Chapter 2448: Calculation

"call……"

The ninth level of the Holy Realm is the most terrifying existence Ye Feng has ever faced. If he is not careful, he will die. Situ Reading 520 official website

Mo Pingxian brought endless pressure to Ye Feng. Fighting with him, Ye Feng was like walking on a tightrope, his body and mind were hanging. At this moment, Mo Pingxian didn't even have any scum left, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, under the heavy pressure, Ye Feng's improvement was equally huge. He understood the laws of space to a deeper level and fully mastered his own power.

In fact, Ye Feng felt that after the battle between the Demon Pavilion and the Demon Soul Tribe was over, he could try to break through and reach the fourth level of the Holy Realm.

Ye Feng sighed deeply in his heart. He had never noticed that there were stiff figures standing around him, their eyes dull and lifeless, staring at him.

"Um?"

After Ye Feng noticed something, he couldn't help but look around. To his left and right, the two fighting parties had already stopped fighting. What's more, they didn't even notice that the weapons in their hands fell to the ground. They all stared at him in shock.

"Shen Maple..."

Kong Tuoling, who was stabbed in the heart by Mo Pingxian and was seriously injured, leaned over clutching his chest.

He still looked a little dazed, with a bit of disbelief, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you kill Mo Pingxian?"

"yes."

Ye Feng blinked and realized how much shock his move had given them.

"Half step into the divine realm, will I die in your hands like this?"

Kong Tuoling opened his mouth wide and was so surprised that he couldn't breathe. He had just seemed to stop Mo Pingxian, but was hit hard by a sword and almost died.

Half-step into the divine realm, his strength is terrifying, but such a being was actually killed by Ye Feng.

"you……"

Kong Tuoling was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He looked at Ye Feng silently, and suddenly shook his head.

"Forget it, you're a pervert."

"Um?"

Ye Feng looked at Kong Tuoling suspiciously, wondering how to curse.

But at this moment, when both sides of the battle heard what Kong Tuoling said, they nodded in unison and seemed to agree with Kong Tuoling.

"Mo Pingxian is dead, why don't you devils just surrender without mercy?"

At this time, a demon pavilion prodigy suddenly laughed. He looked at the demon soul clan with great joy, his eyes filled with joy.

When the battle began, the two sides fought fiercely, with casualties occurring all the time, and the situation was extremely anxious. The reason was Mo Pingxian, a half-step god.

The geniuses of the Demon Pavilion are all at the seventh or eighth level of the Holy Realm, and the strongest are only at the peak of the eighth level.

This is because the Demon Pavilion is the center of power of the Demon Clan in the Sea of ​​Death. Once the geniuses reach the ninth level of the Holy Realm, they will be sent out to guard the territories of various parties. At the same time, they will be given training to prepare for breaking through to the Divine Realm.

Therefore, when the Demon Soul Clan attacks, even though there are many geniuses in the Demon Pavilion and the number of Saints is nearly 30% more than that of the Demon Soul Clan, they are still not happy because their peak combat power is not as good as theirs.

At present, Mo Pingxian was killed by Ye Feng, the Demon Soul clan was leaderless, and the number of Holy Realms was far inferior to that of Demon Pavilion, so it was impossible to win.

"laugh!"

A genius suddenly took action and pierced the Demon Soul Tribe general's chest with his spear, instantly smashing his internal organs to pieces.

"Run away, run away!"

"The second young master is dead, we can no longer fight!"

"Exit the Demon Pavilion, retreat quickly!"

Roars came one after another, and the generals of the Demon Soul Tribe led their soldiers to fight and retreat. They were not greedy for life and afraid of death, but they knew that continuing to fight would only increase casualties.

A battle with unequal combat power will only be a one-sided massacre.

Rather than leading the tribe to death, it is better to wait for the gods to decide the outcome.

In this world, strength determines everything, especially when two major forces are fighting. The winner never lies at the bottom, but at the top.

