World Wide Martial Art

"What a frog in the well. Situ"

Mr. Shan Mu sneered, his eyes showing murderous intent, and he glanced at these ministers and nobles.

Even if Mr. Shan Mu is just pretending, his eyes are not as fierce and scary as Jiao Luan himself.

But all the ministers and nobles still felt chills running down their spines, and they lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look at Mr. Yamaki.

"I am not a weakling. I don't even look down on the human Holy Court!"

"There is no need to mention the request for help. I will personally lead you to kill Ye Feng, destroy the Human Race Holy Court, and rebuild the glory of our Horned Demon King Court."

"I want the other eight major demon clans in this disordered world to know the infinite prestige of our horned demon clan, so that they will no longer look down on my clan."

"Now, follow me back to the Royal Court. Don't worry about the Holy Court and Ye Feng. If they dare to come, I will make it impossible for them to go back!"

Mr. Shanmu is resolute and does not tolerate rejection, and sets the tone directly.

Seeing Lord Shanmu's murderous look, even though the ministers and nobles were still frightened, they did not dare to disobey and obeyed Lord Shanmu's instructions honestly.

Shan Mujun stood in the royal court's army and returned to the Horned Demon King's Court with them. At the same time, he also separated a soul and went to the Holy Tower to meet Ye Feng.

"Lord True God, I am willing to accept your arrangement and become the king of the Horned Demon Clan."

Shan Mujun half-knelt in front of Ye Feng respectfully and said.

"Very good, trust me, this is the best path for you."

Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shan Mu's eyes glowed. He agreed with Ye Feng's words and pretended to be Jiao Luan to command the army of the Jiao Demon King's Court, which made him feel very excited.

He found that he liked this disguise, as if he was born to do this. Being able to control the Horned Demon King's Court and secretly protect the human race was such a glorious and great thing.

Ye Feng could see that Lord Shanmu had not changed his mind because he had power. He was still dedicated to doing things for the human race, and he became more and more satisfied with him.

Shan Mujun is devoted to the human race, and this is what Ye Feng values ​​​​most about him.

"I said before, whether you are willing to be the king of the Horned Demon Tribe or not, I will give you a big gift."

Ye Feng smiled calmly, "I will not break my promise. Now is the time to fulfill my promise."

Mr. Shanmu looked excited, and saw Ye Feng stretch out a finger, the tip of his finger shining brightly.

This brilliance gave Mr. Shanmu a very familiar feeling, and he was keenly aware that it was the power of the soul.

In the disordered world, many creatures cannot use the power of their souls, and their souls are also very weak and cannot provide combat power or help.

Therefore, the power of the soul is very rare here. Mr. Shanmu has never met anyone like him, which makes him feel extremely lonely.

Sometimes, he even wonders if he is different from everyone else, and he is the only one in the world who can use this ability.

Now, seeing Ye Feng exerting the same soul power, and the power was thousands of times more pure than his, he was extremely shocked.

"Lord True God..."

Mr. Shanmu looked at the soul power at Ye Feng's fingertips with fascination. Until Ye Feng pressed his finger between his eyebrows, he felt a loud sound coming from the sea of ​​consciousness, as if the world was created.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared loudly, and Mr. Shanmu saw a mighty sea of ​​thunder emerging above the sky in the empty sea of ​​consciousness.

This is an ocean composed purely of thunder. There are even thunder dragons, phoenixes, and all kinds of mighty and strange beasts jumping for joy in the ocean.

Such a majestic scene made Mr. Shanmu stunned. What shocked him even more was that the sea of ​​thunder, wrapping all kinds of strange beasts, were all condensed by the power of the divine soul. He could feel the pure power of the divine soul.

"The soul is invisible, the thunder has no form, one thought opens the sky, one thought cuts the sea..."

A huge piece of information rushed into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and Mr. Shanmu's consciousness became blurred. After a long time, he regained his clarity, and a dazzling light bloomed in his eyes.

"I will impart this formless spirit of thunder to you. I hope you will live up to my expectations."

A towering figure rose from the sea of ​​thunder. Mr. Shan Mu raised his head and saw Ye Feng's majestic and majestic figure, which was as powerful as the palace of the supreme god. His eyes were full of reverence.

"The little one will live up to the expectations of the True God."

Mr. Shan Mu knelt down respectfully. The Thunder Phaseless Nerve taught by Ye Feng was a method of cultivating the soul.

After cultivating to a high level, one can transform one's body into thunder, become god into thunder, travel thousands of miles in a single thought, and kill all enemies, which is extremely extraordinary.

The level of this skill is indeed not low, it is at the god level. To Mr. Shanmu, it is like a divine object.

His soul talent is extraordinary, but he does not have any cultivation method, nor does he know how to cultivate it. He just relies on instinct to use it.

With the Thunder Phaseless Nerve, Yamaki-kun can be called a transformation, and his strength will increase by leaps and bounds, especially in the world of disorder, where most enemies don't know how to resist divine soul attacks, he will shine.

Lord Shanmu's soul returned, and he stood among the royal army and began to practice the thunderless nerve.

His spiritual talent was really outstanding, and it didn't take long for him to achieve something. Although he didn't show any strange phenomena, the horned demons were keenly aware that Lord Shanmu's temperament had become different.

If before, Shan Mujun pretended to be Jiao Luan, he only had a fierce appearance, but now he has become unpredictable.

Even when the ministers and nobles looked at Lord Shanmu, they felt that they could not see Lord Shanmu clearly.

He was standing there, but he seemed to be far away in the horizon, and his body seemed to be always shrouded in a layer of fog, making him look particularly mysterious.

"In this way, it's all arranged." Ye Feng stood in the Holy Tower, retracted his gaze from Shan Mujun, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt a lot more relaxed. In the days that followed, Ye Feng has been sitting in the Holy Court, protecting the Holy Court's stable development. At the same time, Ye Feng is also concentrating on cultivation to recover from his injuries as soon as possible. There are too many secrets in the disordered world, and the water is too deep, which makes him feel a sense of urgency. In the face of danger, only strength is the most reassuring. Ye Feng's own strength is not bad, and all he needs is recovery. In this process, Ye Feng has been looking for ways to leave the disordered world, and he really made some discoveries. In the human race's Holy Court, there is an old cultivator who is quite old. Although his strength is not strong, he can be said to be well-read and has extraordinary knowledge. This old cultivator presented an ancient book called "The Secret Road to Heaven". This ancient book is similar to a novel and a biography. The content is a series of stories triggered by a legendary road that can reach the sky. Ye Feng is not very interested in the characters in the story. Instead, he pays special attention to this road that can reach the sky. According to the description in the book, the secret road to heaven is located in the northern border of the Disordered Realm, which is now in the Great Shattered Realm ruled by the Phantom Demon King's Court.