Chapter 2434: Coming out of seclusion

The force of the spear continued unabated, stabbing across the demon pavilion. Situ Reading

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The Ten Thousand Demons Heaven Refining Formation was triggered instantly, but the Ten Thousand Demons Heaven Refining Formation destroyed by the high priest only blocked it for a moment, and then dissipated directly, and the spear penetrated the demon pavilion with devastating effect.

"Boom!"

The world-destroying spear burst out with overwhelming demonic energy, and the terrifying pressure seemed to collapse the void. A doomsday-like scene appeared in front of Ye Feng and the other geniuses. The overwhelming demonic power made them despair.

"Oops!"

When Kong Likong saw this scene, his heart sank slightly.

Mo Wutian took action, and now it was too late even if he took Ye Feng to find the high priest.

"Is it possible that our Demon Pavilion is really going to be destroyed today?"

Kong Likong clenched his fists, but then released them. Facing Mo Wutian, who was at the eighth level of the divine realm, he felt powerless.

"Shen Feng, I will take you away now."

Kong Likong looked at Ye Feng fiercely, his face was as heavy as water and his voice was hoarse.

"good."

Ye Feng also realized that the situation was critical and it was too late to save the high priest. He would not persist in vain.

Just when Kong Likong reached out to Ye Feng to take him out of the Demon Pavilion, Mo Wutian had already rushed into the Demon Pavilion.

Unrivaled violent demonic power filled the Demon Pavilion, Mo Wutian's murderous intent boiled, and his eyes scanned every part of the Demon Pavilion like lightning.

"Where is the murderer of my child? Get out!"

"It's over..."

There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of Kong Huikong's mouth.

The moment Mo Wutian entered the Demon Pavilion, he knew that something was wrong. He could not leave with Ye Feng under Mo Wutian's eyes. The other party would definitely notice.

"cough……"

Jin Zhenhai coughed weakly, and he and Eleven God Shou slumped in the big hole pierced by the spear. They were both covered in blood and couldn't muster any strength.

Today, I am afraid that it is really the time when the Demon Pavilion is destroyed. Jin Zhenhai subconsciously looked at the group of geniuses, and he saw Kong Liakong and Ye Feng.

"Idiot, why haven't you left yet?"

Jin Zhenhai was extremely disappointed.

He valued Ye Feng extremely, so he wanted to preserve Ye Feng, but now he had no chance, and Mo Wutian could not let him leave.

Sure enough, after Mo Wutian glanced around, his eyes locked on Kong Rikong among the geniuses.

The only divine realm among a group of holy realms stands out like a flock of chickens, and it is difficult not to attract attention.

Later, Mo Wutian found Ye Feng next to Kong Liakong, his eyes narrowed, and murderous intent broke out. He saw the resentment belonging to Mo Pingtian from Ye Feng.

"It's you!"

Mo Wutian smiled ferociously, and at this moment, Mo Qingwu rushed into the Demon Pavilion with dozens of god-level demon soul clansmen.

Behind them, the huge aerial chariot of the Demon Soul Clan crashed into the wall of the Demon Pavilion, and the overwhelming Demon Soul Clan swept in like locusts.

When all the geniuses saw this scene, they all looked desperate. The Demon Soul Clan was almost attacking as a whole clan, making their hands and feet cold and their fighting spirit completely gone.

"Come here!"

Mo Wutian aimed at Ye Feng and held his palm. Thousands of demonic energy gathered in his palm, and a deep vortex emerged like a black hole, trying to suck Ye Feng in.

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about hurting him!"

Kong Likong's heart sank, and a purple-green long sword appeared in his hand. The long sword thrust out, and the mighty sword beam swept through, trying to cut through the vortex in Mo Wutian's palm.

"court death!"

Mo Wutian hated Ye Feng so much that he dared to stop him when he saw Kong Likong. A chill flashed in his eyes, and two rays of magic light suddenly shot out.

The magic light penetrated the void and arrived in an instant. Kong Liakong didn't even have time to react before the magic light penetrated his body.

