This is a strange world, from a distance, the illusory clouds curling, the cranes dancing on the branches, the stretching mountains are all under the hazy rain and mist, and above the towering and steep peaks, float this illusory figure in white.

He clasped his hands on his chest, his temperament was leisurely, his eyes were closed, and his whole person was hazy, he couldn't see the face clearly, he couldn't see through his true face, it was like a cloud of mist.

Not far away, Ye Feng's figure gradually transformed, and he saw the white-clothed figure that seemed to be real and illusory from a distance.

"The artistic conception of this trick is really mysterious. Ye Feng muttered, stepped down, and went straight to the white-clothed figure.

It's just that this step seems to be a step, but the distance between him and the figure in white still hasn't changed, looking at it from a distance, the person looks extremely far away, and the distance can't be measured by distance.

"I don't believe it. Ye Feng took a deep breath, ran too weakly, and took nine steps in succession, spanning a distance of thousands of zhang, seeing that he was about to touch the person, but it was still out of reach.

He was not discouraged, he still leaped wildly, and he was too vain to use it to the extreme, and he even used space to move.

However, the distance between him and that person was still far away and untouchable.

"Yes, brother. Ye Feng simply squatted on the ground, panting and looking at the white-clothed figure that seemed to be real and illusory.

He seems to have broken through the subtlety here, this is the artistic conception of the Luo Jue, the man in white is just an image left by the artistic conception, not real, that person is illusory at all, and it is not possible for him to distance himself from a vain person.

Thinking of this, he looked up again.

Unexpectedly, the man in white turned his body slightly, and his face was still covered by clouds and mist, and he couldn't see his true face.

"It's too empty. The man's voice was ethereal, carrying a coercion of heaven and earth that seemed to be nothing.

Hearing this, Ye Feng turned over and jumped up, looking at the man in white with a stunned expression, "This artistic conception image still has sanity, let's talk about it." ”

As he spoke, the man in white had already walked, he walked through the void, his figure was sweeping, as unpredictable as the wind, knowing that Ye Feng was a hundred feet away before he slowly stopped his body, and the ethereal voice came again, "You are the descendant of Taixu,"

Seeing this, Ye Feng hurriedly leaned over and arched his hand, and said, "The younger generation is not too vain descendants, but learned this too vain step by chance." ”

The man in white didn't speak, turned around again, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked up at the ethereal, illusory clothes, swaying slightly, and the illusory long hair was also swinging as if there was nothing.

Ye Feng was stunned, but he didn't step forward, just watched from afar.

There is silence in this artistic conception world.

After a long time, Ye Feng coughed lightly and asked tentatively, "Senior, you are,"

No one answered, and the man in white didn't seem to have heard Ye Feng's words, just looking up at nothingness, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth secretly, "No matter." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and in the pupils that were as deep as the vast starry sky, a little golden starlight slowly bloomed, staring at the man in white, hoping to use the ability to get close to the origin to break through some clues.

Soon, the man in white who was looking up at nothingness suddenly turned his body, and in the face covered by clouds and mist, there were two eyes flickering, which were a pair of vast and infinite eyes, which seemed to encompass the entire Haoyu.

"Dunjia Immortal Technique. The man in white muttered, his tone was mostly puzzled and incomprehensible, with a hint of surprise, "No wonder you can see my artistic conception image." ”

Dunjia Immortal Technique, Ye Feng was a little confused when he heard it, for Dunjia Heavenly Book, it was the first time he heard such a name, but looking at the tone of the man in white, he was sure that this Dunjia Immortal Technique was definitely a supreme secret method.

Hurriedly retracting the ability to approach the origin, Ye Feng touched the tip of his nose and looked at the man in white with some embarrassment, and said with a sneer, "Senior, it's the junior who is reckless." ”

The man in white was silent for a moment, but then turned away, still clasping his hands on his chest, looking up at the ethereal sky, no matter how Ye Feng spoke, he couldn't impress him in the slightest.

"It really angered him," Ye Feng muttered in a low voice, secretly saying that he was reckless, regretting that he shouldn't use secret techniques to spy on that person, which made that person unhappy.

The world of artistic conception is completely silent.

Over time, Ye Feng also began to calm down, slowly stood still, and also learned from the man holding his chest with both hands, raising his head slightly, looking up at the ethereal.

Neither of them spoke, but just stood quietly in the void, looking up at the heavens.

At some point, the man in white moved, he lowered his arms, waved his sleeves, and slowly took a step forward.

