Chapter 393 Wake Up

"I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity!" Ximen Mobei, who had already drawn a knife, suddenly smiled and smiled extremely happily and freely.

The demon long knife slowly entered the sheath, and Ximen Mobei tilted his neck and carefully stared at Murong Qinghui. No, to be precise, he stared at some space behind Murong Qinghui.

Noticing Ximen Mobei's eyes, Murong Qinghui was stunned at first, and then a creepy feeling rose in his heart.

The cold wind hit and moved Murong Qinghui's hair. The clothes flew over and grinned. Murong Qinghui, who looked slightly stiff, slowly turned around, was alert, and followed the sight of the west gate.

Then he saw a figure that he had never thought would appear here at this time, and most importantly, the weapon in the figure's hand.

It is a sword, a sword shining with a strange light, but exuding an ancient and noble and fierce atmosphere. The dark sword body is like a black sun at this moment, which makes people unable to look directly.

After that, Murong Qinghui's eyes fell on the face of the sword-wielding man. In an instant, his expression solidified, not shocked and unbelievable, but the kind of understanding that suddenly revealed a little bitterness.

"It turns out that the sword of judgment fell into your hands." Murong Qinghui suddenly stood with his hands on his back, just like the high spirits of the year, overlooking the emperor in the world, which made people stand still and admire him.

Unfortunately, it is not others standing here today, but two strong men who are not weaker than him at all, which means more desolate and lonely in his calmness and calmness.

The end of the hero is probably like this.

Ye Feng grinned and smiled, which was a little cheap, which was very hard to beat. It was hard to imagine that he could still put on such a hateful smile at this time.

Just when Murong Qinghui thought that Ye Feng was going to fight with him, he found that Ye Feng passed by him and ignored him.

Poor Murong Qinghui almost burst into tears and had been brewing emotions for so long. He wanted to have a vigorous war with Ye Feng, but he never thought that he would not even look at him.

Dad can bear it, mother can bear it, I can't bear it. If I can bear it, will it still be Emperor Murong?

Murong Qinghui was angry, and then there was a long roar, like an angry lion, angrily rushed to the crown, cut through the void while stepping, and punched Ye Feng.

The horrible fist is fierce and domineering and irresistible. Murong Qinghui's angry punch is so powerful. The world is trembling crazily, and the violent roar pierces people's eardrums. In the blink of an eye, he has come behind Ye Feng.

Then...

Then there is no more. Anyway, Murong Qinghui himself doesn't know what to do.

Ximen Mobei opened his mouth wide and looked at Ye Feng with a dull and incredible face. The most important thing was to look behind Ye Feng.

Papa!

Well, accidentally, his chin was dislocated and there was no way. This really made him feel incredible and unbelievable.

Murong Qinghui, known as the first emperor of the ages, was like a fly and was casually slapped by Ye Feng...

Damn it, how can this be?

I rubbed my eyes fiercely and opened my eyes to see. Well, it hasn't changed yet. I rubbed it again, but why hasn't it changed?

Why does my throat hurt a little? Why am I speechless?

The severe pain hit, and Ximen Mobei finally found that his chin had been too surprised for too long. He pressed his head with one hand and his chin with the other.

click!

Well, in fact, it's so simple for them to get their chin back in place.

Ximen Mobei, who finished these, pointed to Ye Feng and couldn't say a word.

Looking along the sight of Ximen Mobei, you will find that Emperor Murong has disappeared. No, to be precise, he is not gone, but turned into a biscuit, a humanoid biscuit.

Ye Feng slapped Murong Qinghui to death, but directly slapped him into a biscuit. What's going on? What's the means?

Puff! Po-tong! Po-tong!

Ximen Mobei's heart beat wildly, and he wanted to cry and found that this scene seemed to be a little familiar.

But after thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't recall it. Finally, he could only sigh and stare at the former enemy with an extremely complicated look.

Half a month ago, Ye Feng was no match for one of his disciples.

But now, just half a month has passed, what happened has made the strength of this former opponent grow to such an incredible extent.

In the middle of Ximen Mobei's wild thoughts, Ye Feng had come to his side and stared at him so quietly, with a trace of complexity on his face. Suddenly, he sighed, "It seems that you still don't remember who you are, right?"

"I'm not just Ximen Mobei. How can I not know who I am?" Ximen Mobei laughed and punched Ye Feng in the chest, "Good boy, it's been a long time since I've had your strength reached a level that I couldn't even imagine."

Even if there is a huge gap in strength now, Ximen Mobei does not mean to be formal at all. It is still the same as in the past.

Ye Feng laughed dumbly and said, 'You, you.'

buzz!

