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Without waiting for Ning Wufeng's permission, the Sky Sovereign technique was used.

He felt as if time and space had intersected, as if the sky and earth were spinning, as if the world had once again entered the cycle of reincarnation, and he instantly disappeared into the ancient tomb.

Drip, drip. The sound of water dripping could be heard.

"Where is it now?" Ning Wufeng surveyed his surroundings, seeing the familiar frescoes around him, he suddenly understood that this was the tunnel he came from earlier. He touched the mural on the wall, and his hand actually sank into the wall.

Not the real world? Ning Wufeng couldn't help but inwardly marvel. According to legend, there was a major power that was able to create illusions with their powerful spiritual sense, causing people to be infatuated with it. It was difficult to determine whether this was true or false.

A thousand years on a mountain was a thousand years of history.

However, the illusion that Ning Wufeng was in right now should be a test for those without an Empyrean.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! - An ear-piercing sound could be heard as countless silver arrows were shot out from the tunnel.

The Broken Army Spear was held horizontally in his hand. The handle of Ning Wufeng's spear trembled, and with a series of clangs, it received Lin Yanyu's attack. The spirit energy hidden within the arrow beam was so thick that it made his palm numb.

However, would the trial of an Empyrean be so simple?

After that, Ning Wufeng discovered that it was just an appetizer. It was because he saw that the previous deity in the mural had actually crawled out. One, two, three, four, five, six … A total of six Fiendgods.

Fiendgods were five meters tall, had a fierce look on their face, and had horns on their head. His arms were long and full of strength and explosiveness, making him appear exceptionally tall and sturdy. In front of them, Ning Wufeng was like a little baby and a strong man.

"Wow, what kind of joke is this? Why did all these things come out? " Ning Wufeng was stunned for a moment before he shouted loudly. He could feel the powerful aura exuding from the group of devils and gods. Each of them had strength infinitely close to the level of having an Invigorated Meridian Realm cultivation.

Fiendgods, the product of primordial chaos. The Fiendgods of the primordial chaos were on par with the Chief Sovereign of Chaos, Pangu. After the prehistoric era, there were traces of Fiendgods and Fiendgods.

They were the perfect ones in terms of strength and spirit arts. They had bodies comparable to those of demon beasts and intelligence comparable to humans. They came from the Primal Chaos and possessed an incomparable affinity for spirit energy.

However, the grudge between them and the human race had persisted for countless years.

"Human, kill!" The six Fiendgods stood up and roared. Their imposing manner was like a rainbow, shooting towards Ning Wufeng like artillery shells.

Ning Wufeng gripped the broken army rifle tightly and thought to himself, "If I can't defeat these six gods, I'll have to stay here myself."

He immediately moved his body, intimidating his spear light with a burst of bright light. They had passed through the six Fiendgods.

Among the huge gods and devils, Ning Wufeng released his soul consciousness and carefully avoided the attack.

Pure Yang Spear Art – Ascending Sun.

After the Heaven's Secrets Formation had been revised, the Pure Yang Sword Art had been changed to the Pure Yang Spear Art, and a new move had been deduced. He had raised his original Spiritual Art to the Quasi-Earth Stage.

The spear light shook. A blinding light shot out from the spear point, breaking through the joint attack of the two gods. They had surpassed the defenses of the six Fiendgods.

"Fiendgod secret art: Blocking!" The six gods spoke up at the same time. Their auras became one and rushed towards Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng thrust out his spear, and the six Fiendgods formed an invisible barrier, but were unable to pierce through it.

The passageway was narrow to begin with. The six Fiendgods combined their efforts to block the passageway and push it towards Ning Wufeng.

Trying to block me. Ning Wufeng's face turned cold, you guys are still lacking.

Pure Yang Spear Art – Shining Sun Style.

The Broken Armor Spear struck out, blasting out with shockwaves which shot towards the six Fiendgods. His body seemed to float close to the top of the wall, and he then attacked one of the Fiendgods from behind.

The demon god controlled the huge snake in his hand. The huge snake roared and charged towards Ning Wufeng.

"Good timing, see how I'll destroy you!" The corner of Ning Wufeng's mouth lifted as he released the spirit energy from his two spirit veins and poured it into the Broken Armor Spear.

With a loud boom, the large snake exploded, splashing into a lump of flesh and blood. Ning Wufeng took advantage of the situation and swept his spear light across that devil's face.

Peng! Peng! Peng! Three spear thrusts.

Pfft pfft.

The shattered army rifle through the head of that Fiendgod, blasting out a gray sphere of mist. However, the demon was still standing, and once again unleashed a giant snake to attack Ning Wufeng.

At the same time, the other five Fiendgods followed.

Whether it was the attacks from the battle axe, the direction of the blade, or even the sweep while hugging the ancient tree. From top to bottom, it enveloped Ning Wufeng.

"How could this be?" Ning Wufeng had intended to surprise them by killing one of their Fiendgods and breaking their formation. But who would have imagined that even after the Fiendgod's head exploded, he would still be able to attack. It seemed that the world of Fiendgods could no longer be considered in the human way of thought.

Since the Fiendgods aren't dead, how can I defeat them? Ning Wufeng suddenly got anxious. Even if he stood still and allowed the Fiendgods to attack him, he would only be wasting his spiritual energy.

Could it be a heart?

Ning Wufeng's figure shot out, and the Broken Army Spear erupted with a burst of sharp spear light. Behind him were the combined attacks of the five Fiendgods. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward and launched another Shining Solar Strike, aiming at the chest of the Fiendgod.

