Chapter 5863 Crush

Ling Yunxiao swung the golden thunder soldier in his hand, and the golden thunder split into thousands. The great way of wind and the great way of thunder merged into one and intertwined. The strong wind blew the void, and the thunder turned into a phantom of a saint.

This is the true method used by a powerful saint.

Visualize your true self, use great power to condense the virtual image of a saint, move closer to the power of Tao itself, and master a more noble power of the Tao.

When the shadow of the saint appeared, Ling Yunxiao truly used his full strength.

Fine cracks appeared all over Ling Yunxiao's body. The leaping golden arc contained explosive power. Facing Zhang Yifeng, Ling Yunxiao's eyes were even more fierce: "You are very good. You are the first person who can force me to this point in the Venerable Realm."

As he spoke, the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldier turned, and as the golden thunder attached to the soldier was retracted, its true appearance emerged.

It was a trident.

Above the three sharp edges, the crackling lightning net wrapped in the power of the Saint Realm pointed at Zhang Yifeng: "But everything ends here."

The shadow of the saint emerged, and the Taoist soldiers revealed their true forms. Such pressure even caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth. The golden lightning sprang up for thousands of miles and covered the sky above the entire Demon-Slaying Sect.

"Feng Yi is in trouble now!"

"I don't think so. The method Feng Yi used just now can even be compared with the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm! This kid's strength is far beyond what you and I think."

Lian Tian Xian Sheng shook his head and said so.

These words made the saints around them nod secretly.

"It's still uncertain who will win."

Before his eyes, in the midst of the battle, Zhang Yifeng stood in the air, motionless, the blade of the Sixteen Holy Swords in his hand split into two halves, and as it opened and closed, the infinite greed unique to the hungry ghost realm surged.

Ling Yunxiao swung the trident, and a mighty golden thunder smashed down fiercely. With this blow, the wind and clouds changed drastically, and a violent thunderstorm pulled the golden thunder towards Zhang Yifeng like a swimming dragon.

"Boom boom boom!"

The loud sound of the exploding golden thunder drowned out all other sounds in the world, and it was like the roar of countless war drums beating together as the golden thunder dragon smashed towards Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the realm of immortals and demons suddenly descended. The demonic nature was suppressed by Zhang Yifeng, and the immortal energy spread for thousands of miles, and for a moment it was able to compete with the sea of ​​golden light and thunder.

The brilliant immortal energy formed a barrier to isolate this place. Before the golden thunder dragon hit, the dazzling aftermath of the light spread out in all directions. This aftermath alone made the saints retreat again and again.

“Is this still a fight between Immortal Lords?!”

"Even if two Saints fight each other, it is impossible to cause such power!"

"One is a genius from the demon clan and the other is a person of supreme luck from our human race. This battle is unprecedented in history!"

The saints sighed repeatedly, watching the fight between the two light screens in front of them, marveling in amazement.

Zhang Yifeng slashed the Sixteen Saints in his hand, and it was as if the door to the underworld opened wide, and rolling ghost energy rushed out from it, condensing into a hungry ghost again. The phantoms of the three ghost emperors descended, and the interweaving of immortal energy and ghost energy seemed extremely weird.

"This way is mutually exclusive, yet you still dare to use it like this, you are courting death!"

Ling Yunxiao sneered, and the trident rose from the bottom to the top. The golden thunder shattered and decomposed, turning into countless chains. In an instant, a tyrannical and overbearing force of sealing and confinement suddenly arose in the sky, and thousands of thunder chains smashed towards Zhang Yifeng. Every time a chain fell, a large area of ​​space turned into a sea of ​​golden thunder, annihilating countless hungry ghosts.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng smiled and said, "Really?"

The immortal energy was added to the virtual images of the three ghost emperors. In an instant, strange images emerged. Wisps of misty silk were draped over the three ghost emperors. In a trance, the hungry ghosts actually had a layer of divinity around them.

Very weird and strange.

As the fairyland was blessed on the bodies of the Ghost Emperors, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the three Ghost Emperors changed the appearance of the fairyland to guard the three directions. Waves of ghostly divinity mixed with the looming demonic nature, and three great forces descended.

"The Three Corpses and Six Ancient Formation, start!"

With a slap of the Swallowing Void Bag, the remains of three great demons flew out and landed behind the three Ghost Emperors. The devouring power unique to the void became extremely powerful with the blessing of the hungry ghost power.

In just one encounter, the virtual image of the saint condensed behind Ling Yunxiao was shattered by the pulling force of six paths, and the golden thunder exploded, turning into points of light that filled the sky.

The golden thunder chains were also broken. The many methods used by Ling Yunxiao seemed insignificant in front of Zhang Yifeng.

"puff!"

Ling Yunxiao spat out a mouthful of blood, the saint's virtual image collapsed, and the backlash he suffered was severe.

In the distance, Qing Yurou saw the situation and was shocked.

She knew that Zhang Yifeng's statement that he had not used even 50% of his strength was not just boasting.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was unable to use the demonic energy in his body and could only use his divinity. Many of his trump cards were even more unusable. Not to mention 50% of his strength, in Qing Yurou's opinion, 30% of his strength was too much.

But for Zhang Yifeng, only 30% of his strength was enough to crush Ling Yunxiao, who was comparable to the great perfection of the holy realm.

"But he is already so terrifying at the Venerable level. If he reaches the Saint level..."

Zhang Yifeng controls the forbidden furnace and the Hundred Aspects of Dao Power. He has mastered such means in the Venerable Realm. What will happen if he reaches the Saint Realm?

What should I do when I reach the emperor realm?

Thinking of this, Qing Yurou felt terrified.

In the battle, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the Three Corpses and Six Old Formations began to buzz again. Six devouring intentions swept over. Ling Yunxiao's face was grim and he smiled grimly: "Open it for me!"

With a roar, nine golden thunders swirled into the sky. In Ling Yunxiao's hand, the golden thunder soldier turned into a token and flew into the dome.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It was as if a thunder sounded from the void. For a moment, lightning flashed across Ling Yunxiao's body, isolating the devouring intention of the three corpses and six old things, and lifting Ling Yunxiao's body slowly upwards.

"This is God's punishment. How can you accept it?!"

A bloody smell filled the sky, and the saints were shocked. Ling Yunxiao actually burned all the demonic energy in his body for this battle.

"Burning the Origin, it seems that Ling Yunxiao has really been pushed to the extreme by Zhang Yifeng."

Lotus Heavenly Saint murmured, looking at Zhang Yifeng who had a calm and composed expression. Not only her, but all the saints were curious about what cards Zhang Yifeng had that he hadn't used yet.

"Divine punishment? Hahaha!"

Zhang Yifeng looked up at the sky, holding the divine thunder token, and Ling Yunxiao, who was controlling the nine-peak golden thunder.

No cultivator who has reached the great perfection of the holy realm can withstand that kind of power.

"Laughing? You're still so arrogant even when death is imminent!"

"Oh, I am laughing at you, you are so ignorant and stupid, but you have forgotten who is the real master of this peak?"

A purple light flowed in Zhang Yifeng's hand, and he tightly grasped the order of the master of Jiuhua Immortal Peak. With a wave of his hand, all the golden thunder in the sky dissipated, the wind calmed, the clouds cleared, and all things were at peace.