Chapter 1212: Cultivation Holy Land (Medium)

At this time, Ye Feng, who was stepping on the ground, suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations coming out, and the mist under his feet was filled, wrapping his body inside, and soon, a stream of wonderful qi seeped out, and the mist wrapped up this space, making Ye Feng's eyes stiffen slightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw another figure appear in front of him...... Exactly the same figure as him!

Obviously, the figure in front of him could not be him, but it was no different from him, and Ye Feng himself saw his whole picture so clearly for the first time.

"Illusion!"

Ye Feng instantly understood what he had encountered, there was no doubt that the figure in front of him was naturally illusionary, he was in the depths of the illusion, and this illusion imitated a person who was exactly the same as him.

"I didn't expect that if I wanted to enter the world inside, I still need to go through an illusion, and I don't know how strong I am in the illusion. Ye Feng's steps stepped forward, incomparably steady, step by step as if gathering momentum, and the invisible force rushed towards his phantom, but his phantom did not move at all, standing there as if it was a statue.

"Boom!" Ye Feng stepped on his footsteps and blasted towards his phantom, and a surging force rushed out, as if thousands of horses were galloping together, with a mighty momentum.

The phantom still didn't move, until the moment when Ye Feng's terrifying fist power came to him, the depths of his eyes seemed to have a glow, and suddenly, a terrifying coercion descended on Ye Feng's body, and this terrifying coercion felt that it was difficult to keep breathing normal.

"Boom!" The same muffled sound came out, and Ye Feng's phantom also blasted out a punch, this punch seemed to float the general trend of heaven and earth, and a terrifying general trend turned into a hurricane, condensed on the fist, and gave birth to a terrifying fist of potential.

"Boom!" Ye Feng was like a heavy blow, his body flew out violently, and he felt that his arm was extremely painful, as if it was about to burst, and his body was also tumbling with qi and blood.

"So strong!" Ye Feng's expression stiffened, but before he could have time to breathe, his phantom rushed over again, still blasting out with a punch, hooking the power of the general trend, when the fist flickered, the void qi seemed to be drained, and the fist turned into a streamer, just like the moment a meteor fell, it was extremely terrifying.

"Boom, boom, boom......" terrifying fists continued to hit Ye Feng's body, blasting his head into a daze, blood splashing wildly, and finally a pop sound came out, and his body fell to the ground fiercely, only to feel as if he had fallen apart.

"What kind of bad luck is this?" Ye Feng couldn't help but roar, it was too unlucky, and when he turned his gaze, Ye Feng saw Pixiu lying there lazily, leisurely.

"You already knew there was an illusion here!" Ye Feng glared at Pixiu viciously.

"Little bastard, cherish it, the holy pattern ditch in that hall helps you understand the great power of heaven and earth, and there is a you in the depths of this illusion who can communicate with the general trend of heaven and earth, when you are a sparring partner, what are you not satisfied with?

Pixiu said lazily, which made Ye Feng look stunned and suddenly realized!

Ye Feng stood up and patted his body, full of energy and fighting intent!

The illusion condensed his phantom again, and his gestures were all the power of heaven and earth, and poor Ye Feng was blasted out again without any suspense.

"Go on, sooner or later one day you will defeat him!" Pixiu lay there, gloating.

Ye Feng glared at him fiercely and said, "You, a puppet emperor who has lost your power, do you want to try it too?"

Pixiu glanced at Ye Feng with contempt, and said: "Cut, what a miraculous power this emperor is, this small technique still needs to be tried by example, not to mention the power of the general trend of heaven and earth, I have already controlled the power of the Dao, otherwise how can I easily carve the Killing Holy Pattern Great Array?" It's just that the strength has not recovered yet." ”

"Do you still know that your strength has not recovered? If you don't recover your strength and call yourself the emperor, it can only be a puppet emperor, hahaha, I will call you the puppet emperor in the future, and after you recover your true strength, I will call you the Fire Emperor again, hahaha!" Ye Feng said teasingly.

Pixiu was so angry that he jumped up from the ground and scolded angrily: "Little bastard, you know a fart, although the emperor's strength has not recovered, his vision and experience are stronger than you to the sky, you dare to call me a puppet emperor, phew!"

"Puppet Emperor!" Ye Feng finally caught the Fire Emperor's hand, and immediately shouted.

"Cut, boy, do you want to provoke the emperor? Are you still tender, the emperor understands the law of life and death, and the old antiques who live again will be in your plan?" Pixiu suddenly woke up to Ye Feng's mentality of grasping the word "pseudo-emperor" to hit him, and immediately held his head high, contemptuous of Ye Feng, with a face of a master.

"Forget it, Puppet Emperor, I see that you have regained your strength, so I will give you some Zun Ao Crystal. Ye Feng laughed dryly, and threw a storage ring to Pixiu, making Pixiu's eyes light up and becoming extraordinarily shiny.

Peeping inside the storage ring, Pixiu murmured: "Count your kid with a conscience, forget it, this emperor is humble and humble like a valley, you can call it whatever you want, in short, this emperor is this emperor, heaven and earth are destroyed and I am not destroyed, the sun and the moon turn and I do not change!"

Looking at the posture of this old bastard, taking the benefits and pretending to be deep, Ye Feng really wanted to kick him away.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and stepped into the illusion again, fighting with the condensed self again and again, and being ravaged again and again.

This is indeed a sparring partner, but it is also abused!

After being abused countless times, Ye Feng felt tired, so he dragged his tired body back to the depths of the hall, and the hateful and terrifying power instantly pressed down, bending his body, making him bear a terrible pain all over his body, but Ye Feng regarded it as grinding, these were prepared for him, the first disciple, he was unwilling to bear it, and there were people behind him who wanted to bear it for him.

Just now, he glanced down at the Ninefold Heaven, and there were many people there who were trying to climb towards the Ninefold Heaven, wanting to keep climbing to the next level of the ladder, so that they could take someone else's place and get someone else's palace and better cultivation resources.

In order not to be surpassed, others must not be half relaxed, so as not to be squeezed down.

He is in the Nine Heavens, and there is no crisis of being replaced by others for the time being, but be prepared for danger in times of peace, let alone being replaced by others, even if there are no such people, he should keep spurring himself.

Half a month later, it was still in the depths of that illusionary realm, Ye Feng's palm power was even more terrifying now, even if he no longer relied on supernatural means to attack, just a random slap of the palm could trigger the terrifying power of heaven and earth, coupled with his own terrifying physical power, a slap could crush someone higher than his realm to death.

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