People in the hall didn't look good. The Little Peng King was too unreasonable. Even the Dragon King in Blue frowned.
"Why invite Yan Ruyu? Just invite the Blue Dragon King and kill that birdman with one slap!" Tu Fei was enraged.
He knew it was impossible. The Little Peng King had an extremely powerful ancestor. He was called the Peng King, a giant of the Monster Clan.
Not to mention the Peng King's invincible competence, the Sky Peng's speed was enough to give the Great Sage a headache. No one could stop him in this world.
Ye Fan also felt aggrieved. He hated that he couldn't enter the Four Extreme Secret Domains and kill the Little Peng King with one slap.
This Peng King was too arrogant. He wanted to take the cauldron made of Source Qi. He didn't say much and just wanted to take his life. Shi Yan had never met such a madman before.
However, the Little Peng King was really strong. He was one of the Four Extreme Secret Domains. His cultivation base was so profound that it could be compared to Yao Guang's Saint Son.
"You should just endure it. No one in the younger generation is a match for him. Even if there are people in the older generation who can kill him, they wouldn't dare to make a move. If the old Peng King is provoked, then it would be a great disaster." A demon cultivator advised.
"Holy sh * t! This birdman's background is so powerful. No wonder why he wants to go to the Jade Lake Grand Meeting and fight against Yao Guang's Saint Son. He's not afraid at all," cursed Tu Fei.
"The Little Peng King can't find a rival among the young generation. He does have the capital to be arrogant. It's useless to talk about other things." A monster cultivator shook his head.
The Sky Peng Tribe was favored by God. Their bodies were strong enough to fight against flood dragons. On top of that, they were extremely fast. No race in this world could catch up with them.
The Little Peng King used all of these advantages. His fighting power was unparalleled in the same realm. The Sky Peng King's speed was unparalleled. He could even dodge the soul consciousness attack.
Even though Ye Fan had the Old Lunatic's footwork, he was not as fast as the Little Peng King. Unless he entered the Four Extreme Secret Domains, he wouldn't be able to compete with the Little Peng King in terms of speed.
After all, the Old Lunatic had used this footwork to catch up with the Sky Peng King.
"Holy sh * t! This birdman is so annoying!" Tu Fei had a big mouth and didn't care about his words.
"Isn't it just a little bird? Just roast it. Back then, this emperor loved to roast little birds the most." At this moment, the Black Emperor, who had been silent all this time, muttered in a low voice.
Ye Fan really wanted to give it a kick. This damned dog only knew how to boast shamelessly. He didn't see it do anything just now.
"Human brat, I'll wait for you outside!" The Golden-winged Little Peng transmitted his voice from outside the palace, and then completely quieted down.
He picked up the golden hair and twirled it on his finger. "Wind Peng. Ye Fan.." Ye Fan "Peng."
"said." Kid, "said" Peng "," King "'t." Kid "
"Shut up!" Ye Fan didn't want this stupid dog to guess randomly and kept the golden hair.
"Fan" Yan Peng "Yan." Peng "Peng" Ye't do, "Feng Peng Peng Long., Peng" Peng "Peng Peng" Peng, T.
The Peacock King and the Blue Flood Dragon didn't have much lifespan left. Usually, they were cultivating in seclusion. If there was nothing important, no one would disturb them.
Although Little Peng King was strong, he wasn't strong enough to ask them to get out of seclusion. Not long after, the sound of nature arose from outside the palace. Yan Ru Yu had arrived.
She looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Her white dress dragged on the ground, her black hair danced in the wind, and her long eyelashes trembled. Her eyes seemed to be misty, like a blooming divine lotus, and her whole person had an ethereal temperament.
She looked around eighteen or nineteen years old. Her white dress dragged on the ground. Her black hair fluttered, and her long eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes were misty like a blooming divine lotus. Her aura was ethereal.
"You must be the Yan Fairy. In this world, there isn't such a beautiful fairy. It's my good fortune to see you today." Tu Fei came to greet her, complimenting her continuously.
"Men should be bad," the big black dog didn't give him face, mumbling.
Tu Fei was baffled, but he couldn't burst out. He politely invited Yan Ru Yu to sit as if he was the owner of this place.
Not to mention him, even the several young experts of the Demon Race who often saw Yan Ruyu were in a trance at this moment. Everyone would admire and yearn for perfection.
"Yan Fairy, we meet again," Ye Fan greeted her.
Yan Ru Yu smiled and nodded to him. "Little Brother Ye's cultivation base has advanced fast. Congratulations."
"What's there to congratulate? Little Brother Ye is in big trouble. A madman has laid his eyes on him. The Little Peng King wants to take his life." Tu Fei went straight to the main topic.
"Why?" Yan Ru Yu's smile and frown were moving. Her voice was like the sound of nature.
"The Little Peng King has laid his eyes on Little Brother Ye's Original Root of Source Energy. He wants to steal it and take his life," Tu Fei was indignant.