"Pfft!"

Kong Likong flew out of the air, with two huge bloody holes on his chest, which were terrifying. He hit the wall, and his breath was like a gossamer. If he hadn't avoided the vital point at the critical moment, he would have died at this moment.

The eighth level of the divine realm is terrifying, but against a third level divine realm like Kong Likong, it is simply easy to destroy.

All the powerful gods in the demon pavilion were injured by Mo Wutian and had no strength to fight anymore. Only a group of saints were left, and they were unable to resist the demon soul clan.

The situation was desperate. Ye Feng frowned deeply. He realized that he was in a huge crisis and that he was almost dead.

"I want you to die!"

Mo Wutian looked at Ye Feng again. This time he was not going to catch Ye Feng. Instead, he disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, Mo Wutian appeared in front of Ye Feng out of thin air. His speed was too fast and he did not give any chance to react.

"It's over..."

Looking at Mo Wutian's abyss-like eyes with killing intent, and feeling his vast and terrifying power, Ye Feng's body stiffened. Under his pressure, even moving his fingers became a luxury.

Just as he was about to be pinched by Mo Wutian, Ye Feng was sweating like a waterfall on his back, and a roar suddenly sounded out.

"The shameless demons dare to come here and act recklessly!"

As the roar sounded, the terrifying pressure swept across, covering the Demon Pavilion and sweeping across thousands of miles.

A streak of demonic energy, like the light of heavenly punishment, suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wutian.

Mo Wutian's pupils shrank, and he had no time to deal with Ye Feng. He quickly retracted his palm and slapped it with his palm.

"boom!"

Mo Wutian's body was shaken violently, and he flew backwards. His palm had been pierced, and a large amount of demon blood flowed out of the bloody hole.

The demon blood dripped down and was still in the air. Before it hit the ground, it turned into demon heads with ferocious looks, with red eyes and violent killing intent.

This is the power of the divine realm. A drop of blood contains majestic vitality. Mo Wutian is at the eighth level of the divine realm, and a drop of his blood possesses great power.

"High Priest..."

Mo Wutian stabilized his figure, but his eyes were fixed on the position behind Ye Feng. He felt an aura that made him extremely afraid.

After saving a life from a desperate situation, Ye Feng's stiff body recovered, and his face suddenly turned pale. He gasped for air, followed Mo Wutian's gaze, and turned around to look.

Wearing a navy blue robe, with long flowing hair flowing behind him, the high priest stepped on the void and walked slowly and unhurriedly, like a banished immortal. He was extraordinary and holy. He attracted all the attention as soon as he appeared.

"The high priest, the high priest!"

"The high priest is out of seclusion, these demon souls are finished!"

"Hahaha, the devil bastards dare to go to my demon pavilion and act recklessly. They are seeking death!"

The appearance of the high priest swept away the despair of all the geniuses, and they were extremely excited and shouted excitedly.

Kong Likong was relieved when he saw the high priest taking action to save Ye Feng. He was completely relieved and devoted himself to dealing with the injuries caused by Mo Wutian.

When Jin Zhenhai and Eleven God Shou saw the appearance of the high priest, their eyes were suspicious, but they also gained confidence and stood up from the pit with difficulty.

At this time, the high priest, who had forced Mo Wutian back with one move, had already walked from the top of the heads of the geniuses to the front of them and faced Mo Wutian directly.

"Mo Wutian, you are so arrogant that you dare to take action against the Demon Pavilion. Do you want the Demon Soul Clan to be destroyed?"

The high priest looked at Mo Wutian coldly, his tone was calm, but his words were extremely domineering, not giving Mo Wutian any face.

Looking at the high priest, Mo Wutian narrowed his eyes. The intelligence said that the high priest had gone crazy, was in a critical situation, and might even die.

But right now, the high priest didn't seem to be possessed at all, and the aura he unleashed made him even more afraid.

"If you, a member of the demon tribe, killed my son, why don't you come to the demon pavilion to demand an explanation? Isn't it... okay?"