C1362 Mysterious Woman of the Ninth Heaven

Ye Qingfeng's gaze was sharp as he understood the small world inside the ice mountain. He saw countless beautiful women wearing purple gowns, their bodies swaying gracefully.

The girls all had powerful cultivations, with Holy Fetal State being the weakest of them all. Although there were more than ten thousand in total, Ye Qingfeng only found more than fifty SemiGods within them!

A pair of purple eyes appeared within Ye Qingfeng's discerning eyes. A purple sun shined and the Heavenly Immortal Goddess of the purple sun appeared.

BOOM!

An energy ripple spread from the top of the ice mountain. The entire ice mountain, which was at an altitude of a hundred thousand meters, shook, and countless chillingly cold air was obliterated.

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and extinguished the energy ripples.

With a flash of purple light, a purple-haired woman with an outstanding figure and a white veil covering his face appeared.

Ye Shousheng, Xiao Se, Xing Meier's expression immediately became serious, the purple-haired woman's Qi was powerful, the invisible pressure caused their pressure to increase greatly.

Not a demigod!

It was a False God!

Zi Yan gazed at Ye Qingfeng with her beautiful eyes and under her white veil, her red lips parted slightly as she said, "Sir, my clan is a recluse and is not willing to compete with you. Please leave quickly."

Ye Qingfeng smiled: "I will not hurt you. I am pointing a flag at the ice mountain, and will be leaving soon, I hope the aristocrats do not destroy it."

Zi Yan said in a gentle tone, "You may wait as you please."

In Zi Yan's eyes, Ye Qingfeng had already made the Chinese totem flag long ago and inserted it into the ice mountain.

When Zi Yan saw the Chinese totem, his heart was greatly shocked. But when she sensed the strange phenomenon in the sky and earth, and raised her head to look, his heart was overwhelmed with shock.

Sweet dew fell from the sky! Blessed ones!

"Sir, I need to set up a formation to protect the flag."

"Hold on." Zi Yan asked anxiously: "May I ask if Sir is from China?"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingfeng said in astonishment, "That's right."

Zi Yan immediately clasped her hands together, and said with pleasant surprise: "My clan has been waiting for you guys for a long time! May I know if Celestial Dragon is here? My clan's Holy Master needs Celestial Dragon's help. "

Ye Shousheng suddenly thought of something, and asked: "If I may ask, could it be that the noble Holy Master is Lord Mysterious Woman of the Ninth Heaven?"

Zi Yan looked at Ye Shousheng, under the veil, and was shocked, she could not help but say: "That's right, in the ancient battle, the spirit of the Sacred Master was injured, and in order to escape from the prophecy of the God of Fate, he used a great divine ability to seal our clan, and then disappeared. But recently, the Sacred Energy of the Sacred Master that Shrouded the Heavens, and for some reason, we feel nervous all the time."

Ye Qingfeng laughed, "It should be because Celestial Dragon and the rest separated the two realms."

Zi Yan immediately replied: Then, might you all be able to contact the Celestial Dragon?

Ye Shousheng said: "Dao friend, celestial sovereign and the rest are currently competing with the Gods, buying us some time, I am afraid it will be difficult to watch."

"Since Mysterious Woman of the Ninth Heaven has suffered a soul injury, I think I can give it a try." Ye Qingfeng said.

Zi Yan shook her head: "Sir, although you are strong, and cause me to feel that you are in extreme danger, the injuries of the Sacred Master are not something that ordinary deities can heal. Before the Sacred Master had fallen into slumber, he was given a name to the Celestial Dragon and the Primordial Dragon God, but the Primordial Dragon God had long since perished, and only the Celestial Dragon still exists."

"I beg you, please contact the celestial sovereign. Isn't the relationship between the Sacred Master and the celestial sovereign very good?"

Ye Shousheng sighed, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive this humble Taoist's helplessness. Unless the celestial sovereign appears, we will not be able to contact him."

"Could it be that our Saint Lord can only continue to sleep like this?" Zi Yan could not help but feel sad.

Ye Qingfeng's expression turned solemn: "What if Primordial Dragon God did not die?"