Great Sword Master

In the War Wasteland, the deathly aura surged and the air was filled with death.

Thousands of figures were forming a team, moving at high speed, heading towards the edge of the War Wasteland. These people were the survivors of the Shen, Ming and Xiang families.

The cave was discovered and destroyed, and it was no longer possible to hide there.

Even if the cave could be repaired, it would take a lot of time, and even if it was repaired, it would have been exposed and it would be impossible to hide there.

As for finding a new cave to hide in, it would also take a lot of time.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to take a desperate gamble and leave the War Wasteland. As long as you can leave the War Wasteland and go to other places, you don’t have to live like a stray dog.

Maybe there will be some losses in the process, but you have to do it.

One is to live in the dark without seeing hope, and the other is to go out and practice openly. Which one should you choose?

If they had not experienced the former, they might have chosen the former, but the three families had all experienced the invasion and killing of the underworld clan, and had experienced the days of hiding in the dark underground caves, so they yearned for the freedom and hope of being able to travel freely.

There were thousands of people in the group, some of whom were killed in the war.

A team of thousands of people was undoubtedly a big target, and it was obvious that they could not hide at all.

Fortunately, the three quasi-emperors were at their peak, and there were also a group of strong people in the Saint Lord Realm to protect them, so they were not without the ability to save their lives. In addition, there was Chen Feng, who was a peerless genius who was comparable to a three-star or even four-star quasi-emperor although he was in the Saint Lord Realm.

"Auntie, how is your recovery?"

Chen Feng asked the person who was traveling with him while walking with the thousand-person team, who was Shen Lingjun who had just woken up.

"I have recovered 70% to 80%."

Shen Lingjun responded with a slight smile.

However, her face was still a little pale, and there was still some fatigue in her eyes, as if the previous extreme outburst was also a great burden and consumption for her.

However, even if he only recovered 70% to 80% of his strength, the ordinary Saint Lord Realm Limit was no match for him.

Chen Feng was also worried.

Because... Ming Shang was missing.

After the fierce battle, he also learned the general reason from the Quasi-Emperor Chi Lie. It was Ming Shang of the Ming family who defected to the Nether Clan and arranged things in the cave. The specific process was unclear, but the cave was exposed to the invasion of the Nether Clan, all caused by Ming Shang.

However, when he wanted to catch Ming Shang, he found that Ming Shang had disappeared.

The place where Ming Shang disappeared was a huge hole, which led directly to the deeper underground. It seemed to be an earlier cave. In that deeper cave, Chen Feng keenly sensed a trace of residual breath, which was the breath of the evil power of the Tianyuan Evil Dragon.

In other words, that cave was very likely to seal the Tianyuan Evil Dragon.

And Ming Shang was very likely to be reborn by the Tianyuan Evil Dragon.

Chen Feng also told his speculation to the Quasi-Emperor ancestors of the three families, which made them feel heavy for a while, especially the Quasi-Emperor Chi Lie of the Ming family, who was extremely shocked and angry.

Unfortunately, there is no way to track it down.

And now, in order to leave the war wasteland, there is no time to search and track carefully.

Although the team of thousands of people tried their best to suppress the breath and sound, they could not suppress it completely. It was inevitable that some movements would occur and they were immediately discovered by some underworld people.

Kill!

The three quasi-emperors acted decisively and killed all the underworld people at the fastest speed in the shortest time. Chen Feng did not take action, but he also urged the power of the Creation Divine Talisman to devour the power of the dead underworld people, even if his own Yuanshen cultivation had reached the limit of the holy realm and reached the point where it could not be further improved.

However, those powers would not be wasted, and they could completely increase the power accumulation of the Creation Divine Talisman.

"Can all the power devoured become the reserve power of the Creation Divine Talisman?"

A thought suddenly popped up, and Chen Feng felt that he seemed to be able to try it, but he had to wait until the new underworld people came to die.

The War Wasteland is now almost completely occupied by the Nether Clan, and the Nether Clan has camps scattered everywhere, so it is not difficult to encounter the Nether Clan. Not long after, Chen Feng and his team encountered another wave of Nether Clan people.

Kill!

Devour!

Chen Feng conveyed his thoughts to the Creation Divine Scroll, trying to let the Creation Divine Scroll convert all the power it swallowed into reserve power without sharing it with himself.

Then Chen Feng found that it was indeed feasible.

The Nether Clan power swallowed by the Creation Divine Scroll was completely converted into reserve power, without sharing a single bit with himself.

In this way, the reserve power can be accumulated more, and the next time when the future body is summoned, it can also show its strength more fully and burst more times.

Summoning the future body, if you can't act freely, then what's the point?

Retracting his thoughts, Chen Feng communicated with the Creation Divine Scroll again and conveyed his thoughts, but still did not get any response.

Since he got the Creation Divine Scroll, Chen Feng sometimes tried to communicate with it, but he never got any response. This time, the Creation Divine Scroll actually "followed" his wishes, which made Chen Feng see hope, but he continued to communicate, but still did not get any other response.

Helpless, he could only give up again.

While following the large team to the outside of the War Wasteland, Chen Feng also recalled the fierce battle between his future body and the two nine-star quasi-emperors of the Nether Clan.

The future body is equivalent to his own enhancement.

