Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

C1042 Confluence



C1042 Confluence

2As the news of the appearance of a Heavenly Profound Treasure spread, more and more sect powers began to dispatch people to explore the depths of the Demon God Mountain Range, just like back then when the God Stage Abode had appeared.    

    

Ten years ago, the God Stage Abode had suddenly appeared in the world, and then mysteriously disappeared after a bloody storm. However, this time, the Demon God Mountain Range appeared once again, and it was indeed difficult not to connect the two events together.    

    

After all, ten years of time was too short for Martial Cultivator to the point where they could forget about the pain.    

    

Thousands of Martial Cultivator and many other forces from both sides poured into the Demon God Mountain Range from all directions.    

    

In this way, the Demonic Beast in the mountain range could be said to be both happy and sad. Sadly, many of their kind would die in the hands of the Human Clan Martial Cultivator, and similarly, for some of the stronger high level Demonic Beast, there were groups of delicious takeouts, who continuously brought them to their door …    

    

"..."    

    

"BOOM!"    

    

The long and sharp Moluo Blade drew a tiny crack in the air, and the overbearing blade intent fiercely smashed onto the body of a tiger Demonic Beast.    

    

It was said that the skin and flesh of this powerful Demonic Beast had been rough, but how could it resist against the sharp blade of the Moluo Blade, and cut it in half from the middle?    

    

Ye Feng swiftly dug out the Demonic Core and threw it into his battle pet bag, using it as a snack for the stable Devil Flame Dragonlion.    

    

This was because they had already bypassed the area occupied by the mysterious black phoenix. After entering this place, the Demonic Beast s that attacked their group of people would be endless.    

    

These Demonic Beast were all of high rank.    

    

Demonic Beast s who had the guts to attack dozens of troops, were basically all above the mid to late stage Earth Rank.    

    

Of course, for Demonic Beast with such strength to barge into Ye Feng, they could only blame themselves for bringing misfortune upon themselves.    

    

On the way, Devil Flame Dragonlion s continued to eat snacks non-stop, and their cultivation, which had just advanced to Peak of Earth Rank, was quickly stabilising.    

    

As they continued to advance, they would occasionally bump into teams of Human Clan Martial Cultivator s heading to the Black Mist Cliff. However, the two sides did not get too close, and only revealed a hint of fear towards each other from a distance.    

    

It was better to avoid trouble.    

    

No one could guarantee that the other party would not harm him.    

    

In order to continue concealing his identity, the mask Ye Feng wore earlier became useful once more. The landmark on his back was also tightly covered by a black cloth. Under the channeling of the Hidden Yuan Art, his entire body looked like a little Martial Cultivator with a huge sword sheathe on his back that wouldn't attract too much attention.    

    

"Elder Brother Ye, we have already contacted the other three Jiuxuan Palace teams. They are not far from the Black Mist Cliff, and should be able to reunite at the agreed location before noon tomorrow … "However …"    

    

"The other two squads have not been heard from since the start. I'm afraid they're in for it now …"    

    

As he spoke, Lu Yuan's voice gradually grew deeper and deeper. He lowered his hand into a fist, and a bone deep hatred shot out from his eyes.    

    

Fu Heng's face was also filled with anger and killing intent.    

    

Of the two small teams in Jiugong Pavilion, there were roughly seven or eight direct descendant disciples, and adding the four or five subsidiary sect Martial Cultivator s, there should be a total of at least twenty people present.    

    

There seemed to be only one outcome. That was to encounter the Devil Sect Martial Cultivator, completely annihilated.    

    

If they met a strong Demonic Beast, there would be at least a few who would be able to escape. Only if they were intercepted and killed by a demon genius of the Devil Sect would they be able to leave nothing behind.    

    

Ye Feng could not help but secretly sigh, his expression revealing his feelings.    

    

Perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that he had coincidentally entered the Demon God Mountain Range and caused the experts from the various branches of the Devil Sect who were chasing him to come here, the two squads of Jiuxuan Palace might not have all fallen.    

    

But when he entered the Demon God Mountain Range, not only did he find the long-lost Huo Jing'er, he even helped to save Fu Heng and the others.    

    

That was why he was sighing at the fickleness of fate. With just a peck and a sip, he had planted karma. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew, who would know?    

    

On the second day's noon, after a night of uninterrupted fast travel, Jiuxuan Palace and the rest of the people finally arrived at a secluded, sealed off valley at the foot of Black Mist Cliff.    

    

This was also the agreed meeting point between Lu Yuan and the other small teams.    

    

There were already Jiugong Pavilion disciples waiting inside. Right after they entered the valley, the other two small teams had already arrived.    

    

Ye Feng's eyes flashed under the black mask.    

    

He discovered that many Jiugong Pavilion disciples had a trace of exhaustion or fear on their faces. In the short span of a few days during their trip to the Demon God Mountain Range, these Heaven's Pride Children who were supposed to be in the Ivory Tower had experienced a life and death dangerous journey. There were even two Jiugong Pavilion disciples who had a good relationship with each other, who actually embraced and cried at the same time they saw each other.    

    

However, as for the other two Jiuxuan Palace Squads who had evaporated into the air, the group of Jiuxuan Palace disciples spontaneously remained silent.    

    

Right now, what they had to do was to cheer up and follow the plan they had set up to enter Black Mist Cliff to explore the treasures. They had to act according to the plan so that their losses would be minimized.    

    

When everyone had gathered, the power of Jiugong Pavilion had greatly increased, and there were nearly fifty to sixty elite disciples gathered here. If they could condense into a rope, it should be enough to deal with any kind of danger.    

    

But in other words, if these elites were all captured in one fell swoop, then the Jiuxuan Palace of the Sacred Grounds would truly be like a setting sun, and they would not be able to escape their fate of decline …    

    

"Eh? Who is this person? "    

    

Some of the Jiuxuan Palace Elites swept across Ye Feng's body, and after sensing Ye Feng's cultivation, they immediately looked over with suspicion.    

    

"I don't think I've seen it before?" He quietly went close to another familiar senior and junior brother's ear and asked. Without question, other than Lu Yuan and his group, the other Jiuxuan Palace disciples did not know who Ye Feng was.    

    

"Junior Brother Lu Yuan, who is this? From what I know, aside from Junior Sister Huo Jing'er, our sect did not send any disciples below the Fifth Level of Void Stage into the Demon God Mountain Range … "    

    

"Why did he appear in your team?"    

    

Lu Yuan and Fu Heng were at a loss as to how they should explain this to the other Jiuxuan Palace disciples. Right at this moment, a voice filled with magnetism, yet somewhat unyielding, suddenly sounded.    

    

The two of them immediately became alert. They both raised their heads and bowed towards the figure that walked out of the crowd proudly.    

    

At this time, Ye Feng, who was standing behind Lu Yuan, had also begun to size up this Young Martial Cultivator who clearly had an extraordinary status. A divine light swept out from the corner of his eyes, and a wisp of understanding appeared in his eyes that were covered by Ye Feng's black mask.    

    

From the respectful attitude of the surrounding Martial Cultivator, as well as the calmness on his face, if they did not guess wrongly, this sturdy looking man who was over eight feet tall ought to be one of the most righteous geniuses like Liang Jiuzhou, Long Ao Tian and the others — — Mu Chenxin.    

    

Ye Feng smiled slightly, he never thought that it would be so quick, that he would have to face off against this famous Jiugong Pavilion genius …    

    


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