked with interest: "Aren't you afraid of punishment from the execution hall when you rob like this?"

After hearing his words, the three disciples looked at each other.

Then, they seemed to have heard some joke and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, are all the disciples of Tianshu Sword Sect such fools?"

There was a coldness in Ye Jingheng's smile.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything to you."

"You just made a private deal and gave us all your sect's achievements."

"Of course the execution hall won't punish us!"

The three of them walked closer and closer, standing in a row, facing Chen Feng.

When the two sides were less than a few meters apart, Chen Feng suddenly smiled:

"That's it, thank you three for informing me!"

"Then I won't be polite."

Hearing this, the three disciples headed by Ye Jingheng were all stunned.

What was Chen Feng's reaction? The next second, the man standing in front of them disappeared from their sight!