"The holy treasure of heaven and earth can move people's hearts. Even if the Little Peng King doesn't want it, someone else will take action," said Yan Ru Yu. Light moved in her beautiful eyes. She had experienced this before.
Several of the young Demon Clan experts present looked a little unnatural. Although they were sitting there, they did have other thoughts in their minds.
"You have the holy treasure. Of course, people will covet it. You should hide and cultivate," said Yan Ru Yu.
She didn't say that Ye Fan shouldn't come here. However, she pointed out that the cave palace of the Monster Clan's almighty expert wasn't his pure land.
When Ye Fan burned the Great Elder of the Ji family in the Southern Area, he had exposed the cauldron made of Source Energy.
As long as he showed his real body, no matter where he was, he would be targeted.
However, he didn't have a choice this time. He had to use his real body to enter the important area of the Monster Clan to build a good relationship with his old friends. Otherwise, he couldn't find Pang Bo's whereabouts.
The Little Flood Dragon said, "Peng brother has crossed the line. Fairy, please help me persuade him."
Yan Ru Yu's identity wasn't ordinary. She was the descendant of the Monster Clan's Great King. Moreover, her cultivation base was incredible. Two years ago, she had fought with the God King Physique of the Ji family in the Southern Area.
"I will try to persuade him," nodded Yan Ru Yu.
Outside the palace, there were beautiful mountains and rivers. Beautiful scenery was everywhere. Strange rocks, Longevity Pines, mist, and waterfalls were all magnificent.
There were many palaces and pavilions in the mountains. Opposite them was a green mountain with old pine trees. There was a pavilion on the peak of the mountain, which was surrounded by Longevity Pines. The Little Peng King and some beast cultivators were sitting there, drinking.
The Little Flood Dragon, Yan Ru Yu, Ye Fan, and Tu Fei flew over and landed. The Little Peng King stood up, gazing at Ye Fan. His murderous aura was like a rising tide, diffusing everywhere.
"What are you doing?" Yan Ru Yu parted her red lips and asked.
The Little Peng King clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Fairy Yan. I want to take the Mysterious Yellow Origin Root!" He didn't conceal anything and directly stated his intention.
"Ye Fan and I are old friends. He's my guest. You're crossing the line, aren't you?" Yan Ru Yu stood on the peak of the mountain. Her white dress fluttered as if she wanted to ride the wind and fly away.
"Our Monster Clan always respects the strong. Fairy Yan, he's just a trash from the Desolate Antiquity. Don't bully me." The Little Peng King's golden hair fluttered, his eyes like electric beams.
"He's an old friend of mine. I don't want you to trouble him," Yan Ru Yu stood still.
"You're the descendant of the Great Emperor. You have the holy blood of the Monster Clan in your body. You shouldn't have a relationship with a cripple. I'm going to kill him to cut the unnecessary karma for the Princess!" The Little Peng King's voice was resolute as his murderous aura shot up.
"Damn it! This birdman is crazy!" Tu Fei cursed in a low voice.
"Enough! What's your logic?" Yan Ru Yu wasn't happy. "He's my friend. What does he have to do with Xiu?"
"He has a holy treasure like the Source Qi Root. Today, it appears in the important place of our Monster Clan. It's God's will. I should get it." The Little Peng King didn't flinch.
"So, you want to kill my friend because of your selfish desire?" Yan Ru Yu's flawless face beamed a faint smile.
"You can't say that. I have the aspiration of the Great Emperor. If I get it, I can refine it into an extreme weapon. It will strengthen our Monster Clan!" The Little Peng King's voice was resolute. His golden hair fluttered in the wind. Two sharp lights shot out from his eyes.
"Aren't you afraid that the wind will cut your tongue? How many Great Emperors could there be? Do you think a lunatic like you can achieve that? "Tu Fei smiled faintly.
"Well, I'm invincible in the younger generation of the Eastern Barren Continent. I'm as strong as the Great Emperor when he was young!" The Little Peng King's eyes shot out two beams of cold light. He looked at Tu Fei as if he was looking at a dead man. "I can take your life in three moves. You can come and try!"
His eyes revealed a crazy murderous intent as he strode forward. He really wanted to take Tu Fei's life with an arrogant attitude.
Tu Fei was enraged. He had fought with the Yao Guang Saintess for a long time and could still protect himself. Now, the Little Peng King wanted to kill him in three moves. This made him feel wronged. He gritted his teeth and said, "Lunatic!"
However, he controlled his impulse and didn't rush over. The Little Peng King was too terrifying. Not long ago, he had joined hands with Qingyi, but they were blown away by the Little Peng King's left hand.
One had to know that Qingyi was on the same level as the Saints of the Great Sage's land!
The Little Peng King turned around and stared at Ye Fan. "Come here and accept your death!"
"If it was before the Primordial Era, would you dare to kill the Sacred Body of the Ancients?" Tu Fei asked.