With a loud boom, Ning Wufeng took the blow from the giant snake. However, his spear's power also poured into the beast's body, instantly shattering its heart.

"What? He's not dead yet?" Neither his head nor his heart had killed any Fiendgods. Ning Wufeng became even more anxious, his body was still aching from the pain. He had just been lashed by the giant snake.

That's not right.

Ning Wufeng's spiritual sense was sharp to the point that he discovered that after the recovery of the severely wounded devil god, his aura was clearly much weaker than before.

There was a way.

Ning Wufeng was instantly overjoyed. It seemed that once he killed the gods and devils, their strength would drop by a level.

His body moved, and the Pure Yang Spear Technique – Mizar Style. He had used it. This' Mizar Style 'was a spear art deduced from the formation of the Heavenly Secrets. It was incomparably powerful.

Spirit energy surged in, the spear thrust out like a dragon. The tip of the spear trembled as it transformed into three afterimages that shot towards the three Fiendgods. The tip of the spear was pointed at the weak points of the Fiendgods. The throat, the head, the heart. The gods and devils could recover in the span of a breath, but after healing, their strength had decreased by quite a bit.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sounds of battle were deafening, and after recovering, the Fiendgod attacks became even sharper. In front of the three of them, the three of them had blocked Ning Wufeng's path.

Giant Serpent, Battle-Axe, and Berserker Blade.

Ancient wood, twin thorns, and iron rods.

They were furious, attacking Ning Wufeng together, the attacks becoming fiercer.

The spear light in Ning Wufeng's hand trembled, dancing like a shadow. He spun around like a top, blocking the incoming attacks from the front and back.

However, with the intensity of the attack, the consumption of spiritual energy was enormous.

"There must be a way to defeat this group of Fiendgods. He couldn't use brute force. "Like this, my spiritual energy will run out very quickly." Ning Wufeng's thoughts raced. The Broken Army Spear danced in his hand like a curtain of light, completely covering him.

"Attack." Ning Wufeng suddenly dashed to the side of the three Fiendgods. The Pure Yang Spear Art – 'Kaiyang Style' – brazenly blasted out, blasting open the chests of one of the Fiendgods in a single shot.

Boom! Boom! The attacks of the other two Fiendgods followed.

Pure Yang Spear Technique – Kaiyang Style. Flowers bloomed side by side. Ning Wufeng's spear was shattered by the impact. The spear lights buzzed and transformed into two spear shadows, exploding the heads of the two Fiendgods in front of him.

However, the Fiendgods were not afraid of death. After being injured, they quickly healed and attacked.

Ning Wufeng was panting like a tiger, and the muscles all over his body were trembling lightly. After all, activating a Spiritual Art for such a long period of time also placed a huge burden on his body.

But if he didn't defeat these Fiendgods, he wouldn't be able to leave.

After another exchange, Ning Wufeng's divine sense had acutely discovered that the overall strength of the six Fiendgods had decreased.

"It seems the power of the six Fiendgods is one. As long as one is weakened, the other Fiendgods will be affected as well." If he had killed this Fiendgod once, his power would be reduced by twenty percent after recovering. As for the six Fiendgods, their overall power has been reduced by more than half. " Under the cover of Ning Wufeng's abnormal spiritual sense, he suddenly discovered such a rule.

If that's the case. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he stared at one of the Fiendgods. It was the Fiendgod that he had killed twice.

Pinch the persimmon when it's soft. The spirit of this snake was being watched by him as a breakthrough point.

Ning Wufeng waved his spear and dodged the attacks from the other five Fiendgods. His body moved and appeared in front of the Demonic Snake God.

"It's you, haha."

Pure Yang Spear Art – Shining Sun Style.

The Broken Armor Spear brazenly shot out, surging with spiritual energy. The Turtle-Snake God was shocked and immediately summoned the huge snake in his hand to block. However, it was instantly crushed by Ning Wufeng's sharp spear light. The power of the spear did not diminish, and with a loud bang, it exploded open again.

Before it could fully recover, Ning Wufeng's Broken Armor Spear moved again.

Pure Yang Spear Art – Kaiyang Style.

The spear light blasted out, striking the Fiendgod's chest. With a loud explosive sound, the chest of the Fiendgod burst open.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed the Fiendgod twice. The Godfiend's strength had dropped to about the eighth level of the Qi Drawing Realm. The other Fiendgods were almost at the bottom of the Nine Layered Heavens as well.

There was hope.

When Ning Wufeng saw the hope, he attacked even harder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An hour passed. Ning Wufeng's clothes were torn to shreds, his entire body was purple, and he was in a sorry state. Even his face was stained with blood. However, the more he grew, the more excited he became. The six Fiendgods' strength had been reduced to the seventh level of the Qi Drawing Realm by him. As a weak point, the Godfiend in front of the snake was continuously being cut down by him. Now, he only had the strength of a fifth level Qi Drawing Realm pagoda.

With a loud boom, the two spiritual veins in Ning Wufeng's body trembled violently, and a burst of new energy suddenly rose, instantly filling his entire body. The hand holding the gun was also more powerful.

He didn't expect to break through.

The sixth level of the Qi Drawing Realm.

When Ning Wufeng felt the dense spiritual energy in his body supporting him, the corner of his mouth rose into a smile. Like a fierce tiger or a flock of sheep, he charged into the six Fiendgods.

There was no one that could match the spear light.

With a loud shot of the spear, the scenes in the path began to disintegrate …