"You!" Ouyang Feng's face turned blue and white for a while, and he felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, and he was trembling with anger.

"Ancestor ......"

The monks of the Mountain Moving Sect were stunned, they didn't expect that the Ancestor of the Transformation God Realm, whom they were so proud of, would have such no status in front of the monks of other Dao Prefectures!

"What are you doing in a daze? You don't think you're qualified to be on an equal footing with us, do you? ”

Another Avatar Elder from the Great Gate Sect spoke, his tone full of disdain.

"The natives of the barren state really don't know the severity, even if they break through the god realm, they are also the lowest inferior people!"

A Tsing Yi sword cultivator who was extremely prestigious in a certain Daozhou sneered bitterly.

"It's just that I don't know the rules at all!"

"Even if the Wasteland Monk breaks through to the gods, he is only the lowest kind, and he really thinks of himself as a character?"

"Old thing, get out of here, don't be ashamed!"

The ridicule came and went, as if he was slapping Ouyang Feng's old face.

This time, not only the Mountain Moving Sect, but also the monks in the Wasteland gritted their teeth, clenched their fists tightly, and glared angrily.

Just because, what the other party humiliated was the entire Wasteland Cultivation Realm!

Ouyang Feng's face was extremely ugly, and he felt very angry in his heart, didn't he deserve to be respected when he was born in a barren state?

Even foreign monks with a lower realm than him dared to point at his nose and mock him!

Is he really out of temper?!

"Fellow Daoists, the old man is a native of Huangzhou, born in Huangzhou and rooted in Huangzhou, the environment here is harsh, but the creatures here are not lowly!"

"After all, the old man is a cultivator of the Transformation God Realm, why do you have to go down obediently and let you step on the top of your heads?"

Ouyang Feng blushed and had a thick neck, arguing with reason.

"Old dog, can't you find death?!"

One by one, the god-transforming monks from the outside world shouted angrily, trying in vain to suppress people with their power and forcibly force Ouyang Feng to admit it.

The huge killing intent swept like a wave, and Ouyang Feng was cold all over his body, and his heart trembled.

"You, you ......"

His hair was numb and his throat was watering.

The god who has broken through after many years of penance has tens of thousands of years to live a free life, so why should there be an accident at this juncture.

Hey, just admit it!

After thinking about it, Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and descended in a gray manner.

"Hahaha, the monk of the Wasteland is really greedy for life and afraid of death! Garbage is garbage! ”

At this scene, the foreign monks laughed, and the disdain in their eyes was even worse.

Ouyang Feng's face was hot and painful, and he felt that he was really good enough to live, but in order to survive, he could only give in.

Suddenly.

Ouyang Feng's heart trembled.

At this time, the Huangzhou monks below were silent, their faces were full of disappointment, and countless pairs of gloomy eyes were inserted into Ouyang Feng's chest like sharp swords.

Especially the monks of the Mountain Moving Sect, seeing their ancestors so sloppy, they felt that the sky had fallen, and they all became depressed.

Ouyang Feng's heart was uncomfortable, as if there were hundreds of millions of ants gnawing on his heart, and a voice kept sounding faintly in his brain, making his breathing gradually heavier.

"No!"

"The old man is the god of the wasteland, and he is the first person in the wasteland! If even the old man thinks that his status is low, then what future does this wasteland have?! Even if the old man avoids his edge this time and steals his life, he will leave behind demons, and life is better than death!! ”

Ouyang Feng's thoughts were clear, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes became extremely firm, and his anger exploded and swept through his body, and his blood was boiling like magma, burning all over his body.

The descending figure suddenly braked!

Immediately, it rose like a meteor!!

Under the gaze of countless astonishment, Ouyang Feng's hair was full of fluttering, his eyes shot two beams of cold light that cracked the sky, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, like a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, passionate and enthusiastic.

"Monk of the Wasteland, why not be afraid of a battle!"

"If anyone is not convinced, stand up for the old man!!"

The majestic voice was full of determination, containing the meaning of seeing death as home, echoing above the vast heavenly vault.

Swish!

The high-pitched sound of swords resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In Ouyang Feng's hand, there was an extra heavy sword with a simple shape, and the sword body was engraved with a continuous mountain pattern, emitting a yellow halo as blazing as a small sun.

At this time, he was holding a heavy sword and pointing forward, the figure of the monk in the sky, how thin and lonely his figure was, but extremely dazzling!

"Ancestor!!"

The disciple of the Mountain Moving Sect had red eyes and roared.

"It has appeared, the strongest magic weapon of the Mountain Moving Sect, the best treasure, Kunshan Sword!" The sect master's face was proud, and he said excitedly.

Kunshan sword, nothing is broken!

It is the Mountain Moving Sect, a well-deserved magic weapon of the town faction!

"Senior ......" The hearts of the Huangzhou monks were shocked, but they didn't expect that there would be a flip in the back, and the originally gloomy eyes brightened again.

"Bold!"

"Arrogance!"

"Old horseman, you are looking for death!!"

