In just a few breaths, a long crack appeared in the wall of fire composed of the Nine Shadows Ice Flame. As the crack appeared, countless faces frantically attacked the crack as if they had found their way. In just a breath, the crack began to expand, and there were signs of unbearable results!

"Heavenly Fire Palm!"

Without waiting for the wall of fire to be completely broken, Ye Feng snorted coldly, and suddenly made a move, and the Heavenly Fire Palm slapped out, facing the crack in the wall of fire.

Rumble!

In an instant, the wall of fire burst open, and the large number of faces gathered at the crack were forced back by the sudden explosion, and let out angry howls. Then, the Heavenly Fire Palm struck out and slapped on those faces. In just an instant, hundreds of faces died, and dozens of feet in front of Ye Feng were empty.

However, the sight lasted only a few breaths. Soon, faces that could not be seen around him poured in, filled in the small gap, and continued to rush over. The Heavenly Fire Palm emitted by the Night Blade only struck forward for dozens of meters before being overwhelmed by countless faces. It looked like a stone that had been thrown into the sea, but it sank with a few waves......

At this moment, on the bone spirit flower behind Ye Feng, the second petal fell off from the stamen and fell to the ground. At the same time, above the Bone Spirit Flower, Duan Qianyao's soul had become a lot more condensed, at least it didn't look as weak as it seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind at the beginning.

As the second petal fell off, the fragrance around it became several times stronger again. The faces around me became more and more crazy. At the same time, at the edge of these oceans made up of faces, new faces loom new. Those faces, without exception, have already had a fluctuation in cultivation......

"Ye Mou said, you can't come!"

Nightfront snorted again, clasped his hands together violently, and then struck out to the sides. Suddenly, more than a dozen Heavenly Fire Palms appeared, striking out in all directions in an arc, cleaning up dozens of zhang around Yefeng!

"Ye knows that you can understand Ye Mou's words. Although you are now a lonely ghost, you are still alive anyway, and you are not completely dead. But if you continue to rush, there is only one way left for your soul to be scattered and completely destroyed. How it should be, don't you understand?" Clearing the faces around him, Ye Feng said coldly. If he really had to fight with so many faces, even he might not be able to hold on.

"You know what?"

"What do you know about a living brat?"

"Kill you! Kill you and you'll know how we feel!"

"Rush, rush up and get that flower, and then you can really come back to life!"

……

Listening to Ye Feng's words, the faces around him were stunned. But after a while, the faces rushed up again, and the words that came from them became extremely vicious.

"Stubborn!"

Ye Feng said in a cold voice, and as soon as he grabbed the Eternal Night Sword, the Five Killing Styles unfolded, and with the help of the Heavenly Fire Palm in his left hand, he launched an attack on the surrounding faces. As he said, with him, it is impossible to get close to the faces around him!

Time passed slowly, and there were dozens of faces around Yefeng who continued to let out miserable howls, and their souls were scattered. Under the frantic attack of the night striker, the small area behind him almost became a forbidden area. No matter what kind of face it is, at most it will be close to three feet away from the Bone Spirit Flower, and it will be impossible to get close. The death of countless faces has made the death aura here a little thinner.

One hour, two hours...... Nightfront didn't take the slightest rest. The faces around him kept rushing in as if they were endless. Even at the beginning of the third hour, faces appeared that were comparable to the Jindan period.

At this time, the Bone Spirit Flower behind Ye Feng had just shed its fifth petal.

At this time, Duan Qianyao's soul had already opened its eyes. Her physical body is being generated little by little under the influence of the Bone Spirit Flower. She looked at Nightblade standing in front of her, her body trembling. She saw Nightblaze's frantic attacks, and saw the seemingly boundless faces around her. But she couldn't do anything.

The bloody battle continues. The sound of the sword roar, the whirring wind, and the miserable howl of the face continued to sound in these few hours. It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Ye Feng suddenly rushed out regardless of the loss of cultivation, shuttled through the sea of faces with his own strength, and killed hundreds of Jindan stage faces one after another, which made the surrounding faces retreat slightly, making the place temporarily quiet.

Duan Qianyao looked at Ye Feng, who had retreated to sit cross-legged in front of her, in a daze. First fought with Zhongli, and then fought with these faces for a day and a night. Night Feng was covered in wounds, and a large piece of flesh was missing from his left arm, and the white bones exposed in it could be clearly seen. It was the wound that Ye Feng suffered when he shuttled through the sea of faces and forcibly killed those Jindan stage faces.

Swallowing a healing elixir, Ye Feng turned his head and saw Duan Qianyao looking at him. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I just broke through, and my cultivation has nowhere to release, and this bit of enemy is nothing at all." ”

With that, Ye Feng turned his head and gasped slightly, closing his eyes to recover his spiritual power. After such a long fight, even if he had just broken through, he was already exhausted.

It was silent. Under the gaze of countless faces, a young man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and regained his spiritual power. Behind him, a miserable white flower with five petals bloomed, and on the flower, a woman stood there, staring at Ye Feng, with a faint mist in her eyes. This scene makes people look at the past, some beautiful, some depressing, and some ...... Despair.

Duan Qianyao looked at Ye Feng, and the heart that had been frozen after the tragic destruction of her home in the Immortal Domain showed warmth. The warmth slowly spread. made her feel that this time she was not prepared to be poisoned and lost her cultivation, which didn't seem to be all bad.

"If only we could...... , then I'm ......"

Duan Qianyao looked at Ye Feng, her cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered softly, saying something.

Ye Feng, who was already extremely tired, didn't hear these words.

The silence was broken when the sixth petal of the Bone Spirit Flower fell off. The rich fragrance spread, and five or six faces comparable to the infancy of the Ten Refining Yuan and one face of cultivation that was in the early stage of out-of-body appearance appeared as a face with a cultivation that was like Ye Feng. They stayed not far away, looking coldly at the Night Blade. The greedy gaze swept over the Bone Spirit Flower behind Ye Feng from time to time.

"I really hope that the petals of this bone spirit flower will fall off sooner. Ye Feng stood up, shrugged his shoulders, and turned around to make a grimace at Duan Qianyao. Then he grabbed the Eternal Night Sword and turned into an afterimage and rushed out directly.

The sound of the sword, the sound of the wind, and the terrible howl that continued to sound sounded again as the sun rose......