"What's missing?"

In the secret room, Yan Feng opened his eyes, and on his body, an extremely rich holy power reverberate.

Nine shares in total!

There are eight of them, which are already in an extremely mature stage.

And the last strand is extremely immature, like the seedlings of a big tree, and it will disperse when touched.

That is the power of the Ninth Saint.

At this moment, the severe wind has already successfully urged this ninth saint to move.

Sure enough......

As expected, when this ninth holy power appeared, Yan Feng found that his strength skyrocketed dozens of times in an instant!

But......

He is well aware that this is not the end.

And just a strength dozens of times stronger than the Eighth Saint is not enough to fight the heavens!

It is impossible to match the Lord of the Ink Sea.

The final key to this is the Ninth Sacred ...... No matter how Yan Feng thought about it, it was difficult to completely integrate this ninth holy gift with the power of the eight holy saints.

If you can't fully integrate, you can't move with your heart.

It is impossible to exert the power of the Nine Saints to the extreme.

After all, according to Yan Feng's estimate, if the Nine Saints were fused, their own strength would be a hundred times stronger than the Eighth Saint, and it could not be just a few dozen times.

His eyebrows were tightly locked, and Yan Feng closed his eyes again.

He could feel it too......

The outside world is already roaring at this moment!

There is not much time left for him!

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The place where the Continent of War and the Tian Yuan Continent meet.

On the shore of this strait, Sun Wukong and Ye Yu's divine consciousness are incarnated here, and the two stand side by side.

Behind them were many monks from the Stopping War Continent, all of whom were extremely nervous.

Everyone knows what the two in front of them are going to do next.

"There is only time for a stick of incense. ”

Ye Yu opened his mouth in a condensed voice.

Sun Wukong nodded.

At this moment, the Tian Yuan Continent has almost been occupied by sea monsters, and there is only the last one percent of the land, but despite this, the monks of Tian Yuan still insist.

This last place is their last chance to flee and stop the war.

On Tian Yuan's side, Wu Mu, who was the head of the martial family, frowned tightly at the moment......

From the side of the cessation of the war, there has already been news that in half an hour, there will be a way to stop the war.

"Is there any news from the end of the war?"

At this moment, Wu Mu was about to ask his subordinates almost every once in a while, but there was no news he received.

"Mu'er, the appointed hour has not yet arrived, don't worry. ”

Wu Moran, sitting in a high position in this hall at the moment, the whole person was extremely weak, obviously seriously injured.

This great god of the martial arts family can be regarded as doing his best.

"Yes. ”

Wu Mu saluted towards Wu Mo Ran, and then his brows were still furrowed.

This is only the last percent, and beyond this last percent, there is the sea of ink, and those sea monsters are still attacking.

The speed of the monk's death can only be described as terrifying.

At most, this last ten percent of the land will be lost, and once this last ten percent is lost, all but a few monks will die in this sea of ink.

And at this time, there was a martial arts family who hurriedly ran into the hall.

"Clan, head of the family, signal, signal, signal!"

As soon as he heard this, Wu Mu was immediately overjoyed!

——————

On the other side of the strait, stop the fighting.

"Here we go. ”

Ye Yu's divine consciousness incarnation slowly raised his hand at this moment.

And Sun Wukong also shook his hand, and the Dinghai God Needle appeared in his hand!

They're going to build a bridge!

This difficulty is much more difficult than the bridge to the true spirit that Tao Xuan built before... After all, the strength of the sea monster now is not at all a level compared to that time!

(End of chapter)