The next moment, several golden rays of light shone around the strange young man.
Dragon pattern!
Dragon Transformation Realm!
Ten golden dragon patterns, shining brightly, coalesced on the pair of black wings, making them appear sacred.
"Human, though you are powerful and exceptionally talented, we demons will never allow the human race to rise, not even with the slightest hope! Therefore, you will perish today!"
The eerie young man had an icy expression, his wings flapping wildly, and with a single gesture, he stirred up the entire world.
The heavens and earth darkened, and immense spiritual power surged in from all directions, whipping up a powerful storm.
"Meteor Strike, Blade of Wind!"
Yang Feng's expression was solemn. He still had to take cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm seriously, because entering the Dragon Transformation Realm was equivalent to entering the Dao through martial arts, except that none of them had developed divine consciousness.
You could say they were semi-cultivators.
"Have you heard of a palm strike that falls from the sky?" Yang Feng smiled calmly, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Stop talking nonsense and die!" The eerie youth raised his hand and slammed it down, bringing with him a violent hurricane and destructive power.
At that very moment, golden Buddhist light shone in Yang Feng's hand, incomparably sacred, without a trace of darkness, and utterly pure.
"call out!"
His body leaped up like a cannonball, soaring straight into the sky.
"Where do you think you're going?" The strange young man thought Yang Feng was going to run away, so he immediately flapped his wings and chased after him at a speed that was even faster than Yang Feng's.
"Buddha's Palm".
Yang Feng made a hand seal, tilted his head down, and suddenly struck out with his palm, which transformed into a huge golden handprint filled with supreme pressure.
"not good!"
Mo Wen below felt a sudden jolt of fear, sensing an extremely bad premonition. He felt an aura from that golden palm that was very suppressive of them, the demons.
Despite the great distance between us, there was still that chilling feeling.
Fear, trembling!
"Boom—!"
The golden handprint unleashed by Yang Feng and the hurricane released by the demon collided violently, unleashing a powerful impact with astonishing force.
The demon's face turned deathly pale as it sensed the opponent's golden handprint continuing its relentless assault.
He was completely powerless to dodge and was blasted down.
"Pfft~~~"
The eerie demon spat out a mouthful of blood, its face turning as white as paper, which was quite frightening. Its strong body had suffered great injuries.
The Demon Clan!
Their physical bodies are usually stronger than their strength, yet they have been severely injured.
It's easy to imagine how terrifying Yang Feng's unique skill is.
"boom!"
The golden handprint was finally imprinted on the grass, forming a huge handprint.
The powerful shockwave blew the demon and Mo Wen away.
"The ruins of the Tribulation Crossing, I'll ask one last time."
Yang Feng slowly descended from the sky, his red robes fluttering like flowing blood or a raging fire. (Urban Super Full-Time System)
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Chapter 677 The Vast Forest
Looking at the red-clad man descending from the sky, all the strange demons were filled with rage. They were a noble demon race, yet they were being threatened by humans.
Especially Mo Wen, who carries the bloodline of the ancient Purple Flame Demon.
"You lowly human ants, how dare you insult me and harm my demonic brethren! Today I will devour your flesh and skin you alive!!"
Mo Wen's black pupils gradually turned into purple pupils, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, while his black wings transformed into purple wings.
Its entire body shone with a dazzling purple light.
Fourteen dragon patterns!
Purple dragon pattern!
This is the mark of an ancient demon transforming into a dragon!
"Hey, you devil, you can change color? You're just like a chameleon."
Yang Feng stood there somewhat blankly, looking at Mo Wen, whose color had changed, with a little curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Mo Wen almost spat out a mouthful of blood. You're the chameleon, your whole family is!
He was furious, his anger was boundless!