King Zhan Peng was about to hit the ground when he finally managed to stop himself from falling.
He finally landed on the ground. His clothes were stained with blood and his face was pale.
* Cough cough cough *
He kept coughing. Every time he coughed, he coughed up blood. His body swayed slightly, as if he was about to fall to the ground.
Many of them cast worried looks at the Great Roc King. At present, the Great Roc King's injuries must have worsened. Additionally, the opponent was a Rebirth stage cultivator. This was a level of strength that could cause others to despair.
Rebirth Realm cultivators were extremely rare in the Tianwu Continent. They were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Such a person could only be found in the Supreme Ancient Era.
The beasts naturally felt a deep sense of despair. After all, a Rebirth Realm cultivator was enough to dominate everything.
"This is troublesome. A Rebirth Realm cultivator has appeared. Demon Lord, let's make another deal." Lin Feng transmitted his voice to the Demon Lord.
He hated making deals with the Demon Lord because the Demon Lord was insatiably greedy.
But now, even a Rebirth Realm cultivator had appeared. How could they fight this battle?
King Zhan Peng had been hanging on by a thread. He had attacked continuously, but the Rebirth Realm cultivator had slapped him again.
Now, King Zhan Peng only had half a breath left.
How could he fight against a Rebirth Realm cultivator?
Moreover, King Zhan Peng had failed to pass the Rebirth Tribulation. In other words, King Zhan Peng hadn't reached the Rebirth Realm yet.
Even though King Zhan Peng's strength was heaven-defying, compared to a Rebirth Realm cultivator, he was still worlds apart.
… …
Hearing Lin Feng's transmission, the Demon Lord said, "Of course. This time, I need ten percent of your Undying Divine Blood."
Lin Feng's mouth twitched violently.
He really wanted to strangle the Demon Lord.
That bastard!
That was too much!
"Stop. I'll wait and see."
Lin Feng replied fiercely.
Now that the situation was unclear, he naturally wouldn't immediately make a deal with the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord sat on top of the lone grave. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Roc King, who was on the verge of collapsing. He seemed to be in deep thought.
…
"You only have one last breath left to hang on to your life. You didn't die even after being hit by my palm. You really surprised me!"
The old man who had attacked looked indifferent. "Logically speaking, the Qi in your body should have been dispersed by me, but you're still alive. If I'm not wrong, you must have eaten the nine-colored snow lotus. That lotus can gather Qi, so your Qi hasn't been dispersed."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The Great Roc King coughed three times and coughed up three more mouthfuls of blood. His face turned even paler.
The Great Roc King took a deep breath and said, "That's right, I ate the nine-colored snow lotus. That's why I'm still alive."
"You are indeed a peerless genius. Even after three hundred years, your dao injury still hasn't been able to take your life. However, everything will end today. I will kill you and use the Soul Searching Grand Art to search your soul's memories to see what secrets you are hiding."
The old man looked indifferent.
…
The old man's identity was very mysterious. Even the cultivators of the One Sect, Three Governments, and Eight Influential Groups were whispering to each other about who he was.
"Gong Sun Qian, we knew you weren't dead!"
At this moment, two voices came from the void. Then, two old men walked out.
One of the two old men was wearing a grey robe, while the other was wearing a green robe.
"Ancestor …"
When they saw the two old men, the higher-ups of the Tuoba Clan and the Zhongzheng Clan cried out in alarm and hurriedly bowed to them.
The old man in the grey robe was called Tuoba Yuan. He was the strongest cultivator of the Tuoba Clan and had been cultivating for nine thousand seven hundred years.
The old man in the cyan robe was called Zhongzheng Fu. He was the strongest cultivator of the Zhongzheng Clan and had been cultivating for nine thousand eight hundred years.
Only the higher-ups of the Tuoba Clan and the Zhongzheng Clan knew about them. Ordinary elders and juniors didn't even know about them.
"No need for formalities!"
…
The two old men waved their hands.
"It's our ancestor! He's not dead!" Shouted the cultivators of the Supreme Gate of Heaven. They hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Gong Sun Qian.
Gong Sun Qian's background was even greater.
Gong Sun Qian was from fifteen thousand years ago. When he was a thousand years old, he became the patriarch of the Supreme Gate of Heaven.
He didn't retire until he was nine thousand five hundred years old.
After that, he lived for more than ten thousand years.
Many people thought that Gong Sun Qian was about to die, but nobody had thought that he would live until he was twelve thousand years old.
Three thousand years ago, there was a rumor that Gong Sun Qian had died.
Who would have thought that a cultivator who died three thousand years ago would appear in front of everyone again?
"No need for formalities." Gong Sun Qian waved his hand.
The cultivators of the Supreme Gate stood up.
"A thousand-year tortoise, a ten-thousand-year tortoise, how can Gong Sun Qian live longer than a tortoise?" Lin Feng muttered.
"Brat? What are you talking about? "
Lin Feng's words couldn't escape Gong Sun Qian's ears. He coldly glanced at Lin Feng.
Many people looked at Lin Feng. The cultivators of the Supreme Gate were gnashing their teeth. They hated Lin Feng very much.
Lin Feng compared Gong Sun Qian to a ten-thousand-year tortoise. In their eyes, Lin Feng was desecrating Gong Sun Qian's dignity.
Lin Feng said, "Am I wrong? This senior has lived longer than a ten-thousand-year tortoise. "
"Pfft!"
Seeing Lin Feng say that Gong Sun Qian lived longer than a ten-thousand-year tortoise, many people couldn't help but laugh.
"This guy is really …" Princess Xue Yao shook her head. She didn't know how to describe Lin Feng. At this time, he still dared to mock a Rebirth realm cultivator. He was simply fearless.
Princess Xue Yao couldn't help but admire Lin Feng.
Even the Great Peng King couldn't help but smile.
Gong Sun Qian's mouth violently twitched, but he didn't have any intention of attacking Lin Feng.
An expert of his level disdained to attack Lin Feng.
"When the Great Peng King dies, we'll kill that brat first." The masked cultivator from the Upper Heaven Gate, Dongfang Ri, and the other experts, looked gloomy. They looked at Lin Feng with eyes full of killing intent.
Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Gong Sun Qian didn't attack Lin Feng. He knew that even if he didn't attack, the disciples of the Upper Heaven Gate would still help him kill Lin Feng.
"The three of you are here. It seems that this old man is too late." At that moment, an old man's voice came from afar. Another old man had arrived. He was originally a dozen li away, but in just a few steps, he had already arrived.
"It's the ancestor …" the expert from the Shangguan Clan shouted excitedly. He hurriedly saluted the old man.
"Four Rebirth Realm cultivators …" Lin Feng took a deep breath.
A Rebirth Realm cultivator could kill the Great Peng King with a flick of his finger.
Not to mention four?
On the side of the monster race cultivators, every one of them felt a deep sense of despair.
On the other hand, one sect, three prefectures, and eight influential groups were magnificent.
"Great Peng King, since you're a peerless genius, we'll give you a dignified death. You can end it yourself!"
Gong Sun Qian looked at the Great Peng King indifferently. In Gong Sun Qian's opinion, the Great Peng King wasn't an ant, but he wasn't much stronger than an ant.
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