Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 641 Rescue of Tianfeng City 2

"I'm waiting for your master, the Red Horn Saint!"

Ye Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then he slapped Jiao Xiu's crown with one hand, grabbed his Nascent Soul out, and then shot out a flame from his hand, burning his body to ashes.

"Master, please spare me, please spare me!"

"I'm willing to be your puppet!"

Jiao Xiu's Nascent Soul's heartbeat quickened, and he was so scared that he immediately clasped his fists and begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, you are still useful, I won't kill you now!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and his Nascent Soul figure with Jiao Xiu disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Not long after, Ye Feng brought Jiao Xiu's Nascent Soul to a mountain that was neither too high nor too low.

"Okay, can you ask for help from the Red Horn Saint now?"

Ye Feng smiled at Jiao Chi Yuanying.

"The little ones don't dare, the little ones don't dare!"

Jiao Xiu said in panic.

He was worried that if he told Ye Feng, Ye Feng would kill him immediately.

"Just do what I tell you to do!"

Ye Feng's face darkened.

"Yes Yes!"

Jiao Xiu Yuanying agreed readily.

Since you brought this upon yourself, don't blame me. When I, your master, come to you, you will surely die.

He waved his hand, and a red token appeared in his hand, and then he began to transmit the message.

"Master, I've been captured, please... please save me..."

"Master, what do you think of my performance?"

Jiao Xiu Yuanying said flatteringly.

"Yeah! Very good!"

Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction, and a ball of purple flame suddenly rose in his hand, engulfing Jiao Xiu's Nascent Soul.

"Master, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please spare my life, please spare me...ah...!"

Jiao Xiu's Nascent Soul struggled for a moment, and then was burned to ashes, leaving only a few storage treasures floating there. Ye Feng rolled up his sleeves and collected all these storage treasures.

In a hall somewhere on a mountain, the three ancestors, Tianlong Saint Ancestor, Jiaochi Saint Ancestor, and Yaksha Saint Ancestor, were discussing how to divide the Tianfeng tribe and how to attack the Zhenling tribe and the human race.

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi suddenly frowned slightly, and then he heard Jiaoxiu's voice in his ears.

"What happened to friend Jiao Chidao?"

When Ancestor Yaksha saw that Ancestor Jiaochi had an unhappy expression on his face, he asked.

"Nothing! It's just that my stupid apprentice was captured again!"

"My two fellow Taoists, I'm sorry, I have to go there myself!"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi stood up, clasped his fists, signaled to the two of them, and walked out of the hall.

"Who is so bold as to capture Jiao Chidaoyou's disciple? I, Yaksha, will never let him off!"

"Friend Jiao Chi, I will go with you!"

The Yaksha Saint Ancestor stood up and said indignantly.

"I will also go with you two to prevent any changes in Tianfeng City!"

The Holy Ancestor Tianlong stood up and said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you two!"

......

At this moment, Ye Feng was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, waiting patiently for the arrival of the Holy Ancestor Jiaochi.

About a cup of tea later, three figures flashed and appeared in the sky.

Ye Feng looked up and recognized the people at a glance. The middle-aged cultivator in the green robe was the Saint Ancestor Tianlong, the old man in the red robe was the Saint Ancestor Jiaochi, and the old man in the black robe was the Old Ancestor Yaksha.

"finally come!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, and his figure flashed into the sky.

"Who are you? Where are my disciples?"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi looked at Ye Feng, and then scanned Ye Feng with his spiritual sense. He asked himself if he knew the young man in front of him.

"Your disciple?"

“It’s turned to ashes!”

Ye Feng threw Jiao Xiu's token to the Holy Ancestor Jiao Chi.

"You...you actually killed my beloved disciple!"

When Saint Ancestor Jiaochi saw the token in his hand, he became furious and wanted to kill.

"Do you remember me?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly and changed into Han Li's appearance.

"It's you, Han?"

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance, Jiao Chi Shengzu was slightly stunned, and then said fiercely,

"If I hadn't overestimated back then, my disciple wouldn't be dead today!"

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Friend Jiao Chi, please be patient and let me avenge my nephew!"

"This must be the Yaksha Ancestor!"

"In that case, I'll give you a ride first!"

When he saw the old man in black robe, Ye Feng thought about revenge for Old Xu.

"Boy, you are so arrogant. Take my blow first!"

Seeing that Ye Feng only had the power of the late stage of fusion, the Yaksha ancestor took a step forward, swung out with one hand, and a huge black palm print smashed over.

A black light suddenly flew out from Ye Feng's hand and passed through the black palm print.

"ah...?"

The eyes of the Yaksha Patriarch shrank slightly, and he took several steps back in fear. Without time to think, he activated his magic formula, and a black shield with flashing runes appeared.

The black shield flashed with light and quickly grew larger, blocking in front of him.

Crack! The black shield was shattered by the blow, and the old Yaksha was blown away. With a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You...how can you be so strong? You are not a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, you are a cultivator in the Mahayana Stage!"

The Yaksha Patriarch shouted with an ugly expression.

"Fellow Daoist Yasha, are you okay?"

The Holy Ancestor Tianlong flashed in front of the Old Ancestor Yaksha and comforted him.

"I never thought that in just a hundred years, you have entered the Mahayana stage from the late stage of fusion!"

"But it's a pity that even if you enter the Mahayana stage, you will only have the magic power of the Mahayana stage for two or three hundred years!"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi seemed to see through Ye Feng and smiled coldly.

He waved his hand gently, and a huge red palm appeared in the sky.

"I won't hold back today!"

Whoosh! The huge red palm slapped towards Ye Feng fiercely.

"I won't hold back either!"

"I remember that slap clearly!"

As he spoke, a huge blue figure emerged behind Ye Feng, and a large blue hand flew out from that blue figure.

Two big hands clapped together, making an earth-shaking sound.

The black hand was slapped away, and the blue hand slapped towards the Holy Ancestor Jiaochi.

"It's up to you!"

As Saint Ancestor Jiaochi activated his magic spell, the magic power of 30,000 years of Mahayana period rushed into the sky. His body also grew rapidly and transformed into a red giant with two horns on his head and bulging muscles all over his body.

The red giant swung his fist and punched the blue hand.

The blue hand collided with the red giant's fist. There was a loud bang. The giant's body trembled slightly and was actually blown away.

"Impossible, impossible, I have the magical power of 30,000 years in the Mahayana stage!"

The red giant shouted in disbelief.

"This...! This old fellow Chi Jiao was actually knocked away. Could it be that he has the magical power of five years of Mahayana?"

The Holy Ancestor Tianlong, who was far away, saw this scene and muttered softly.

"That's impossible! Who is this person? How can such a person exist in our Tenman Realm?"

When the Yaksha ancestor saw this scene, he took a breath of cold air. If this slap were to hit him, he would surely die.

"Fellow Daoist, what happened before was all a misunderstanding. I am willing to make up for it with treasures!"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi knew that Ye Feng was powerful, so he spoke hurriedly.

"Humph, you and Yasha must die today!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly.