"A hunting clan chief is so terrifying, 10,000, what kind of terrifying scene would that be?"

"It is said that the ten chiefs are more terrifying."

"Aren't we screwed?"

The strong from all walks of life are like falling into the abyss.

"Isn't there still the head of Ye?"

"He was able to kill the hunting clan's patriarch in an instant just now. I'm afraid he has already broken through the Hundred Tribulations Realm, right?"

"Even if not, it's very close."

Everyone was shocked again, and there were many discussions.

at the same time.

The Prestige of Misty Sect has skyrocketed again.

Three thousand worlds, each with hundreds of millions of creatures, even if only a small number of people in each world truly recognize the Misty Sect, they can contribute a terrifying amount of prestige.

Three trillion!

Four trillion!

Five trillion!

The reputation value increased explosively in a short period of time, reaching a terrifying eight trillion!

And, it's still rising.

According to this posture, it will soon be able to break through ten trillion.

before the burial.

Ye Feng stood here, looking at the hunting clan patriarch who had just recovered to the state of an ancient coffin, and said:

"You resurrect once, and I kill you once."

He crossed his knees here, blocking the exit of the burial ground with his own strength, his eyes full of indifference.

"Ye Feng, you are crazy!"

An angry voice came from the ancient coffin transformed by the hunting clan chief, "I tell you! Within today, there will be two more clan chiefs resurrected, you wait to die!"

"I am waiting."

Ye Feng crossed his knees and waited quietly.

This is a great opportunity to earn reputation points. If you miss this village, you won't have this store.

"You are seeking your own death!"

The chief of the hunting clan roared.

hum!

The two ancient coffins around them trembled slightly, as if they were angry, and the light on the surface became brighter and brighter.

"What clan is this?"

Ye Feng looked at the two ancient coffins.

Each has a unique totem on its surface.

One is a giant axe and the other is a machete.

"That's the Patriarch of the Crazy Axe Clan and the Patriarch of the Broken Heaven Clan. Their strength is above mine, you are dead!"

The chief hunter laughed.

"So, do they have the Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Ye Feng asked seriously.

The voice of the hunting clan chief stopped abruptly.

The trembling Mad Axe Clan Clan Chief and Broken Sky Clan Clan Chief immediately calmed down, as if they were afraid.

"Scared?"

Ye Feng smiled.

"Our ten thousand clan chiefs are immortal, how can we be afraid? Two clan chiefs, I just killed a human race supreme saint, a human race heavenly saint, several human race manifested saints, accumulated a lot of strength, and can be resurrected in a short time. Once, how about we hunt this person together later?"

The hunting clan chief spoke up again.

"good!"

The other two ancient coffins made sounds at the same time.

outside world.

Everyone is watching.

An hour later.

The ancient coffin transformed by the hunting clan's patriarch shattered, turned into a bone spear, and was held by him.

Since then.

The hunting clan chief is back.

He stood in the void, holding a bone spear, his eyes were cold, the two ancient coffins beside him were cracking, and a jagged giant axe and a notched machete appeared.

next moment.

Two burly men appeared, two meters tall, holding a giant axe and a machete respectively.

"Three peaks are holy!"

Ye Feng saw them and said with a smile, "Do you want to be killed by me at the entrance of the burial ground, or do you want to kill them outside?"

"Insanity!"

"We have a secret technique of joint attack, killing you is as easy as the palm of your hand."

"Ye Feng, you will feel better when you wait!"

The chief of the Hunting Clan, the Chief of the Crazy Axe Clan, and the Chief of the Broken Heaven Clan spoke one after another.

Their auras began to blend.

In just one breath, the three of them merged into a three-meter-tall giant with three heads and six arms, holding a giant axe, a machete, and a bone spear.

The violent momentum instantly pressed against Ye Feng.

"And this kind of secret method?"

"Wanzu is too scary, isn't it?"

"If all the patriarchs of the ten thousand clans can be integrated, wouldn't it be possible to become the most terrifying powerhouse in the world?"

