Chapter 1,242 Ye Feng’s Strength

"You have to be careful!"

Yuexi Sword Master knew that he was no match.

The dozen or so sages also understood.

They retreated hundreds of miles, not to hold Ye Feng back.

on the ground.

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster left the domain protection of the Ten Thousand Races Sacred Mountain and stood on the black rock, with part of his eyes always staring at Ye Feng's every move.

His eyes were as cold as a knife.

"Ye Feng, you are dead!"

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monsters laughed ferociously at the same time.

Ye Feng remained silent.

He could tell.

The strange man in front of him who fused fifteen clan chiefs was very powerful. The energy in his body was forty times more than that of the peak saint. He was not far from one-half of the first level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm.

This kind of power is terrifying.

However, Ye Feng is not afraid.

His power level has reached the first level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm, and he has the confidence to defeat the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster.

All heavens and worlds.

Everyone is still watching the battle.

They had no ability to take action, so they could only cheer Ye Feng silently in their hearts, hoping that he could turn the tide.

Within the overlord-level forces such as the Haoran Holy Sect, the Unparalleled Holy Sect, the Holy Spirit Sect, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Sect, and the Yuanwu Divine Kingdom, there are also countless strong men looking at the light curtain in the sky.

"What a strong aura!"

"Is Ye Feng going to create his own era of invincibility? With his current strength, it is completely enough."

"He is indeed the strongest among the younger generation."

"Not to mention the younger generation, even among all the strong men, his current strength ranks among the top."

"This kind of strength is really amazing."

Countless strong men sighed.

They were convinced by Ye Feng.

Piaomiao Sect.

"Master, you must hold on!"

The disciples all clenched their fists.

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

The black rocky surface is slightly desolate.

Ye Feng stood on it, clenching his fists with a very serious expression and not intending to hold back.

After all, the weirdo in front of him is very strong.

"kill!"

The weirdo with nine heads and eighteen arms took the lead in attacking.

He has four legs!

It looks as thick as an elephant's legs, containing majestic strength, but it is also very flexible.

Whoosh!

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster arrived in front of Ye Feng, and the fifteen magical weapons in his hands crashed down at the same time, carrying a terrifying power that could easily crush the world.

"Chaos Fist!"

Ye Feng was not afraid at all, and exerted his power to the maximum. A terrifying chaotic beast appeared behind him, more solid than before, and seemed to become a real creature.

"Roar!"

The loud roar of the beast resounded.

The strong pressure made the movements of the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster slow and unable to hit Ye Feng at all.

Click! Click!

A shadow of a fist swept past.

Fifteen of the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster's arms were all broken, and the weapons fell far away, causing the black rocks on the surface to crack and scattering pieces.

"ah!"

Nine heads screamed in pain at the same time.

They fused the remaining three arms into a sharp claw and stabbed Ye Feng between the eyebrows fiercely.

"snort!"

Ye Feng raised his fist and punched it hard.

Click!

The remaining arm of the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster was also blown apart, and blood spattered, dyeing the black rocks on the surface red, but it quickly turned black again.

From then on, Ye Feng finally understood.

"I see!"

"This is how the Continent of Ten Thousand Races was dyed black."

"There have been countless wars here."

"Countless strong men are bleeding here, dyeing this land black, which represents the countless wars throughout the ages and the cruelty of all races."

Ye Feng exclaimed.

"good!"

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster smiled ferociously, "The blood of countless strong men has been spilled here, and a large part of it belongs to your human race."

"Then you will have to die."

Ye Feng punched again.

boom!

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster raised his feet and stepped hard on Ye Feng's fist, but he was still punched through.

Bang bang bang!

Ye Feng showed no mercy.

He used "Chaos Fist" again and again, in front of hundreds of millions of creatures in countless worlds, blasting the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster into a bloody mist.

"Won!"

"Headmaster Ye's strength has truly reached the level of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. Since then, he has completely consolidated his position as a top powerhouse."

"Is he really going to create an era?"

Strong men from all walks of life clenched their fists.

They were all grateful to the powerful Ye Feng.

All races are the enemies of the Three Thousand Realms.

Ye Feng intercepted the clan leader and even defeated him. He was the true hero of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

There was no joy on Ye Feng's face.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

A weird laughter sounded.

The blasted nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster reorganized and returned to its original appearance. He stretched out his hand to catch the fifteen magical weapons that fell around, and his aura surged again.

When Yuexi Sword Master and others saw this, their expressions suddenly changed.

"Not dead yet?"

"They can't die."

"I mean, although they are immortal, resurrection requires time and process. How come they can be resurrected somewhere other than the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races now?"

A dozen saints nearby were worried.

"Ye Feng, you can't kill us."

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster smiled ferociously.

Ye Feng said indifferently:

"Immortal? No one can truly be immortal. You just accumulated too much essence in your body to be resurrected in a short time. In fact, after I beat you to death several times, you have to roll back into the coffin."

Hear the words.

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster looked stiff.

"Ah!"

"so what?"

"We have the sacred mountain of all races here, and we will never die after all."

They said in unison.

"Then get back in the coffin."

Ye Feng dodged and disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing near the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster.

"Chaos Fist!"

Ye Feng unleashed his fighting power, punch after punch, crushing the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monsters and blasting them into blood mist.

But, the next moment.

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster reorganized and merged fifteen magical weapons into one, turning into a sharp sword and stabbing Ye Feng's chest fiercely.

Clang!

Ye Feng clasped his hands together and clamped the long sword.

The other arms of the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster quickly fell down and hit Ye Feng, but they only caused a heavy shock wave and could not break through the defense at all.

"Such a strong body?"

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster was shocked.

"I am a cultivator in the Hundred Calamity Realm, how can I be afraid of you?"

Ye Feng sneered, released his hands, and let the sword pierce his chest, but only a red mark appeared on his chest.

He was not injured at all!

"how come?"

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster was dumbfounded.

This is their most powerful killing move.

However, even Ye Feng's skin couldn't be pierced.

"Go back to the ancient coffin!"

Ye Feng withstood the attack of the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster and punched the opponent to pieces.

Then, dozens more punches were fired.

The nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster exploded completely, turning into a bloody mist that floated towards the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races, and split into fifteen soul shadows on the way, with a look of shock on his face.

"Don't leave!"

Ye Feng chased after him and punched again.

Although it cannot kill them, it can cause them pain and long lasting memories.

"Ye Feng, you are really crazy!"

The voice of the hunting clan leader sounded again.

He was shocked.

A nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster that was as powerful as the fusion of fifteen clan leaders was still unable to cause harm to Ye Feng. Is this person really that invincible?

Not long after.

The tortured fifteen clan chiefs finally escaped back to the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand clans under the crushing force of Ye Feng, and restored themselves to the appearance of fifteen ancient coffins.

"It's pretty crazy."

"If this person is not removed, we will be uneasy!"

"Don't panic, keep waiting!"

"Next time, we will directly gather thirty clan leaders and use the secret technique of celestial fusion to create a fusion body stronger than the nine-headed and eighteen-armed monster and kill Ye Feng."

"good!"

The patriarchs of all races reached a consensus.