No matter how many holy realms there are, just one divine realm can easily suppress them. As long as Mo Pingtian defeats the high priest, the demon pavilion is destined to be destroyed, and there is no other possibility.

The Demon Soul Tribe soldiers in the Demon Pavilion were defeated and fled. A group of geniuses chased them, while Ye Feng raised his eyes to the sky.

The moment Ye Feng killed Mo Pingxian, Mo Wutian had already noticed that even though he was in constant danger under the attack of the high priest, the death of his close relatives still made him shaken and unable to control himself.

"Shen Maple!"

Mo Wutian stared at Ye Feng, his pupils seemed to pop out, wishing that he had to worry about life and death and risked his life to kill Ye Feng.

Mo Pingxian attacked and killed Ye Feng, firstly because he wanted to avenge his third brother, but also because he was following Mo Wutian's will. Now that Mo Pingxian died at the hands of Ye Feng, Mo Wutian felt guilty and felt that he had killed his second son.

"hehe."

At this moment, the high priest also noticed that Ye Feng had killed Mo Pingxian. He couldn't help but smile and said in a funny voice, "Do you know who helped me eliminate the demons in my heart?"

"boom!"

Mo Wutian withdrew his gaze, hastily blocked a magical power, flew back, and looked at the high priest.

"who is it!"

Mo Wutian had a bad feeling in his heart, but he couldn't help but look at the high priest and asked back, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"It's Shen Maple."

The high priest smiled lightly.

Mo Wutian's face froze, and his consciousness was in a trance. He had three sons, and two of them had died at the hands of Ye Feng.

Mo Wutian expected that the high priest had gone crazy and was unable to fight anymore, intending to destroy the demon pavilion. Now he also fell short because of Ye Feng. All of this was actually just because of a small holy realm.

Losing concentration for a moment is a fatal flaw in a battle in the divine realm.

The high priest said that Ye Feng's solution to his inner demons was an attack on his heart, which shook Mo Wutian's mind.

"Ku Rong Sword Light!"

The high priest shouted in a low voice, pointed the staff, and a cold light illuminated the nine states. The shocking sword light burst out from the blood crystal, and the law of withering and flourishing was integrated into the sword light. Wherever it passed, everything decayed.

This sword light pointed directly at Mo Wutian's eyebrows, and it attacked him in the moment when he lost consciousness, catching him off guard and making it difficult to resist.

Seeing the sword light of withering and flourishing piercing through, Mo Wutian's black hair at the temples had turned white and turned into ashes. His cheeks tightened, and he shouted in shock and anger: "What are you going to see!"

This sentence without a beginning or an end resounded through the clouds, but suddenly caused a huge wave on the sea. A demon clan strong man surrounded by demonic energy, with thunder patterns on his body and fish fins on his back soared into the sky to block the sword light of withering and flourishing.

At the same time, the sky shook, and a giant palm of the demon god crushed down. On the back of the palm, an old man with his hands behind his back looked down at the high priest proudly.

In the void, a figure also rushed out. It was a middle-aged demon wearing purple-gold armor and holding a mountain-splitting axe, aiming at the high priest and slashing it.

"Hu Qianzhong, today is your death day."

A short demon with shifty eyes and holding two swords suddenly emerged from the shadow beside the high priest and stabbed the high priest in the back of his head.

"Hahaha!"

In the blink of an eye, the high priest was surrounded by the four demons who suddenly appeared. They were all in the eighth level of the God Realm, the same level as Mo Wutian, and their combat power was overwhelming.

The five demons in front of them were the patriarchs of the five major demon clans. The lineup was unprecedented. However, the high priest was not afraid of such a powerful enemy. Instead, he laughed up to the sky, and his laughter was extremely happy.

"Mo Wutian, you are only in the eighth level of the God Realm, but you have been holding on for so long in my hands. Don't you feel strange?"

The high priest said calmly. This sentence made Mo Wutian and the other four demons shrink their pupils.

"I have known for a long time that you five major demons have been plotting against my Demon Pavilion for a long time. I have spared your life until now because I am waiting for you!"