The golden true yuan was galloping, and under Ye Feng's deliberate guidance, it flocked to the dantian and merged into the golden cave sky, Ye Feng was very annoyed by the sudden pursuit, but he did not resent, not because Ye Feng did not hate, but in the thirteen years of fighting with the demonic beast, nothing was more important than survival.

Therefore, it is not that Ye Feng does not hate, but that there is no hatred at all in Ye Feng's heart, what is only the persistence and belief cultivated in the fight against the demonic beast, and the only belief cultivated, that is, to live!

And now those who are chasing and killing him are just demonic beasts that should change their shape in Ye Feng's eyes, and the only thing he can do is to survive in this never-ending fight.

Ye Feng believed that he would definitely be able to, because in the previous thirteen years, the only thing he could rely on was the long knife in his hand, and now that he had stepped into the Cave Heaven Realm, and one foot had stepped into the late stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, he even had the mysterious Wuhuang Technique and Blood Nerves.

"I will definitely survive this fight!" At this moment, the invisible thought seemed to have turned into an endless power, fused into the golden true element, and turned into the power to expand the cave sky.

Rumble! The golden light was shining, and at this moment, Ye Feng's outer body was surrounded by a golden divine ring, and in that divine ring, a world seemed to be opened, and that divine ring was just like the gateway to that world.

"The Cave Heaven of the Prince of the World seems to be a little extraordinary!" Night Thirteen's voice in the void was low and shocking.

Thundered! In the distance above the deserted city, when the black tribulation clouds finally turned into black thunder and lightning falling, Night Thirteen's figure manifested, with a dignified expression, and from this tribulation cloud, Night Thirteen saw the qualifications of the tribulator, this is definitely an existence that is no less than the Blood God King and the Marquis of Xiaoyao, because throughout the ages, the heavenly tribulation when the spirit fetus realm broke into the god was very ordinary, and if the tribulation cloud appeared an extraordinary color, it could only represent the qualification of the tribulator.

"The Mei family?" Ye Thirteen's brows tightened, and he suddenly remembered the brocade-clothed young man who was killed by Ye Feng, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

As a Phantom Guard, he has been a Phantom Guard all his life, and the elimination of the existence that threatens the royal family has been integrated into their bones and infiltrated into their souls, not to mention that this possible threat is still threatening the prince that Night Thirteen intends to defend with his life, which can't help but let Night Thirteen kill the machine burst out.

"Whoever it is! You can't make a move until the moment of life and death! ”

As if sensing the killing intent of Night Thirteen, Ye Feng stood up and looked at the place where the clouds were shrouded.

"The old slave understands!"

Night Thirteen understands everything that the Blood God King has done in the past thirteen years, Night Thirteen didn't understand it at first, but as he kept watching, Night Thirteen slowly understood.

Sharpen yourself in a cruel environment, sharpen your spirit, sharpen your will, sharpen your courage to face death, and finally build the steel and iron bones that lead to the supreme power.

Ye Feng is transforming in this continuous grinding, this transformation is so obvious, in Ye Thirteen's opinion, it won't be long before this young man, who still needs to protect himself, will become a towering tree.

"Shizi! It seems that there are fewer people chasing us! ”

The rugged ancient road, bypassing the Fallen Desert City, but still going straight to the location of the imperial capital, Ye Feng did not intend to retreat, even if it was full of murderous opportunities, but his father's will must be completed.

"Yes, it's like when the Beastmaster hunts, all the beasts will back down!" Ye Feng's face was solemn, and the white tiger under his crotch shook his head even more uneasily.

"Let the old slave deal with it, right?" Along the way, Ye Thirteen was accustomed to seeing Ye Feng's coldness, not only to the pursuers, but also to himself, to himself, even if the flesh and blood were flying, Ye Feng never let himself make a move, this young man has always been on the verge of life and death.

"No, you don't! I can feel that it won't be long before I can enter the Spirit Fetus Realm with just a life-and-death fight! Ye Feng's voice was flat, revealing a maturity and steadiness that was completely incommensurate with his age.

"Hmmm! It smells so good! Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes looked at the wilderness not far from the roadside, where the river was murmuring, and the light of the fire by the quietly flowing river attracted Ye Feng's attention.

"Let's go!"

Almost without thinking, he strode towards the place where the fire was dancing.

Night Thirteen was silent, at this time, there was no need for words, and besides, Night Thirteen didn't feel any dangerous breath.

"It smells so good!"

When the aroma was fragrant, Ye Feng was already standing beside the dancing bonfire, and his eyes were even more closely fixed on the wild meat that was filled with a strong aroma above the bonfire, completely forgetting the owner who was constantly turning the game.

"Incense! That's right, how can the game of the real people not be fragrant? "This is an old man in a Taoist robe, but that Taoist robe is really not the same, covered with stains, and even has a foul smell. And the long hair that was tied up haphazardly piled up on the head like weeds, making it really difficult to see.

"Hmmm! It does smell good! Ye Feng admired and rubbed his hands.

"Eat a bite of wine first!" As if he hadn't met a friend for a long time, Lao Dao said very casually, and threw the gourd next to him as he spoke.

"Hmmm! Wine! Pulling the stopper from the gourd, Ye Feng's brows stretched, almost without the slightest hesitation, and the wine filled with a strong aroma poured into his throat.

Call! At the entrance of the drink, a fiery aura instantly spread throughout the body, like a flame, which shocked Ye Feng's heart, and then he smiled slightly, and in that smile, the golden true yuan flowed, like a long whale absorbing water, and in an instant, the blazing breath was swallowed up.

"Hmmm! It's kind of interesting! Looking at Ye Feng, who had calmed down in an instant, the old Taoist's complexion changed, and a smile appeared on his oily face.

"Come on! Let's try the old barbecue again! Looking at Ye Feng's performance, the old Taoist became more and more enthusiastic, and handed the oily barbecue to Ye Feng.

"Good!" Ye Feng laughed, grabbed the barbecue, opened his mouth and entered a large piece of game, and then swallowed it in his stomach under the surprised gaze of the old Taoist.

"How does it feel?" The old man's face was full of anticipation, and his oily face was shaking for a while, as if it was difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Good!" With his thumb cocked, Ye Feng's face was full of smiles, but the moment he spoke, he took a bite again.

Call! The golden true yuan was drumming, surging like a great river of the Yangtze River, which made Ye Feng's heart more and more surprised, but he could only maintain his composure on the surface, but secretly he was running the two true tricks at the same time.