"How do you fight this?"

Practitioners from all walks of life looked horrified.

"Interesting, the power is perfectly integrated. Although there is no additional increase, it is a very powerful secret technique to fuse the power of three people into one."

Ye Feng praised.

"Wait and see if you can still laugh!"

The three-headed and six-armed patriarch of all clans rushed out instantly and arrived in front of Ye Feng. The bone spear stabbed, the giant axe and the machete slashed wildly, all of which contained terrifying power.

"You are still weak."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and struck three punches respectively, breaking the giant axe, bone spear, and machete almost simultaneously.

"This!"

The expression of the three-headed and six-armed patriarch of all clans changed drastically.

After the three of them merged, their own strength was six or seven times that of the peak of the holy, but they still couldn't catch Ye Feng's move, and they lost in an instant.

"Go back to the burial place!"

Ye Feng quickly punched, and the three-headed and six-armed patriarch of the ten thousand clans collapsed, revealing their souls.

"Ye Feng, wait for me!"

The hunting clan chief said angrily.

Ye Feng said nothing, slapped it with a slap, and the souls of the three patriarchs of the Wan clan all collapsed, forming a stream of light that poured into the burial ground and turned into three ancient coffins again.

Since then, the battle is over.

From the fusion of the three clan chiefs to fight, to being beaten back to the ancient coffin state by Ye Feng, it took less than ten breaths before and after.

"Ye Feng!"

"Tomorrow, three new patriarchs will be resurrected, and they will be stronger."

"Every day in the future, two or three patriarchs will be born, and one day, you will encounter an existence that you cannot shake, and you will be destroyed!"

The hunting clan chief spoke harshly again.

"In the wind and rain, I'll wait for you at the intersection."

Ye Feng said.

"Hey, you are really crazy! This patriarch is the first to encounter someone like you who dares to block our patriarchs. I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid."

The hunting clan chief was very angry.

"Don't talk nonsense, restore your source with peace of mind! I'll wait for you to recover, and then blow you up."

Ye Feng grinned.

"You... **** me off too!"

The hunting clan chief in the coffin gritted his teeth.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Continue to restore, anyway, our patriarchs are immortal existences, wait a few more days, gather enough patriarchs, and then kill them."

The Patriarch of the Crazy Axe Clan and the Patriarch of the Broken Heaven Clan spoke one after another.

"makes sense."

The hunting clan chief realized this.

Time passed little by little.

Three thousand worlds.

Countless strong people were inspired by Ye Feng.

Some of the Holy Land immediately rushed to the depths of the starry sky.

Soon.

They came near the burial site and followed the passage left by Ye Feng to the entrance and exit of the burial site.

"Master Ye!"

"We're here to help you."

More than ten most holy people appeared.

Among them is Ye Feng's acquaintance, Yuexi Sword Saint from Nantian Sword Sect, who used to be number 100 on the Power God List.

"The patriarchs of the ten thousand clans are very strong, and the weakest clan chiefs of the hunting clan are twice as high as the peak and the most holy. With one enemy, it is too dangerous for you to come here."

Ye Feng shook his head.

"Master Ye, rest assured, we form a large formation, relying on the power of the formation, it will not be a problem to contain a patriarch of ten thousand clans."

"Yes!"

"The Three Thousand Realms are the habitat for our human race to survive. How can we be enslaved by these brutal ten thousand races?"

"My cultivator, don't be afraid of a battle!"

The dozen or so saints present spoke in succession, their fighting spirit was high, and they were unwilling to hide in the sect, and watched Ye Feng fight alone.

"be careful."

Seeing that everyone's fighting spirit was high and they had the heart to die, Ye Feng didn't say much, so as not to affect the morale.

"A group of holy, ants!"

"Killing you all is as easy as the palm of your hand."

"Come and bring us food?"

The chief of the Hunting Clan, the Chief of the Crazy Axe Clan, and the Chief of the Duantian Clan made sarcastic remarks one after another.