C319 Rushing into the imperial palace of the northern yan dynasty

When they found out that Ye Feng had joined the Protector Army to fight against the Devil Church, all the Protectors were extremely excited.

"With the help of Savior Ye, our Devil Church is dead for sure!"

"This time, North Yan can really be saved!"

"…"

All of the rebel soldiers saw the light, saw the hope.

Originally, they had planned to perish together with the Devil Church, but now that Ye Feng had joined them, the probability of victory had greatly increased. At the very least, they did not need to perish together.

Ye Feng said: "I will first go to the palace to deal with A Member of A Cult, you guys follow me."

Thus, Ye Feng quickly returned to the front of the Imperial Palace alone.

The reason why Ye Feng helped them was because he still had the Heavenly And Earthly Treasures on him that he needed, and also because Ye Feng couldn't get used to Devil Church's style.

At this time, a large number of horse soldiers had already been stationed around the palace.

Ye Feng wasn't afraid in the slightest as he barged in. Some of the Martial Cultivator s that were obstructing him were all sent flying by Ye Feng.

"Again …" It's you, spy! " Golden Lieutenant General was shocked when he saw Ye Feng, "I wanted to find you to settle the score, but you actually ran out here!"

"Everyone attack! Don't show any mercy! Kill them all!"

Yet another group of Martial Cultivator s charged towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was not courteous at all. He made a hand seal with the Mudra in his hand and the Nine Steps of Heavenly Path erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A large group of Martial Cultivator was trampled into pieces by the huge and terrifying footprints.

Golden Lieutenant General was so scared that he immediately peed his pants, crawled and rolled on the ground trying to escape.

Ye Feng's figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of him, grabbing his neck.

Golden Lieutenant General's face was ashen, his eyes were filled with fear as he said, "Don't … Don't kill me, I... I had to. I... I was forced to eat a Magic Pill! "

Ye Feng was expressionless: "I've already told you this before, if you try to play tricks, you will die miserably! Now, I will fulfill this promise! "

"No …" "No!" Golden Lieutenant General was in despair.

Ye Feng pinched hard, and with a loud sound, Golden Lieutenant General's neck was crushed, and Golden Lieutenant General died a miserable death.

When the Martial Cultivator who were knocked down by Ye Feng saw this scene, they were all scared silly, and did not dare to crawl up from the ground, so they just lied on the ground and played dead.

"Who dares to cause trouble here?" Suddenly, an angry and cold voice was heard.

Shua shua shua.

In a split-second, three black robed figures rushed out from the palace and landed in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at the three of them, one of them had thick lips, the number 1 on his forehead, the number 12 on his forehead from the middle-aged Martial Cultivator on his left, and the number 9 on his right.

Evidently, these three Martial Cultivator s were all members of Devil Church, the one with the highest cultivation was the man in the first position, Martial Emperor, and the other was the man in the ninth rank, whose cultivation was at the fourth level of Martial Emperor.

And the one who spoke just now was the No.1 guy.

At the moment, the three A Member of A Cult s were scrutinizing Ye Feng, and suddenly realised that Ye Feng was only at the Ninth Level of Martial General level, causing the three of them to be stunned.

A little Ninth Level of Martial General brat actually dared to barge into the palace?

However, when they saw countless Martial King s lying on the ground and screaming miserably, and even saw Golden Lieutenant General's corpse, shock filled their eyes.

"Brat, you're courting death!" Number 12's eyes turned cold, and he directly attacked Ye Feng without any reason.

Because, in his opinion, no matter who dared to go against Devil Church, they must be punished!

Boom.

Number 12 did not use any martial skills, but used his palm to strike towards Ye Feng, only to see a formless gigantic palm print pressing down on his head.

Ka-cha.

Before the palm print had even landed, the ground under Ye Feng's feet had already exploded due to the energy contained in the palm print.

Any casual wave of the hand from a Second Level of Martial Emperor expert would be able to destroy a small mountain.

However, facing such a powerful palm, Ye Feng's expression was normal, he stood there like a statue, not moving at all.

Many Martial Cultivator who were pretending to be dead thought that Ye Feng was being suppressed by the terrifying palm print of number 12 until he could not even move, and that he did not even have the courage to fight anymore.

In their eyes, Ye Feng was definitely going to die!

However, the scene in their minds did not appear!

Because, at this time, Ye Feng casually raised his fist, and punched towards the sky.

Boom.

Suddenly, an intense sonic boom rang out in the air as the formless palm print shattered, turning into countless points of energy that scattered everywhere.

"What?"

"This …"

The Martial Cultivator s who were pretending to be dead were all dumbfounded!

The little kid who only had Ninth Level of Martial General in front of him had actually blocked the palm strike of a Second Level of Martial Emperor expert with just a casual punch.

The expressions of Number 12, Number 9 and Number 1 also changed. Obviously, they were also shocked.

They also could not understand how a Martial Cultivator who clearly only had Ninth Level of Martial General could be so strong.

"Where's the King of North Yan?" Ye Feng coldly asked.

There were still Exquisite Heavenly Materials on King of North Yan that Ye Feng needed, so Ye Feng naturally had to find his.

Number 1 stared at Ye Feng and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose, and without expression he said: "White Faced Killer Ye Feng!"

Hearing this, the faces of the three A Member of A Cult s changed greatly.

"What, you are White Faced Killer?" Number 12 exclaimed, "No wonder you're so strong!"

Ye Feng said: "Hand over the King of North Yan, and then, kill yourselves!"

"Arrogant! Arrogant!" The number nine man raged, "Don't think that just because you destroyed a mere Devil Church that you're so amazing! In front of the strong Devil Church, you are just like an ant! "

The No. 1 guy's eyes flashed with killing intent: "Don't waste time talking to him, White Faced Killer is a sworn enemy of the Devil Church, killing him will give us quite a bit of credit, let's work together!"

Thus, the three A Member of A Cult s started their berserk attacks on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was not afraid of the three A Member of A Cult s attacking him.

Without using Chaos Dragon Cauldron Divine Ability, Ye Feng's strength was definitely above the fifth level of Martial Emperor, so dealing with the Number 12 and Number 9 wasn't a problem for him. As for the man with Eighth Level number 1, it was impossible for him to defeat him with just his strength alone. However, the man with Eighth Level number 1 could forget about injuring Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's body was almost at the super material realm, which was not something that ordinary Martial Cultivator could harm.

The three of them rushed over. If Ye Feng had a sword in his hand, he could unleash the Heaven Decimating Sword Art and instantly kill the three of them. However, Ye Feng's Black Dwarf Star would have been shattered by the time he fought the Master of Darkness.

Since he was unable to execute God Killing Sword Technique, Ye Feng could only use martial skills.

The Earth Ranked Martial Technique Ice Dragon Arts and the seventh step of the Nine Steps of Heavenly Path were Ye Feng's best choices.

"Number 12, No. 9, White Faced Killer has a strange method, we cannot be careless, let's finish this quickly!" Number 1 reminded him.

Number 12 and Number 9 did not dare to be negligent. Their auras turned heavy and a terrifying aura burst out from their bodies. The sky and earth changed color.

Number 12 quickly formed a seal with his hand and a twisted black vortex appeared above his head. A black hand came out from the vortex. It was dark and eerie, like a demon coming down from the ninth heaven.

The Mudra in the No. 9 Man's hands flew around, his gaze extremely gloomy. A vortex appeared above his head, from it shot out a red light, and a fiery red Kui Cattle roared out …