1250: C1250 Kill the Saint Emperor

C1250 Kill the Saint Emperor

"It's a success!" This thought arose in Han Feng's mind.

Waves of illusion energy gushed out, and the octagonal shaped pupil began to rotate once again. The terrifying energy caused the room to distort.

Han Feng knew that this wasn't the house that was distorted, but the effect of the illusion technique.

After closing the Astral Pupil, the distorted space disappeared.

Han Feng covered his head in discomfort, "My Yuan Shen is too weak, I can't take it anymore. "

The Ten-star Holy Pupils Technique was divided into ten star level. The Five Horn Star and Six Horn star level were respectively at the low level of Medium-class and Medium-class Upper-grade. The Seven Horn Star and Eight Horn Star were respectively at the low level of Upper-class and Upper-class Upper-grade. The Nine Horn Star and Ten Horn Star were at the lower level of transcendent-grade and transcendent-grade Upper-grade. This division had a conflict with the 911 chapters. In the future, this chapter would be the main one. The 911 chapters would also be changed.

The other Eight Horn star level Upper-grades had reached the level of Upper-class Upper-grade and Upper-class saint realm. The pressure they exerted on Han Feng's Yuan Shen was too great.

After thinking for a while, Han Feng closed his eyes and applied some restrictions on the Astral Pupil. He could only exert the power of a Upper-class Medium-grade saint realm skill.

In this way, Han Feng felt much better. His Yuan Shen was no longer under such a great pressure.

After that, Han Feng started to organize the changes brought about by the advancement of the Astral Pupil.

Only now did Han Feng realize that his Primordial Spirit Power had received a strong stimulation because of the advancement of the Astral Pupil. Due to the stimulation, his Primordial Spirit Power, which had already surpassed the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm, was comparable to the first level of the Peak of Saint Realm.

Han Feng smiled. "If I use the Astral Pupil this time, even the second and third level of the Peak of Saint Realm will be affected by it. "

In other words, the experts of the Second and Third Heavens of the Peak of Saint Realm could no longer easily break Han Feng's illusion.

Although the experts above could break the illusion, they would still be affected much more than before.

For example, the effect of the illusion could no longer affect the Fourth Heavens of the Peak of Saint Realm. It could only affect one percent of the Fifth Heavens of the Peak of Saint Realm like the Fire Feather Saint, and not even the Sixth Heavens of the Peak of Saint Realm.

And now, even if the Tyrannical Saint was still alive, he wouldn't be able to avoid the effects of the illusion technique. Even if it was only a fraction of a second, it would still cause a huge reversal in the battle.

Moreover, when Han Feng's Cultivation base soared, the Primordial Spirit Power would also slightly increase. Although it wasn't much, it would at least increase its power a little.

After the Astral Pupil advanced, Han Feng stayed for a few more days until his body completely recovered and he adapted to the eight-horned star level Astral Pupil. Han Feng said goodbye to Hao Meili and the others and returned to the Great Jin Nation.

This time, Han Feng did not return to the Han family, but to the Lei Family.

Today, it was time to get rid of the clone of Ancestor Tuo Ba, Patriarch Wushuang, who was in the Nine Floors Tower.

. . .

Below the Nine Floors Tower, Han Feng gazed at the barrier with a sense of sadness.

He had sacrificed the lives of two seniors in order to seal Old Ancestor Wushuang.

A trace of blood Qi flowed out from the seal, filling the air with a dense blood Qi.

"Fortunately, I arrived in time. It seems like Patriarch Wushuang will break the seal again in a few years' time. But now, since I'm here. . . " Han Feng sneered.

After breaking the seal, Han Feng jumped into it.

Within the sealing barrier, Patriarch Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with surprise and surprise. "The seal has been broken!"

Saint Emperor's face was pale. "What?! The seal has been broken? How is that possible? Didn't you say that it would take a few more years?" The Saint Emperor was a super late Great Saint Realm expert back then. Due to the secret technique from last time, the only Saint Emperor's Cultivation base left was the middle Great Saint Realm. Up until now, he still hadn't recovered from the shock.

