1219: C1219 The Shock of the Ancient Wind

C1219 The Shock of the Ancient Wind

When the palm of the Giant Ape struck down, it would turn the disciples of Ghost Hell Sect into meat paste. That kind of terrifying strength was something that even Martial Cultivator of the seventh level of the Soul Condensation found hard to resist. What was even more frightening was that, although the golden light that radiated from his body was not invulnerable, an attack of an ordinary person under the seventh level of the Soul Condensation was unable to harm him. This abnormal Demonic Beast caused the scalps of all the disciples present in the Ghost Hell Sect to go numb.

"Long Kun, Bai Xiang, Hua Qing, the three of you go." Within the Ghost Hell Sect, the young man that even Wudao was afraid of spoke up. Yuluo was a mysterious youngster within the Ghost Hell Sect. His position within the Ghost Hell Sect was extremely high, and besides the leaders of the Ghost Hell Sect, he was not bad either. Thus, even a stubborn person like Wudao had to follow the rules in front of him.

Within the Ghost Hell Sect, the three Martial Cultivator s that hunted the Celestial Dragon Sect nodded their heads, quickly left in a flash and rushed towards the Giant Ape.

"Boom!"

Spiritual energy erupted from the three of them. The torrent rushed towards Ape like a surging river.

"Overlord's Fist."

Ape roared in anger. His body was also filled with a domineering aura as he punched out. It was as if his fist was shattering the galaxy as starlight descended. Long ago, Gu Feng had told Ape about the profound meaning of the Overlord's Fist, and Ape had also understood the meaning of the Overlord's Fist.

"Boom!"

As the punch was thrown out, the sky changed its color. The three streams of terrifying Spiritual Energy that were rushing over were instantly shattered.

"If you kill my Celestial Dragon Sect disciples, you will all die." A cold killing intent came out of Gu Feng's mouth. Soon after, a stream of light flashed, and purple thunder bloomed between the heavens and earth. Thunder flashed as it gathered in the crowd. The effects of Rushing Thunder began, and sword lights slashed through the air one after the other. It was bright and swift like a flash of light and shadow.

"Puff puff puff …"

When the Purple Thunder cleaved down, the light and shadows disappeared and black pillars of blood shot up into the sky. Amongst the Ghost Hell Sect of the disciples, there were several who were beheaded immediately.

"Seniors, are all of you alright?"

Gu Feng appeared beside Zhuo Yiyi and asked with a relaxed expression.

Some of the weaker disciples might not know what had just happened, but Zhuo Yiyi and the rest could see very clearly that those few Ghost Hell Sect disciples that had their heads chopped off were precisely those that Gu Feng had cut off with a single slash.

"Junior Brother Gu Feng, I didn't expect you to come." A disciple looked at Gu Feng and said in surprise, but there was also a hint of surprise in his voice.

He was a disciple of the Spirit Wheel Peak, although Gu Feng rarely appeared in the Spirit Wheel Peak, so it seemed like his stay in the Spirit Wheel Peak was extremely short as well. However, Gu Feng's strength could not be underestimated. Even Mo Fei was defeated in a single exchange, which showed how strong Gu Feng was. Although one more person might not be too useful, the golden Giant Ape Gu Feng brought over seemed to be very fierce, and was actually not at a disadvantage even under the siege of three experts of the eighth level of the Soul Condensation.

"I am also a disciple of the Celestial Dragon Sect. If you are in trouble, of course I will come over." Gu Feng said with a smile.

"You shouldn't have come." Zhuo Yiyi also finally revealed who exactly Gu Feng was. He was the person who was ranked first in the core disciple exam. That day, it caused quite a sensation. However, because too much time had passed, she was unable to recall what it was.

"These trash still can't kill me." Gu Feng said while smiling at the surrounding Ghost Hell Sect disciples who were eyeing him covetously. Perhaps the methods of the Ghost Hell Sect were very effective towards the ordinary lunch break, especially their spirit energy. Because they had been refining the death aura for a long time, even their spirit energy contained a lot of it, causing Martial Cultivator, who was fighting against them, to have a headache.

"Kid, who are you?" Wudao narrowed his eyes as he looked at Gu Feng. A dangerous glint flashed across his eyes. Even though he had noticed that Gu Feng's cultivation was only at the fourth level of the Soul Condensation, he did not underestimate him because of this. After all, to possess such a powerful War Pet, in addition to his godly methods from before, it was sufficient to prove Gu Feng's strength.

And the reason he could live up to now in the Ghost Hell Sect that was like hell was because he had never underestimated any of his enemies, even if they were just trash.

whoosh *

Just when Gu Feng was talking to the crowd, Wudao suddenly made his move. He threw a quick punch towards Gu Feng. Feeling the power of that punch, Gu Feng frowned and quickly retreated.

"You can't leave." Wudao looked at Gu Feng and grinned. A ball of death qi flew out and enveloped Gu Feng in an instant.

The sky turned silent, while Gu Feng's rapidly retreating body also stopped.

"Haha, infected by the aura of death, even if you are an expert of Nirvana Stage, you should forget about living." Wudao laughed.

"I thought he was some amazing guy, but in the end, he was just an arrogant kid. He was actually killed in a single move." Within the Immortal Sword Sect, a few disciples said disdainfully. Naturally, they could tell that Xue Ji and Shui Qianrou's expressions had changed a little after that kid appeared. Without a question, it was obvious that this kid was the person they were talking about. What they did not expect was that their opponent was only at the fourth level of the Soul Condensation.

"He's fine." Shui Qianrou didn't say much, just three simple words came out of her mouth.

"How could he not …" The young man who had spoken earlier had a disdainful expression and was about to retort. However, at this time, a slightly mocking laughter resounded throughout the world: "This is the Ghost Hell Sect's spirit energy? It has been infused with the aura of death, but it's just too weak. "

Although the faint voice was not very loud, it resounded through the entire area. Everyone stared at the figure shrouded in deathly aura. The deathly aura was disappearing quickly, and a person walked out from the deathly aura. His face was as red as before, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.1

"This is impossible?"

Wudao cried out in alarm, disbelief evident in his eyes. They all knew how strange the spirit energy of the Ghost Hell Sect disciples was, and how it contained the aura of death. That aura of death was something even Divine Powerhouse was afraid of. Although there was only that one ball of death aura from Wudao earlier, even so, if a Martial Cultivator with Ninth Level of Soul Condensation Stage were to be caught within, it would still be very troublesome. If one was not careful, they would be corroded by the death aura and lose their life force.

But Gu Feng, a brat who was only at the fourth level of the Soul Condensation, had actually walked out from the deathly aura unscathed. It was not only Wudao who saw this scene, even the Celestial Dragon Sect disciples had expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

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