Ye Feng did the same, lowered his arms, waved his sleeves slightly, and slowly took a step forward, trying to keep pace with the man in white.

The next scene is like this, whenever the man in white moves, Ye Feng will try his best to imitate, at the beginning, the actions of the two are still before and after, but over time, there are subtle changes between the two, Ye Feng seems to be able to guess the next move of the man in white, he has gradually kept up with the rhythm from the beginning of the imitation, and their movements are surprisingly consistent in the change of time.

This is a strange picture, Ye Feng and the man in white seem to be reflecting each other, each is the shadow of the other.

In the outside world, his physical body had escaped from the small world of magic beads, and he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, still in a state of concentration.

With a light breeze, Yin Tianqi's illusory body floated out, circled around Ye Feng twice, and finally squatted in front of Ye Feng, rubbing his chin with his fingers, and a thief's gaze in his eyes.

"Such a strong body, not bad, not bad. Yin Tianqi's face was meaningful, and the thief's gaze in his eyes was even better, "He is in the world of artistic conception, and he doesn't know what the situation will be like now that he has taken away his body." ”

As he spoke, the thing stood up, rubbed his hands, and with a wicked smile on his face, he stepped down and walked into Ye Feng's body.

Soon, Ye Feng opened his eyes.

Wow, Yin Tianqi's eyes were bright, he looked at Ye Feng's body, and exclaimed with a sigh on his face, "Sure enough, it's a domineering body, how did this kid cultivate." ”

Click, click.

The sound of bones colliding continued one after another, Yin Tianqi twisted his body fiercely in order to adapt to this body in a short period of time, he was still very satisfied with Ye Feng's body, if it completely fit this body, the combat power would definitely increase exponentially.

After a stick of incense, Yin Tianqi stretched his waist fiercely, and jumped out of the small garden with a wolf howl.

In the dark night, this guy went all the way to the north, flying wantonly between heaven and earth, because of the strength of the flesh and the coercion of the breath, so that the monks who met him along the way flashed to the side tacitly.

"Ye Ye Feng. ”

"He's Ye Feng. ”

Along the way, there were all the frightened voices of the monks, Ye Feng's prestige was too strong, his combat power was against the sky, and he was a notoriously ruthless character, even when he saw the power of the Void Underworld, he avoided it, for fear of touching Ye Feng's brows and causing that unwarranted killing disaster.

Wowhaha.

Heaven and earth are full of Yin Tianqi's shouting and laughing, this guy has been sealed in the state of a primordial god for nine hundred years, and at this time he occupies Ye Feng's domineering body, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins, galloping wantonly between heaven and earth, he is unscrupulous, but he scares the sects within a radius of 100,000 miles.

At this time, he was on top of a continuous holy mountain, and his divine sense scanned below unscrupulously, and the fierce momentum burst out without reservation.

"It's slippery, the baby is all handed over. Yin Tianqi shouted, and while talking, he pulled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to fight.

"Deliver, we deliver. In a large hall on the holy mountain, a trembling old man walked out, covered in cold sweat, and only went up to the void with promises, and respectfully presented a storage bag, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Well, Yin Tianqi glanced at the old man, and consciously stuffed the storage bag into his arms, "Old boy, count you as acquaintances." ”

After this thing was said, it disappeared into the void like a golden ray.

After he left, the old man collapsed to the ground with a plop, and in the holy mountain below, whether it was an elder or a disciple, all of them looked pale and terrifying, and their bodies had already been detached, and they only felt that they had been closed by the ghost gate.

"Don't grind, hurry up, hand over the treasure. ”

"Don't make Lao Tzu angry, otherwise you will look good. ”

"Be honest with Lao Tzu, otherwise I will slap you with one palm. ”

Such a voice echoed uncontrollably above the void, and Yin Tianqi, who occupied Ye Feng's body, was really unscrupulous, going all the way north, robbing all the way, and looting more than a dozen major sects overnight.

Many major sects are well-behaved, and none of the forces dares to resist in the slightest, even if there is a powerful Heavenly Sect, they do not dare to make a sound, and respectfully offer the treasure.

"Ye Feng, your name is really good. "In a mountain forest, Yin Tianqi sat on a rock, carrying more than a dozen storage bags, happy to fart, I am afraid that in his heyday nine hundred years ago, he may not have such a bold person who dared to blatantly rob the gate faction.