The Saint Emperor hated the culprit who caused all of this. He had long sworn to slaughter the entire Lei Family. Now that the seal had been broken, the Sacred Emperor was thinking about how to take revenge on the Han family. It would be best if he could torture Han Feng to death.

Patriarch Wushuang's tone suddenly turned serious. "It was an outsider who broke the seal. It was that kid from back then!" Patriarch Wushuang's Yuan Shen soon found out everything.

"It's that kid!" Saint Emperor's face was filled with hatred.

Patriarch Wushuang said in a deep voice, "This kid is very different from the last time. I can't even see the bottom of it. "

"Hmph, how many years has it been? How much can a ancient family genius improve in less than ten years?" The Saint Emperor did not mind. His intense hatred made the Saint Emperor move and run towards Han Feng.

Patriarch Wushuang did not stop him. He said thoughtfully, "Let this kid test it out. "

. . .

"Kid, die!" The moment the Saint Emperor saw Han Feng, he sent a palm strike towards Han Feng.

Han Feng did not dodge or evade as he threw out a punch. An ordinary punch collided with the Saint Emperor's punch that was filled with cold killing intent. Invisible Qi fluctuations burst out, sealing the space and shaking it.

Blood sprayed out of the Saint Emperor's mouth and he turned into a mist of blood as he flew backwards.

"Impossible! How could you!? . . . " Saint Emperor raised his head with difficulty and looked at Han Feng in disbelief.

How could this brat who was powerless in his hands back then have such terrifying strength now? Could it be that his memory was rough? It was not less than ten years outside, but several hundred years had already passed?

Han Feng was indifferent. He said lightly: "Mid Great Saint Realm. . . Can't even take a single punch from me?"

Han Feng's contemptuous tone had completely enraged the Saint Emperor.

"Blood Thunder Devil Bloodline, condense!"

"First form!"

"Second form!"

"Third form!"

Saint Emperor unleashed his full power and attacked Han Feng.

"Blood Thunder Dark Moon!"

This was the strongest power that the Saint Emperor could unleash at this moment.

However, Han Feng still shook his head. He thought back to how tiny he was when he was attacked by such an attack. But now, such an attack was like an itch to him. Han Feng knew that this had a lot to do with the severe loss of his opponent's Cultivation base.

If he was at the peak of the Saint Emperor realm, even if he still didn't take this attack seriously, Han Feng wouldn't be able to bear it with his body.

The Saint Emperor's strike hit Han Feng hard and devoured him. The Saint Emperor's face was filled with joy, but before the joy disappeared, it was replaced by a stiff expression.

"How is this possible!?" The Saint Emperor's eyes widened.

Han Feng, who was in the midst of the energy storm, was completely unharmed. He could even find time to look at the Saint Emperor in ridicule.

The Saint Emperor was finally frightened. He subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"Don't leave if you're here. " Han Feng's Saint Origin exploded. Without even using the Martial Skill, he punched Saint Emperor and killed him.

Up till now, Saint Emperor had changed from a synonym for Han Feng to a form of the past.

At the moment of his death, Saint Emperor's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

. . .

"What a lad! To think that he has reached the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm!" Patriarch Wushuang's gloomy voice entered Han Feng's ears.

The moment the Saint Origin erupted, Han Feng's Cultivation base could no longer be concealed. The peak of the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm was exposed in front of Patriarch Wushuang's eyes.2

Sensing that Han Feng was only at the ninth level of the Great Saint Realm Nine Heavens, Patriarch Wushuang felt relieved.

This time, the seal was not so stable. Not only did Patriarch Wushuang's Cultivation base not fall, but Yinyin had also become stronger. Currently, he was no weaker than the Second Heavenly Layer of the Peak of Saint Realm.

Blood and Qi filled the air, forming a huge palm that violently slapped towards Han Feng. "Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too careless. In just a few short years, you have grown to such an extent. If you can endure it for a few more years, perhaps the Cultivation base will catch up to me. "

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