Chapter 961 Huge Harvest

Under Xuan Zhenzi's dominance, Mo Yuanzi had to swallow his anger and left Tianjin City with his scattered remnants. Si Tu Reading

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This battle between the righteous and the evil that lasted for several days ended with both sides suffering losses.

In this battle, all the seven holy places of the righteous path, except for the Wan Jue Sect, were dispatched. Among them, Jiuxuan Palace and Tianyin Mountain were completely annihilated by the Demon Sect, and no one survived. The three sects of Xingxiangguan, Qianniaozhai and Tianjidian also suffered heavy losses, and most of the elite disciples were killed or injured.

Especially Xingxiangguan, there were only six high-level disciples in the virtual realm, and even the eldest disciple Lin Tujue was almost killed.

Only the strength of Benlei Temple was relatively intact. The abbot of Benlei Temple, the elder monk Pudu, successfully destroyed the Xuanyin Sect with the help of Tianlei Yin. This is also the only one among the righteous forces that defeated the branch of the Demon Sect with its own strength.

Even Chidori Zhai regained control of the battle with the help of Ye Feng and narrowly defeated the Soul Yuan Blood Hall.

Similarly, for the eight sects of the Demon Sect, this interception operation was almost all done with the best troops, and they had the best time and location. The result was enough to make the leaders of each branch feel painful for a long time, especially the branches such as the Moon Demon Sect that were almost wiped out. They lost so many elites at once, plus the king-level strongmen who were killed. The loss was enough to cause considerable turmoil within them.

"Finally... it's over!"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, and the big stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

The crisis was resolved, and the life-and-death battles during this period made him feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

In this battle of Tianjin City, although Ye Feng fell into life-and-death crises many times, he was able to survive or escape from death every time and laughed to the end.

Correspondingly, Ye Feng gained considerable benefits in the battle.

First of all, his cultivation strength has been improved, which has enabled him to reach the fourth level from the third level before entering the Forbidden City. In just three or four days, his cultivation has improved so much. Even if he cultivates through time and space in the mysterious round platform, he can't achieve this.

For other warriors, Ye Feng's rapid progress is even more unimaginable.

Not only can he survive against the odds and win in chaos, but he can also improve his cultivation? This... is simply unheard of!

In addition to the improvement in his cultivation realm, the spoils obtained by Ye Feng have also reached an astonishing number.

In this earth-shaking battle, he didn't know how many Demon Sect masters he killed, and every Demon Sect warrior who died under Ye Feng's hands carried more than one storage ring.

Because he hunted other righteous ways in the early stage, those Demon Sect warriors also had fruitful results, but in the end, they all benefited from Ye Feng. As a result, now even Ye Feng himself doesn't know how many storage rings he has obtained.

Moreover, there is a storage ring of Zhou Yuexian, a powerful king-level warrior.

The family background of a king-level warrior must be far beyond that of an ordinary virtual-level warrior, not to mention that Zhou Yuexian is a king-level elder of the Soul-Destroying Palace, a major force of the Demon Sect. Obviously, her family background is immeasurable. However, the battle has just ended, and Ye Feng has no time to count the wealth he has obtained.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowing a large number of pills in his mouth to restore his already very weak body.

After being possessed by the Phantom Dance Enchanter, he experienced a battle at the king-level. Even though Ye Feng's body had reached the inner-strong level, there was a tendency that he could not bear it. As soon as the possession ended, he felt that every meridian in his body began to ache and swell.

"Huh? What is this?"

Just as Ye Feng looked inside his body to adjust his state, he was somewhat surprised to find that a black round bead about the size of a longan had gathered inside his dantian at some point. At this time, it was quietly suspended in a corner, emitting a faint breath.

The aura emanating from this black round bead made Ye Feng feel that it was somewhat similar to the one on Chu Haiyu before.

"Could it be the remnant left after Huan Wu Yao Ji devoured Chu Haiyu's martial body?"

Ye Feng's heart was full of doubts. He instinctively wanted to ask Huan Wu Yao Ji, but suddenly he became alert. Huan Wu Yao Ji seemed unwilling to be exposed to a strong man like Xuan Zhenzi, so he could only suppress this doubt temporarily.