I don't know what kind of look Ye Feng will look like when he wakes up from the world of artistic conception at this time, the prestige he has worked so hard to build has been ruined overnight by Yin Tianqi's cheating father's goods.

As for him at this time, he was still wandering in the artistic conception of Choluo, and the movements of him and the man in white were already completely compatible, and this mysterious artistic conception also changed with the two of them.

I don't know when, the man in white stopped, correspondingly, Ye Feng stopped in no particular order, at this time, the two stood side by side, raised their heads slightly, looking at the void from afar, both of them were in a state of fitting heaven and earth, their expressions were leisurely, revealing an indescribable majestic aura.

Rumble.

Outside, an earth-shattering roar resounded through the sky, a towering mountain was flattened by a black-clothed young man, and Yin Tianqi was blocked by him on the side of the void.

To say that this black-clothed young man is really talented, he has already cultivated in the Void Underworld at a young age, his black hair is thick, his long hair is flowing like a waterfall, his body is surrounded by sharp divine light, and there is a sea of stars hovering above his head.

Looking at Yin Tianqi again, carrying a hemp bag on his shoulder, he looked at the black-clothed young man opposite, "I said, you have chased Lao Tzu for more than 8,000 miles, and you are not tired." ”

"Let go of my Xuanming Sect Holy Maiden. The young man in black had a cold look in his eyes, staring at the void opposite, his expression was solemn, his blood was rolling, and he was ready for a big battle.

Ahem, ahem.

"I'll just borrow it for a few days. Yin Tianqi coughed lightly twice, manipulating Ye Feng's body to stand in the void leisurely.

On the opposite side, the momentum of the young man in black had climbed to the peak, and the vision of the sea of stars was instantly stretched out, looking up, it was another piece of starry sky under the vast starry sky, carrying incomparably powerful power.

"Why, scare me. Yin Tianqi pursed his lips, and the golden qi and blood suddenly rolled out, this qi and blood were vigorous, like fire burning, shining on the heavens and the earth, and it looked particularly dazzling under the starry sky.

The momentum of the two was opposite, fighting to the death, the terrifying coercion shook the heavens and the earth, and the monks who came to watch the battle withdrew one after another, looking at the battle that was about to begin.

"Is that Hou Tianming," someone muttered in a low voice, his eyes on the black-clothed young man, "The Holy Son of the Xuanming Sect, Tianjiao, who is ranked fourth on the Great Chu Heaven List. ”

"How did he deal with Ye Feng. ”

"I think eighty percent of them met halfway, otherwise who would be stupid enough to fight with Ye Feng. ”

In the midst of the discussion, Hou Tianming and Yin Tianqi in the distance moved in no particular order, Yin Tianqi adhered to Ye Feng's tactics of attacking strong and domineering, and did not use occult arts, but a pair of golden fists to kill.

As for Hou Tianming, how dare he leave his hand in the slightest, the shot is a big move, and the secret technique of the Xuanming Sect was beaten out by him with one palm.

Under the watchful eye, the black palm print and the golden fist collided.

Rumble.

The earth-shattering sensation came, but the result was that the eyeballs were shocked, and the imaginary scene of Hou Tianming being beaten to vomit blood and retreating did not appear, on the contrary, it was Ye Feng and Yin Tianqi who were knocked over by Hou Tianming's palm and went out a hundred feet away.

Belch.

The people watching the battle looked stunned, for this result was really different from what they imagined, who is Ye Feng, his combat power is unparalleled, his combat record, any one of them is a legend, even if he is fighting against Hou Tianming, who is ranked fourth on the heavenly list, but it will not be so simple.

The most stunned person here is Hou Tianming, he can't imagine that the legendary Ye Feng is famous, and his strength is so unbearable.

Hundreds of zhang away, Yin Tianqi got up in embarrassment, his mouth was full of scolding and foul language, for him to be overturned with a palm, maybe it was already within his expectations, because his Yuan Shen and Ye Feng's physical body did not match from beginning to end, and he couldn't even exert half of Ye Feng's combat power.

This thing had a look of resentment, knowing that it was not Hou Tianming's opponent, and turned over like a golden light.

Seeing this, everyone's faces became exciting, even if the combat strength is not good, they can't lose a round and slip away.

"I want to run," Hou Tianming reacted, and chased after him all the way, he was sure that Ye Feng's rumors were worthy of the name, and even a little exaggerated, after really fighting against Ye Feng, he found out that the so-called Great Chu Xuanzong Holy Lord Ye Feng was actually not as terrifying as the legend, and his combat power was really a mess