Chapter 1,251 After Crying, You Said It’s Okay?

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone looked towards Wanzu Continent.

I saw a figure appearing out of thin air next to Ye Feng, wearing a black outfit and a black gauze hat on his head.

Besides Mo Ying, who else could be there?

Whoosh whoosh!

Figures emerged one after another.

Since those disciples who had gone out for training also rushed back, this time, the number of people behind Ye Feng was even larger, reaching more than 30,000.

"Not even dead?"

Sword Master Yuexi looked around, looking at the familiar disciples such as Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, etc., with a look of surprise on his face.

Not only her, but also powerful people from all walks of life.

"Not even dead?"

"How is this going?"

"Did Ye Feng resurrect them?"

"No wonder Master Ye is so calm. It turns out that he already had a countermeasure. Fortunately, we misunderstood him before. If we can meet, I want to apologize to him!"

Everyone couldn't help but guess this.

At the same time, when they looked at Ye Feng again, their eyes were filled with admiration. They felt that he was a strategizing leader who always acted calmly.

The sacred mountain of all ethnic groups.

"How can it be?"

The coffin boards of the hunting clan leader and other clan leaders could no longer hold their weight, and almost exploded on the spot.

They consumed so much of their origins to create countless tribesmen, trying to wipe out all the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, but who would have thought that all of them would be alive.

Moreover, the aura is still at its peak.

This situation is incredible!

"We suffered a big loss!"

"yes!"

"The life essence I just saved has been completely consumed like this, and my plan to resurrect will be postponed again."

"What to do next?"

"It's served cold!"

The leader of the hunting tribe and others were very depressed.

on the ground.

Ye Feng quietly sat cross-legged here.

"Master, we are back."

Shi Lei stood next to Ye Feng and cupped his hands towards him, his eyes filled with joy.

After a hearty battle, he felt that his experience was richer, his combat skills had also been comprehensively improved, and he couldn't wait to face a new battle.

"Just come back."

Ye Feng smiled slightly and said, "Next, let's start a new battle and enjoy what a real battle experience is! Go all out, no need to hold back."

"yes!"

Shi Lei nodded heavily, waved his sleeves, and led all the disciples from the first to the fifth generation to the sacred mountain of all races in the distance.

"Invincible!"

The disciples shouted slogans as they walked and organized into groups in an orderly manner.

Piaomiao Sect has many combined attack formations.

As long as you are a sect disciple, you can basically practice.

The new disciples, who have only cultivated in the Linghai realm, are currently gathering. Dozens of them form a group, and their auras are connected with each other to form a powerful battle formation.

"Again?"

The leader of the hunting tribe gritted his teeth.

"Kill out, keep fighting out!"

"I don't believe that Ye Feng can resurrect them."

The other clan leaders were all angry.

puff! puff!

Many ancient coffins trembled and threw out droplets of soul blood, falling to the ground and forming clansmen of all races.

Their cultivation level is at the lowest level, which is the Divine Yuan realm.

The highest ones are more than a dozen fourth-turn quasi-sages.

"Kill them all!"

The leader of the hunting clan ordered coldly.

"war!"

Shi Lei and other disciples immediately formed groups to fight against the Wanzu clansmen.

All major worlds.

Everyone looked at the lively Piaomiao Sect disciples, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and gradually stared.

"How is this going?"

"I was still sad just now!"

"That's right. I'm alive after all. Although I'm a little happy, I still feel weird."

Everyone didn't know what to say.

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

The disciples of the Piaomiao Sect once again fought hand to hand with the Wanzu clansmen.

This time.

Huo Yunjie did not use the sword-drawing technique, but held the sword with both hands. His body was covered with a layer of cold and ruthless sword intent, and he could kill all the tribesmen with one sword.

"I want people to know that even if I don't use the sword drawing technique, my fighting power is not weak."

Huo Yunjie said coldly.

Behind him on both sides, Lin Yuyan and Ding Baixue followed closely, filling in Huo Yunjie's wounds or killing weaker members of the Wanzu clan, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.

Their combination is like a sharp knife.

Brutally, he plunged into the depths of the army of all races.

"Your opponent is us!"

The dozen or so fourth-level quasi-sage level tribesmen came over to kill Mo Ying, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others.

"The dragon's blood is boiling!"

Long Tianxing instantly entered the true dragon form, burned his own dragon blood, and turned into a golden dragon.

boom!