Angry shouts came one after another, like a raging storm.

Many foreign monks were very angry, feeling insulted, and had the posture of attacking and killing Ouyang Feng in groups.

In the face of the overwhelming terrifying power, Ouyang Feng's waist pole was unprecedentedly straight.

His eyes sparkled, and there was fearless faith between his eyebrows!

"Let's fight!"

Ouyang Feng went out and shouted.

"Let's go up and kill this old dog!" Someone exasperated.

At this moment, an arrogant voice sounded in the team, "Everyone, slow down! ”

Open-ended.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a purple and gold crown and a dragon robe, sitting proudly on a gorgeous chariot, and there were several terrifying beasts pulling in front of the chariot, exuding a rich blood and breathtaking.

"The king of Zhennan of the Great Zhou Dynasty of Wuzhou, a strong man in the late stage of the transformation of gods."

One monk was jealous.

King Zhennan played with taste: "This old thing is just a wasteland monk, and so many of us deal with him, I'm afraid it will make people laugh when it spreads." ”

"In this way, this king is willing to sacrifice ugliness and suppress him with only one hand."

Hear the words.

Everyone felt that it made sense and chose to stand by coldly.

"Old dog, let you see how big the gap between you and us is!" King Zhennan sneered and raised his hand to reach out like lightning.

Rumble!

The majestic mana turned into a giant hand, and slapped towards Ouyang Feng with might.

"Kill!"

Ouyang Feng drank violently, picked up the Kunshan Sword and slashed out, and the incomparably thick earthy yellow sword shattered the void, and the momentum was surging.

Thundered!

The explosion was earth-shattering.

After the smoke cleared, Ouyang Feng stood tall with a heavy sword in his hand.

At the corners of his mouth, there were traces of blood.

"Actually blocked?" King Zhennan's smile disappeared, his gaze was selective, he disappeared from the chariot, and instantly came to Ouyang Feng, his raised palm was bent, like a dragon's claw.

Ground-level top-level supernatural powers, dragon claws!

Instantly.

The pressure of surging terror hits.

Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and swung out the Kunshan Sword to block it, and the mana in his body was like a torrent rushing, pouring away frantically.

Clang!!!

The sound of gold and iron clashing shook the heavens and the earth.

There was an old man's figure falling down, and he fell to the ground with a bang, his hair was scattered, the blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he stood up with difficulty holding the Kunshan sword, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Hmph, it's rubbish!" King Zhennan pretended to be relaxed, but he was actually very annoyed in his heart.

He relied on his cultivation to be high, and he shot with all his might, but he couldn't kill this person with one blow, which was really a bit embarrassing.

"Come again!" Ouyang Feng shouted.

The opponent's strength is indeed very strong, if it weren't for relying on the best treasure weapon to resist, I was afraid that my body would be crushed just now.

"This old fellow, there's something." The other Transformation God Realm cultivators said secretly.

King Zhennan laughed angrily, and dared to provoke?

Subsequently, he no longer had any reservations, and displayed all kinds of magical powers one by one, killing Ouyang Feng!

Ouyang Feng adjusted his state and continued to fight with the Kunshan Sword in his hand.

The sword light reaches the sky, like a blazing sun.

As the ancestor of the Moving Mountain Sect, he used his swordsmanship to the fullest, and with the help of the power of the magic weapon, he was inseparable from the King of Zhennan.

Soon.

King Zhennan's heart became more and more irritable, and he messed up the rules, and there was an extra scar on his chest, bleeding blood.

King Zhennan was completely annoyed, and impulsively broke his promise, and directly raised his hand to summon the magic weapon, the best treasure, the Hunyuan hammer!

The Hunyuan hammer was like a meteorite smashed out, and the strong wind covered the earth, and many monks staggered, their faces shocked.

Rumble!

The Kunshan sword almost took off his hand,

Ouyang Feng was violently shaken, his body was surging with qi and blood, and he sneered: "What did you say before? What a shame! ”

The king of Zhennan knew that he couldn't hold his face, and his eyes were full of fierce light, and he roared: "Old thing, this king wants you to die!! ”

With that, the momentum of the Mixed Yuan Hammer was violent, sweeping like a storm.

Under the successive resistances, Ouyang Feng finally found it difficult to support, and was smashed by a hammer to spit blood, and his body fell high to the ground, raising dust in the sky.

"If you open your mouth to ask this king, this king can spare your life without blame for the past!"

The king of Zhennan is armed with a giant hammer and is domineering.

He wants to completely destroy Ouyang Feng's dignity and break the backbone of the Wasteland monks!

Ouyang Feng was covered in blood, lying on the ground with a sluggish breath like an old dog, where is there still a little bit of being a god monarch before, that kind of carefree and chic, Top Gun?

But in the eyes of the monk of the barren state, he is a well-deserved first god monarch!

"Senior...... Enough is enough......"

Everyone's eyes were red and they choked.

"Ancestor!!"

The monks of the Mountain Moving Sect were overwhelmed with grief and wept profusely.