1109: C1109 New World

C1109 New World

Pain!

A light breeze blew past, and a dense smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Ye Feng who had just woken up from his coma and barely opened his eyes rubbed his heavy head. At this moment, his brows were tightly knitted, and there was only one feeling in his entire body, and that was … Pain!

The pain was terrible.

The blood stains on the big and small wounds had dried up, and there were many mottled wounds on his body. According to Ye Feng's powerful physique, since these injuries were not fatal, they would quickly be healed.

However, the pain coming from the bottom of his heart did not come from any external wounds.

Closing his eyes to take a look inside, even Ye Feng, who was naturally optimistic, couldn't help but reveal a helpless and bitter smile.

Sixty to seventy percent of the meridians in his body had been damaged, and were simply unable to channel spirit energy, which also caused Ye Feng's meridians to not only be damaged, but also be waterless, and be almost exhausted.

The dantian was the base of Martial Cultivator and was the most important place. If it was damaged, it would be quite troublesome and would need a long period of time to recover.

"This is really bad … "Right now, I can only display two or three levels of elemental energy at most …"

Ye Feng who had just finished looking inside sighed, and shook his head with a bitter smile.

With his dantian damaged, the spirit energy in his meridians was unusable, and he was simply unable to unleash the power of the Emptiness Realm. In other words, Ye Feng's current strength was at its limits.

But at least he survived.

He successfully escaped from the demon god's demonic claws.

Whoosh!

After taking in a deep breath, Ye Feng struggled to get up. After sweeping a glance at his surroundings, his face quickly revealed a look of shock.

Wherever his eyes looked, there were lakes, plains, and strange peaks. Strands of white clouds covered the sky, coiling around the peak in the distance, and when he raised his head, the sky was completely clear. The heaven and earth's origin energy was so dense that it could make one's hair stand on ends, as if just one breath of it was equivalent to several days of bitter cultivation in an ordinary Martial Cultivator.

It was clear that this place was not a Yuanwu Continent, but rather the ancient continent that had the Profound One Sect. As expected of the dimensional realm, its level was one level higher, and the density of the Essence in this world was several times higher than that of the Origin realm.

This was a good thing for Ye Feng. With sufficient vitality, coupled with some healing Pill, his internal and external injuries would recover even more quickly.

Reaching into his bosom, Ye Feng planned to take out a few Pill and heal his wounds first.

However, with a mere touch, his expression instantly turned unsightly. His bosom was completely empty, and all the spatial spirit artifacts such as Storage Ring s and Storage Bag s had been completely destroyed by the pressure of the spatial turbulence.

A storage spirit artifact was a tool that was created using the power of space. If it were to be crushed by the power of time and space of a high level, it wouldn't be surprising for the small inner world to shatter. But this outcome gave Ye Feng a severe blow, causing him to be unable to resist the pain in his heart for a good while.

All of the Spiritual Stone, Pill s, including the Moluo Blade s and other spirit artifacts had been turned into nothing.

However, there was an Innate Earth Spirit and Stone Giant sealed within the storage. At this time, no matter if it was him or her, he would not dare to open it.

It really was … It could only be described with one word: tragic!

After toiling for 10,000 years, he finally returned to before liberation in a single night.

"Dragonlion!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng seemed to have thought of something. His heart quivered as he reached out to grab the Spiritual Beast Bag at his waist. That thing was also a spatial spirit artifact, before he teleported, he kept the Devil Flame Dragonlion in his bag.

There were no more Pill, just a single movement was enough to earn them back.

The Devil Flame Dragonlion was Ye Feng's partner for a long time, if anything happened, it would be a tragedy.

The heavy Spiritual Beast Bag still hung at his waist, looking completely unharmed. Ye Feng immediately summoned it, but the Devil Flame Dragonlion did not respond like before.

Dammit …" Something really happened.

Ye Feng's heart immediately became cold.