The future body is not only the strength of cultivation, but also the attainments and realm of swordsmanship are far superior to himself.

I cannot master the cultivation and strength of my future self, or I cannot master it now, but sooner or later I will be able to achieve it. I can glimpse, observe and comprehend its swordsmanship.

If I can understand something, it will surely help improve my swordsmanship, and even improve my swordsmanship attainments and realm.

Since I watched my future self fight the two nine-star quasi-emperors of the Nether Clan with all his strength, I have been thinking back from time to time, and even tried to put myself in the perspective of my future self. For a time, I have a deeper understanding of the various swordsmanship I have mastered, and Chen Feng also feels that he seems to have really touched the threshold of the Tianxin-level extreme sword intent.

It's like the final step, and I don't know when I can step through it.

The more so, the more Chen Feng knows that he can't be anxious, and he can't be anxious.

March, meet the enemy, kill, devour!

The team of thousands of people did not lose a single bit, and they crossed most of the war wasteland and approached the edge.

As long as they get out, the sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish leap.

A flame called hope burned in the hearts of the people, making them all smile a little more, a smile that they had not seen in this period of time.

Waves of whistling suddenly sounded, and the death underworld energy suddenly surged from the back like a wave.

It was stacked one after another, as if it was endless.

As the thick death underworld energy surged, there were more wisps of strong, cold and dark auras that spread wantonly, pouring down like a flood, and more gray figures emerged in the waves of death underworld energy, approaching with the terrifying power of thousands of troops.

The army of the underworld!

Along the way, they killed hundreds of underworld people, and even two low-level quasi-emperors of the underworld.

With such a loss, the underworld would definitely not have taken action.

Now... it's finally here.

If they don't move, it's fine. If they move, the army will attack. Chen Feng's eyes condensed. At a glance, he could see tens of thousands of gray figures. The dark auras of the Nether Clan were strong, at least reaching the level of the Saint King, and some were at the Saint Lord level. Among them were the Nether Clan and the Death War Clan.

In other words, the Death War Clan was the vanguard, and the Nether Clan was behind.

The quasi-emperors of the Nether Clan were located in the sky, like a long sky line, carrying an extremely shocking aura to oppress.

The terrifying death aura was like a raging tide of destruction, and the shocking true meaning of death was like a mountain collapse. For a while, the faces of the three families changed drastically.

Especially among the three families, the number of those who had reached the Saint King and Saint Lord levels was less than 100, and the rest were below the Saint King level, and there were even those who were not at the Saint level. For a while, facing the oppression of such a large army of Nether Clan strongmen, unspeakable pressure grew from the deepest part of their body and mind, like a storm and tsunami sweeping across the body.

Trembling, terrified!

Under the terrible pressure, everyone was almost suffocated.

Boom boom boom!

The three quasi-emperors of the three families burst out their own auras to resist the terrifying death force of the Hades army, allowing the people of the three families to ease up, but they were still pale and retreated one after another, while nearly a hundred Saint Kings and Saint Lords stepped forward and burst out their auras to resist the aura impact of the Hades army.

One hundred compared to tens of thousands, this is undoubtedly an extremely shocking number gap.

What's more, the enemy's strength is at least at the Saint King level, not inferior to them at all. In this case, the opponent's charge is enough to crush these nearly a hundred Saint Kings and Saint Lords into slag.

Even so, no one retreated.

Can't retreat, can't retreat!

Even if it means death in battle, you must fight.

The three quasi-emperors also looked extremely solemn, and their auras were surrounded by them, condensed to the extreme.

In addition to tens of thousands of Saint Kings and Saint Lords, the Nether Clan army also has more than a dozen Quasi-Emperors, the strongest of whom is a Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor, and the rest are many mid-level and low-level Quasi-Emperors.

The three Quasi-Emperors are not afraid of those low-level and mid-level Quasi-Emperors, but the problem is that Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor.

Even if the three of them join forces, they may not be the opponent of the Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor of the Nether Clan.

No matter how you look at it, the three families are completely at a disadvantage, and they may be defeated at the first encounter.

Seeing the Nether Clan army rushing to kill, the terrifying true meaning of death and the power of the Nether Clan are pressing down like a collapse of a thousand-foot snow mountain. The closer they get, the more powerful and shocking they become, and the more suffocating the three families feel, and their faces are extremely solemn.

Chen Feng faced the terrifying aura of the Nether Clan army, and his face was solemn, but his eyes were shining with a ray of brilliance.

An indescribable excitement grew deep in his heart, and Chen Feng's eyes shone brighter and brighter, like the blazing sun.

There are tens of thousands of Hades, and more than a dozen Quasi-Emperors. If all of them are killed and devoured, a lot of power will be accumulated.

However, the Seven-Star Quasi-Emperor of the Hades is a tough nut to crack. Under normal circumstances, it is not so easy to deal with.

"Emperor Chen Shao, can you ask that senior to help?"

Quasi-Emperor Penglan gritted his teeth and immediately asked Chen Feng. Quasi-Emperor Xuanyuan and Quasi-Emperor Chilie also looked at Chen Feng, their eyes full of hope.

"Yes!"

Chen Feng would naturally not refuse, because such a strong enemy still needed the future body to take action.