Within two breaths, the spiritual energy barrier will shatter and turn to dust.
Yang Feng's body was mercilessly sliced, leaving trails of trembling blood that sprayed out.
His handsome, fair face was instantly covered with bloody scars.
His chest and back were both scarred with deep cuts.
At this moment, Yang Feng felt as if he were being torn to pieces. If it weren't for the Chaos Pearl in his mind constantly giving him energy, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on by now.
"ah!"
Yang Feng let out an extremely frightening scream. His entire body was covered in cuts and gruesome wounds, making it impossible to look at him directly.
He was covered in blood!
However, the space storm continues its frenzied destruction.
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes, the blood obscuring his vision. With a thought, he immediately opened the system shop.
We must find a solution here, otherwise he will definitely die here today, his body may be cut into pieces, and even a great immortal will not be able to save him!
He quickly identified the protective gear that would protect against the Storm Blade!
However, it was an evil artifact, a protective gear forged using the lives of most of the people on a certain continent in the cultivation world.
Yang Feng didn't hesitate, since it was from the system shop, and he spent all his scrolls to buy the protective gear.
【Crimson Robe】A protective garment crafted by most of the living beings of the Wukun Continent. It possesses extremely dense malevolent energy and resentment. Wearing it will cause one to lose the will to cultivate immortality and thus step into the demonic path. It is specifically designed to resist the strangulation of storm blades and sword weapons, but cannot withstand other types of damage.
Yang Feng's body had already been cut off, and now he was wearing this red robe, which made his demonic nature even more intense.
The reason this protective gear is so cheap is mainly because it makes people lose their desire to cultivate immortality. Otherwise, if it could withstand attacks like the Storm Blade, it would definitely be coveted by many people.
Unexpectedly, the system eventually collected this item.
Yang Feng immediately felt relaxed and rushed towards a distant point of light.
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China, Dragon Group!
"According to ancient records, there was once a teleportation array leading to the martial arts world at the bottom of West Lake, but it could not be found at all. I guess Yang Feng's disappearance at the bottom of the lake was very likely because he discovered this teleportation portal."
The speaker was a wise old man, none other than Old Wang, who had been watching the battle earlier.
"The martial arts world? He will definitely go there someday. I didn't expect it to be in this way. I wonder how Su Nan is doing there."
Long Zhentian shook his head slightly, recalling that when they were on Mount Everest, the King of Soldiers Su Nan had also gone there with the disciples of the martial arts world.
With his strength at the first level of the Heavenly Realm, he should be able to handle things in the martial arts world.
In the martial arts world, atop the Holy Temple, lies a secluded paradise.
There are six elderly men here, their breathing very steady, and they look very kind.
until.....
Suddenly, an old man opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy pupils. He made a calculation with his hands, looked up at the sky, and said:
"A demonic star? It has descended... It's time for us to be born too."
"What's meant to happen will happen eventually. Perhaps we can use the Demon Star to break the shackles that bind us to the Western Continent."
An old man also opened his eyes and said softly.
"Hey... it's not that easy. This person is a demon star, rebellious by nature. I'm afraid even if all six of us attack together, we might not be able to suppress him!"
.........
Under the bright sun, spiritual energy wafted through the air.
The air here is a thousand times better than in the secular world.
This is the world of martial arts!
On a desolate wilderness, a procession of carriages and horses was taking place. In front of them was a middle-aged man dressed in black armor, holding a long halberd, with a resolute face and sharp eyes.
Following behind were ten martial arts practitioners, also wearing armor, whose strength was only at the Earth Rank.
These people were naturally bodyguards hired by the owner of the carriage.
As the saying goes, money makes the world go round.
"Sister, we're less than three hours away from Baidi City. You must hold on." Inside the carriage, a boy of about fifteen years old looked at the pretty girl in front of him with a worried expression.
Blood was flowing from her abdomen; it was a wound inflicted by sword energy.
"It's alright, I can handle it, it's just a sword wound."
The girl's face was deathly pale, and her delicate, arched eyebrows were heartbreaking.
Just then, a sudden change occurred!
Above the sky, thunder rumbled, and a hideous scar suddenly appeared in the void.
Immediately afterwards, a scarlet figure descended from the sky, its entire body exuding an aura of darkness.
He paused briefly in mid-air, his eyes darkening. His dantian was already empty, and an intense pain shot through his entire body.