2283: C2283 Undying Heavenly Tree

C2283 Undying Heavenly Tree

The instant the fist hit Highest Soul Patriarch, the Burning Heaven Divine Fist's Burning Heaven Force instantly surged into Highest Soul Patriarch's body, destroying all the organs in his body.

A moment later, the power of the Burning Heaven Fist exploded from Highest Soul Patriarch's body. Highest Soul Patriarch widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it. He was the dignified Highest Soul Patriarch. The number one expert of the Battle Soul Continent had fallen just like that.

He had fallen in the hands of someone from the outside world who was only equivalent to a Second Grade Soul Ancestor in terms of cultivation realm.

Gradually, Highest Soul Patriarch closed his eyes and revealed a bitter smile. He couldn't even be compared to the geniuses of the outside world, yet he still wanted to become the strongest expert in the outside world. It seemed like he was still confused by the number one Battle Soul Continent in so many years.

He was still a weakling.

The aura gradually dissipated, and Highest Soul Patriarch fell.

Han Feng sighed. Thinking back to the past, Highest Soul Patriarch was a terrifying existence to him. Now that more than two thousand years had passed, Highest Soul Patriarch was no longer a match for him.

"My current overall combat strength has almost reached the basic combat strength of Five King of Change. Of course, it's the foundation of a Heavenly Venerate. " Han Feng measured his own strength.

The so-called basic combat strength was the combat strength of an ordinary Divine King. In other words, it was the basic strength without the support of a divine tool, divine king technique, divine body, and bloodline.

Thus, even if his combat strength reached the basic level of Five King of Change, Han Feng didn't have any pride. In the end, his basic combat strength was only his basic combat strength. Even if it was Five King of Change, who had the foundation of a low-grade Empyrean, he could casually use a divine king technique to instantly kill him.

However, Han Feng was only Second King of Change now. Han Feng estimated that as long as he reached the Divine King of Four Transformations, he would be able to surpass most of Five King of Change.

If the Imperishable Bible had a greater breakthrough, his combat strength would be even stronger!

Highest Soul Patriarch! He was the number one person in the Battle Soul Continent, and he was very powerful. He had lived for many years. It was a very complicated thing to remove the messy memories and leave only the ones that were beneficial to Han Feng.

Fortunately, Fatty and the Heavenly Fire Tower had been unsealed for a long time. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to succeed in a few days and nights.

And now, half a day later, Han Feng had obtained the most essential part of Highest Soul Patriarch's memory.

For example, the seventh layer of the Imperishable Bible.

For example, the jade slip.

"So that's how it is. Highest Soul Patriarch only managed to comprehend the Imperishable Bible after comprehending the jade slip. "

"Due to the limitations of the Cultivation base realm, Highest Soul Patriarch only managed to comprehend the seventh level. All along, he wanted to comprehend the eighth level, but he failed. "

"But I'm not too far away from the Third King of Change realm. This jade slip still has a lot of energy left, and I also have the Time House. Perhaps with the Imperishable Bible in my hands, I can comprehend the eighth level or even higher. "

"I wonder how much my combat strength will increase once I reach that realm?"

"Now, it's time to go to the Holy Spirit Palace. "

. . .

The Holy Spirit Palace was guarded by numerous experts. After Highest Soul Patriarch had fallen, they had received the news from the extinguished soul lamp.

With the Rank Six Soul Ancestors in the lead, the Holy Spirit Palace's Soul Ancestors formed a large formation. Soul energy circulated continuously, and it could be gathered on one of them.

Han Feng descended from the sky, and these Soul Ancestors immediately launched their attacks.

Han Feng slapped his palm back, and the world energy turned into a large hand that burned with Chaos Heavenly Flame. It slammed down fiercely at the Soul Ancestors.

These formations were indeed powerful, they could condense the energy of many people into a single person. However, even if these people combined their strength, how could they be a match for Highest Soul Patriarch, who was at the same level as him?

Even Highest Soul Patriarch had fallen in Han Feng's hands, and this was even more true for these soul ancestors.

* Hong Long * As the huge palm landed, a loud rumbling sound was heard. Many of the buildings in the Holy Spirit Palace were shattered.

* Hong Long. . . . . . *0

As the targets of the attack, the Soul Ancestors who had formed the array all fell to the ground, spitting out blood. Their faces were deathly pale.

"Eh? They're not dead?" Han Feng was surprised for a moment. It seemed like this grand formation was not completely useless. It should have allowed these Soul Ancestors to divide their injuries equally. That was why each of them was severely injured. The aura was weak, but not a single one of them died.

However, that was all there was to it.

Han Feng once again struck with his palm, destroying a few miles of the surrounding area. This time, even if these Soul Ancestors were to divide their injuries equally, all of them would still be killed.

Han Feng's two strikes had killed more than half of the Soul Ancestors in Holy Spirit Palace.

As for the remaining Soul Ancestors, they were either too weak and didn't dare to attack.

Or they were Soul Ancestors who were either First Grade disciples or First Grade disciples. Before this, they weren't Core disciples. This also meant that their loyalty to the Holy Spirit Palace was far inferior to the Soul Ancestor who was a true disciple. The one who dared to attack Han Feng was the Soul Ancestor who was a true disciple.

Since their loyalty was not high enough, these Soul Ancestors naturally wouldn't sacrifice their lives for the Holy Spirit Palace. All of them secretly slipped away.

Han Feng didn't care too much about these soul ancestors.

He wasn't a murderous devil, could it be that he had to eliminate all the Holy Spirit Palace?

After absorbing Highest Soul Patriarch's essence and memories, Han Feng knew that the Holy Spirit Palace had a dungeon specifically used to imprison prisoners. Tu Xing was also captured.

Thinking of Tu Xing's help over the years, Han Feng went straight to the dungeon. As soon as his divine soul came out, he found Tu Xing.

Crack. . .

The cell was shattered by Han Feng's palm. Han Feng saw Tu Xing, who was hung on the wall in a sorry state.

Han Feng's eyes darkened. Even he needed some treasures to fully recover from such an injury.

Sighing, Han Feng saved Tu Xing. The energy of the world in his body flowed into Tu Xing's body. Of course, this wouldn't allow Tu Xing to fully recover, but it would at least allow him to stand up and move freely.

It didn't take long. Tu Xing struggled to open his eyes.

The moment he saw Han Feng, Tu Xing's pupils shrank, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief. It was as if he couldn't believe that Han Feng had arrived so quickly.

"Senior. . . " Tu Xing felt that he was dreaming. Could it be that Highest Soul Patriarch was eliminated by senior so quickly? Or could it be that he had been unconscious for too long?

Han Feng said indifferently. Highest Soul Patriarch is dead. Don't worry. The one who tortured you. . . I won't let any of them go. "

The power of the world swept out, and the entire dungeon was absorbed into Han Feng's world. This space had already been sealed by Han Feng's power of the world.

Unless the power of the world was above Han Feng's, there was no way for him to break through the world domain and escape.

Those Holy Spirit Palace disciples who were interrogating Tu Xing were naturally imprisoned in this world.

When mentioning those Holy Spirit Palace disciples, Tu Xing's eyes were filled with blood and hatred.

. . .

A moment later, Han Feng and Tu Xing arrived at the highest level of the dungeon, and the exit was just one level higher.

On the ground, eight people were trembling.

These eight people had prison guards, as well as the true disciples who had interrogated Tu Xing earlier.

Han Feng sat on the side, too lazy to pay attention to these prison guards and true disciples. He said to Tu Xing: "I'll leave these people to you to deal with. You can do whatever you want. Their soul power has already been locked by me. They won't be able to resist. "

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