After a while, Ye Feng felt that his Yuanli had recovered a little, and the swelling and pain in his meridians had also dissipated. He opened his eyes and stood up, walking towards the Xingxiang Temple.

Xuan Zhenzi, the master of Xingxiang Temple, was a strong man who had reached the level of a semi-saint. Usually, he was like a dragon that could not be seen from head to tail. Such a heroic figure was just right to see up close.

Duan Tianming, Pu Du, Ning Chen and other king-level elders also came forward to pay homage to the master of Xingxiang Temple.

"Thank you, Master Xuan!"

Several people stood in front of Xuan Zhenzi and saluted him respectfully.

On the one hand, it was out of respect for the semi-saints, and on the other hand, they also had to express their gratitude to Xuan Zhenzi for saving their lives.

Qianniaozhai, Benlei Temple, and Tianji Hall all owed a big favor to Xingxiangguan this time.

If Xuan Zhenzi had not arrived in time to resist the huge pressure from the Demon Sect, these King Realm warriors and the group of Void Realm disciples would have been destroyed by the Demon Sect this time.

Thinking of the previous thrilling scene, everyone sighed deeply, escaping from death, as if it was a lifetime ago, and thinking back made them feel scared.

Xuan Zhenzi waved his sleeves and waved his hand indifferently. After a few casual greetings, he looked at Wang Po and the few remaining disciples of Xingxiangguan.

Even though Xuan Zhenzi has always been a generous and unrestrained person, he still showed an unspeakable pain on his face when he saw the miserable state of his disciples.

The warriors who died in the Xingxiang Temple this time were all elites of the Xingxiang Temple. Their talents and strengths were very good even in the entire righteous holy land. However, the loss of more than ten people at once was a heavy blow to the Xingxiang Temple.

As the master of the temple, he naturally couldn't hide the pain in his heart.

"Hmm? Who is this person?"

Xuan Zhenzi sorted out his mood a little and was about to find his daughter to comfort her, but he found that his beloved daughter Xuan Jing's eyes were always on a strange young warrior at the end.

And the soft light in his daughter's eyes was obviously different from the way she looked at other disciples.

As a result, he couldn't help but look at Ye Feng,

There was still a bit of immaturity on his face. He was at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cultivation was... the fourth level of the virtual realm.

Xuan Zhenzi looked at him carefully again with a focused gaze, and his deep pupils shrank slightly, as if he had discovered something surprising.

To be honest, a 16- or 17-year-old Void Realm Level 4 warrior was considered excellent in the holy land-level forces with many geniuses, but it was not enough to make Xuan Zhenzi lose his composure.

He had seen many more evil ones, but after a rough glance, Xuan Zhenzi actually felt a momentum on Ye Feng that was no less than that of a Void Realm Level 9 warrior. After sensing it further, the faint murderous aura emanating from Ye Feng's eyebrows was even more impossible for an ordinary warrior to possess.

This young man was so young, but he had such murderous aura. He must have experienced a lot of killings, and when he looked at him directly, he was not shocked by the supreme pressure that naturally came with his aura. Obviously, there was some other way...

No wonder Xuan Zhenzi was a little surprised.

"Father, that is Ye Feng, a disciple of Wan Jue Sect..." Seeing that his father paid special attention to Ye Feng, Xuan Jing waved to Ye Feng, and then introduced him with a slightly red face.

"Wan Jue Sect Wushuang Peak, Ye Feng. Meet the senior master."

Ye Feng stepped forward, his face showing the respect he should have for his elders, neither humble nor arrogant, bowing and saluting.

Not to mention that Xuan Zhenzi is the master of Xingxiang Temple, a semi-saint, just based on his identity as Xuan Jing's father, Ye Feng's heart is filled with deep respect.

And fortunately Xuan Zhenzi appeared in time, otherwise, Ye Feng could only risk letting Huanwu Yaoji infuse several times the demon power to deal with Mo Teng.

This body might have to be wasted in this forbidden city...