He breathed out dragon breath and blocked a fourth-turn quasi-sage.

"The ultimate fast sword!"

Mo Ying also rushed to the center of the battle group and used his sword tens of thousands of times in an instant, forcing the remaining dozen or so Level 4 Quasi-Saints back.

"Formation!"

Shi Lei roared.

All the disciples of Shenyuan Realm and Linghai Realm immediately stood up in an orderly manner, crossed their knees on the ground at the same time, and all hands made secret gestures. All kinds of brilliance rose from their bodies into the sky. The scene was very spectacular.

Buzz!

A huge shield appeared, covering the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, and the fourth-turn digital quasi-sage took action with all his strength, trying to destroy the more than 20,000 disciples who were forming an formation.

"Kill with the Heavenly Sword!"

Shi Lei, who presided over the formation, waved his Ma Liang pen and wrote a sharp-edged word "sword".

Immediately, radiance flowed into the word from the formation below, turning it into a sharp heavenly sword, slashing at the menacing fourth-turn quasi-sages.

Tear it apart!

The arms of several fourth-level quasi-sages were cut off.

They were thrown high into the air and were no match for the big formation.

"Kill with ruthless sword!"

Huo Yunjie took the opportunity to jump up high and came behind a fourth-level quasi-sage with a broken arm, and slashed across it with his long sword.

This fourth-turn quasi-sage was immediately split into two halves.

boom!

He hit the ground hard and died.

"The Dragon King is angry!"

The golden dragon transformed by Long Tianxing leaped high, and his fists turned into brilliant gold. He frantically bombarded the second fourth-turn quasi-sage with a broken arm, successfully blowing it up.

"Super God Fist!"

Qiao Jiaxi also reached high in the sky and punched through the third rank-4 quasi-sage with a broken arm.

Mo Ying also jumped high.

With one slash of the sword, two more injured fourth-level quasi-saints were killed, and their lifeless bodies hit the ground heavily.

"Kill with the Heavenly Sword!"

Shi Lei once again presided over the formation, combining Ma Liangbi's ability to modify reality with the formation, and unleashed another earth-shattering sharp sword light.

The fourth-level digital quasi-sage saw this and immediately dodged.

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

Shi Lei writes again.

on the ground.

Dozens of vines grew wildly, entangling the fourth-level quasi-sages.

Immediately afterwards.

The terrifying sword light slashed past.

Tear it apart!

Several rank four quasi-sages were cut in half, and then Long Tianxing and others killed them all.

"damn it!"

"How come the Piaomiao Sect disciples' combat experience has improved so much, yet they still rely on the power of formations to crush countless members of our tribe? It's simply hateful!"

"what to do?"

"Send out the elite tribesmen from the Holy Realm!"

In the end, the leader of the hunting tribe gave up.

The ancient coffin he was in shook violently, and then a brilliant brilliance suddenly erupted and fell to the ground, forming a tall and thin figure holding a bone spear.

This is a hunting tribe.

However, he has the cultivation level to become a saint.

As soon as this person appeared, the pressure of the Holy Realm immediately swept across the entire place, knocking Shi Lei, Mo Ying and others away, and the formation consisting of tens of thousands of people was also broken.

"He unexpectedly dispatched the Holy Land!"

"This is no longer a battle for the younger generation."

"No matter how powerful the Piaomiao Sect is, how can it possibly have disciples in the Holy Realm? The patriarchs of all clans are dishonest and despicable!"

Practitioners from all walks of life cursed angrily.

"Die!"

The members of the Holy Land of the Hunting Tribe opened their cold eyes, jumped up, and rushed to Mo Ying.

Clang, clang, clang!

In an instant, Mo Ying swung his sword tens of thousands of times, forming an airtight shield of sword energy.

However, the bone spear stabbed.

Mo Ying's sword energy shield was torn apart, and her whole body was penetrated. As the bone spear vibrated violently, her body collapsed into nothingness.

"Senior Sister Mo!"

The crowd roared.

"You all must die!"

The hunting tribesmen in the holy realm smiled ferociously and waved their bone spears. In two rounds, they penetrated and shattered Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing who were joining forces to kill them.

From now on, he would fight to his heart's content as if he were in a deserted place.

No matter Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, or Wang Ping'an, they were no match for him.

After just ten breaths.

The disciples of the Piaomiao Sect were actually killed until only a few hundred were left.