Zixuan, who has obviously turned into the four holy beasts, came out of thin air. Unlike in the past, Zixuan at this time has regained the appearance of Xuanyuan Sword.

As Pluto said, the gods are not omnipotent, but they are absolutely omnipotent. If you want Xuanyuan Sword to restore its former state, you can still do it.

How did you do it?

In fact, it is very simple. After Ye Feng's divine transformation, in the long river of time and space, Ye Feng intercepted the Xuanyuan sword in time and space, and then let Zixuan merge with the original sword soul...

It is one, and integration is naturally a matter of course, which is the only way to have today's Xuanyuan Sword.

Ye Feng, who gently wiped his sword body, showed a warm smile and said lightly, "Zixuan, I've found the person you are looking for."

In fact, there is no need for Ye Feng to say that after seeing Xuanyuan Sword, Ximen Mobei first showed a blank look, and then there was an unspeakable light in his eyes, and then his eyes closed.

At this time, Ye Feng pointed to the forehead of Ximen Mobei, and everything he saw in the long river of time and space crossed into the mind of Ximen Mobei without reservation.

When Ximen Mobei opened his eyes again, all the confusion and hesitation had disappeared and been replaced by a clear Qing Dynasty.

From afar, Ximen Mobei seems to have changed at this moment. It is majestic, with black hair and shawls. Although it stands naturally, even the stars are trembling and disappearing.

A supreme majesty swept across the fairyland in an instant, and then swept through the fairyland for 33 days. Whether it is the immortal emperor, the immortal king or those old antiques who don't know how long to survive, they can't help kneel to the ground at this moment.

This is a majestic one that trembles even for nine heaven and ten earth. No matter how powerful the immortal is, he is like a firefly facing the bright moon in front of this majestic. He can only worship and dare not compete with it.

"The 33-day fairyland has been rotten and degenerated." There was a trace of loneliness in Ximen Mobei's eyes, like an eternal lonely invincible strongman, more of regret and sadness. Then he looked at Ye Feng, his lips squirmed and said two words, "Thank you very much."

Ye Feng bowed and saluted. In the face of the emperor who transmitted the most in human history, he gave high respect to his lips.

Gongsun Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, there are too many legends about this emperor, not to mention that Ye Feng saw what the emperor did for the human race in the long river of time and space.

Even if his strength is not below Gongsun Xuanyuan now, Ye Feng is willing to worship this.

Zixuan, no, it should be the current Xuanyuan sword buzzing, and Ye Feng can clearly feel the joy of Xuanyuan sword.

"I understand what you mean. After this incident, you and I will embark on that road together!" After receiving the Xuanyuan Sword, Ximen Mobei was not pretentious, and disappeared from Ye Feng's eyes with a sad breath.

Ye Feng knew what he had done. As he just said, the fairyland had been rotten and degenerate for 33 days. As the emperor of the human race, he naturally wanted to remove this biggest cancer before embarking on the road of communication.

Wang!

Step by step, the stars move, and Ye Feng has returned to the human world again.

As for the upper world, it has been sealed by Ye Feng. This seal is enough to last 90 million years, and 90 million years is enough for the human world to develop to compete with it.

The reason why the upper world was not destroyed is actually very simple. Although the upper world was created by Murong Qinghui, just like Murong Qinghui subdued those people in those years, most of these people just wanted to become stronger. Even if it hadn't been for Murong Qinghui, he would have come to the human world and released the black dragon.

More than 90 million years seems to be very long, but such a closed world in the upper world is millions, which is actually not long.

The first thing Ye Feng did when he came to the human world was not to see those relatives, but to come to the center of the earth and come to the black dragon seal.

The black dragon, who was tossing inside the seal and with an evil smile hanging on the corners of his mouth, suddenly felt a burst of overwhelming pressure. Unexpectedly, he staggered and fell directly to the ground.

Then the black dragon saw Ye Feng see the four elephant seal and enter the seal like nothing. The most important thing is that the black dragon knew Ye Feng.

"You have become so powerful!" The dragon's voice revealed undisguised shock, surprise and disbelief. In the flash of light, the black dragon turned into a careless man.

Wearing this slipper, with a root eye in his mouth, and his clothes are extremely messy. The whole street gangster almost didn't hold a machete in his hand.

"How about embarking on the road of communication with me?" Ye Feng looked at the black dragon calmly and put forward his own opinions.

"Is there a fight?" The black dragon with a creaking fist looked at Ye Feng with an evil smile, looking eager to try. Seeing Ye Feng smiling and nodding, he opened the corners of his mouth and laughing, "Ok, as long as there is a fight, Benlong will follow you in the future."