He carefully placed the Spiritual Beast Bag on the ground and fiercely patted his unconscious head. He forcefully shot a strand of his mind energy into it.

After a while, Ye Feng finally let out a long exhale. Although his face was even paler, his expression was much more gratified.

The Dragonlion was fine, it was currently fast asleep inside the Spiritual Beast Bag, and looking at it, it seemed to be very different from before.

Ye Feng understood what was going on.

Earlier, when he was teleporting away, he casually collected the corpses of the Golden Python, the mysterious black phoenix Blood Essence and the toad giant demon. The blood of the three Demonic Beast s was even more noble than the blood of the Devil Flame Dragonlion s, and the black phoenix among them was a direct descendant of the phoenix, so the corpses of the Blood Essence s and toad giant demons could no longer be seen.

If one obtained such a lucky chance and didn't advance to become a true dragon, then it would be a bit unreasonable.

Unfortunately … Now was not the time.

Ye Feng was at the lowest point in his life now, and he was counting on the Devil Flame Dragonlion to protect him.

"Big Sister Huan Wu!?"

Helplessly, Ye Feng hung the Spiritual Beast Bag by his waist and called out to Succubus Huan Wu twice. However, Succubus Huan Wu was heavily injured, so no matter how hard he tried to call for him, there was no response.

After a moment, he could only choose to give up. Right now, he could only rely on himself.

He would stay in this mountain range to recuperate before heading out to find someone else to understand the general situation of this world.

Just like this, in a blink of an eye, a few days had passed. Ye Feng stayed in the mountain range, hunting a wild beast when he was hungry, drinking a mouthful of fresh spring water when he was thirsty, and slowly recuperating from his injuries, waiting for his strength to recover.

The restoration of the Dantian could not be done overnight, but his external injuries had mostly healed in the past few days.

Roughly four days later, Ye Feng was finally about to leave the mountain range. The moment he thought about how he was going to deal with the Martial Cultivator of a dimensional realm, he couldn't help but feel an additional trace of anticipation.

But just in that moment, Ye Feng's heart suddenly flashed with warning, and he abruptly stopped to dodge.

A Sap that carried a heavy sound of breaking through the air was suddenly struck empty air, directly striking the ground behind Ye Feng, creating a deep crater as it hit the ground.

"Eh? To think that he was able to avoid my sneak attack. You do have some ability. "

A voice that sounded a little strange but was completely understandable resounded beside Ye Feng's ears.

Turning his head around, Ye Feng only saw a figure jumping down from a large tree behind him, currently sizing himself up with a disdainful gaze.

This was the first time he had met a Martial Cultivator of a dimensional realm, so Ye Feng couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

It was a tall, muscular man with jet-black skin and messy eyes. He had a beard that was half black and half yellow, growing like weeds. He looked very rude. He held a short stick, about the length of a person, which was as thick as the arm of a child. His cultivation base was about the fifth or sixth level of the Xiantian realm.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Have you ever seen a robber grow so powerful? "

"Tiger Lord, I've been doing some unorthodox business near the King's Ridge. Even if it's not a thousand, there's at least eight hundred that fell into his hands. If you know what's good for you, obediently hand over all your wealth and Spiritual Stone storage rings … "

The Martial Cultivator actually robbed him?

Ye Feng could kill such a small fry with a finger in the past, but who would have thought that he would be robbed today?

Ye Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh at such a laughable scene, "You truly are bullied by dogs when a tiger falls to the ground."

"Haha!" "For the sake of praising Tiger Lord, I'll spare your life. Take out your storage ring and move freely …" The dark skinned man grinned, staring at Ye Feng and shouted in satisfaction.2

"This... Did I praise you? " Ye Feng revealed a look of astonishment.

"Didn't you say that a tiger falls to the plain? Pui … Stinking brat, are you calling Tiger Lord a dog … "You're courting death!" As he said that, the brawny fellow bellowed, he raised the short rod in his hand, stepped on it until it made a "bang" sound, and charged towards Ye Feng.

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