"Unfortunately, those days are gone forever. There's no turning back." The Little Peng King was indifferent.
"It's hard to say. Maybe he will be a miracle." Yan Ru Yu gracefully stepped forward and stopped him.
The Little Peng King stopped and said coldly, "Your Highness, you shouldn't have stopped me. There's no hope for such a person. He's not the only one after all these years. Didn't those holy lands train him before? In the end, they still gave up. "
"Things may go wrong." Yan Ru Yu's body did not move as she stood in front of him.
The Little Peng King sneered and said, "You and I both know that there's only one way out for this kind of physique …"
He continued to speak, and it was actually not far from what Ye Fan had guessed.
In the past, several holy lands had discovered the Sacred Body of the Ancients and secretly trained them. However, it was difficult for them to open up the Sea of Suffering.
Later, they finally came up with a way to overcome the difficulties, which allowed them to achieve amazing results in their cultivation.
Once the Sacred Body of the Ancients could be cultivated, as long as there were endless spiritual medicines, their cultivation would improve very quickly. Moreover, their combat strength was immeasurable. Even the Lords of the Great Sage could not compare to them when they were young.
However, every step forward with this physique required a huge amount of resources. Even the holy lands could not afford it.
There was once a holy land that spent millions of kilograms of Source to train a Sacred Body of the Ancients to the Fifth Level of the Daoist Palace. However, even a holy land with a deep foundation could not afford it.
According to their speculations, to complete the Fifth Level of the Daoist Palace and break into the Four Levels Secret Realm would require at least millions of kilograms of Source. Even the holy lands could not afford it.
Moreover, no one knew what kind of difficulties would be encountered after entering the Four Levels Secret Realm. Whether or not one could continue to cultivate was uncertain.
Therefore, the sects with some foundation knew that the Sacred Body of the Ancients would definitely stop at the Fifth Level of the Daoist Palace. It was impossible to cross the "Barren Chasm".
In this world, even the holy lands could not produce millions of kilograms of Source. It was an astronomical number that made people despair!
The Great Sage all failed. They came to the conclusion that the Sacred Body of the Ancients had fallen and could no longer reproduce the invincible posture of the past. It would never be able to rise again.
From then on, many sects in the world learned that the Sacred Body of the Ancients had become a useless physique. No matter how much they paid to train it, it would eventually stop at the Four Levels Secret Realm.
It was impossible to enter the Four Levels Secret Realm unless the holy lands were crazy enough to work together and provide millions of kilograms of Source to help this physique break through the shackles.
Obviously, this was impossible. With so many resources, it was enough to train a large number of masters. There was no need to squander it like this, as the gains did not make up for the losses.
As for whether or not the cultivation path of the Sacred Body of the Ancients would still be difficult after entering the Four Levels Secret Realm, the Great Sage had no way of knowing because no one had ever tried to reach that step.
The Little Peng King was extremely cold and said, "I think you guys should be aware of the situation. What awaits him is a dead end. Why don't you let me help him get out of this? The Source Root of All Qi should be in my hands, so I can forge my path to the Great Emperor!"
The Little Peng King was as beautiful as jade. She had an otherworldly temperament. Like thin clouds covering the bright moon, like a gentle breeze caressing jade flowers, she looked like a fairy from heaven. She shook her head slightly and said, "The Great Emperor is not something that can be achieved by a heartless person. I won't allow you to kill him."
The Little Peng King took a step forward. His strong body had a demonic aura, and his aura was oppressive. He said, "How am I a heartless person? I came to the Green Dragon King's place of seclusion to propose to the princess."
"How could Fairy Yan marry a madman like you?" The blabbermouth Tu Fei said.
"Who else but me?" The Little Peng King looked around and said, "If I become the Monster Emperor one day, the princess will be the Monster Empress."
"I've never seen such an arrogant birdman. Wait until you have the aura of the Great Emperor before you come out and brag!" Tu Fei said angrily.
"You'll see in the future!" The Little Peng King's tone was calm, but his murderous intent was soaring. He reached out his hand to grab Ye Fan.
Bang!
The entire mountain shook. Yan Ruyu made her move and flicked out a crystal lotus to block the Little Peng King's hand.
"I'm just killing a Primordial Degenerate. Princess, are you really going to stop me? Is it worth it?!" The Little Peng King's eyes were as sharp as knives.
"You said you want to walk the path of the Great Emperor. Let me see if you have the talent to fight a Sacred Body of the Ancients of the same level," Yan Ruyu said calmly.
"Unfortunately, there is no Sacred Body of the Ancients of the same level for me to kill!" The Little Peng King put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone disdainfully.
"Killing a Sacred Body of the Ancients of the same level … This birdman is crazy. He's too arrogant!" Tu Fei could not help but curse.
"I can suppress your cultivation to the Second Realm of the Daoist Palace!" Yan Ruyu calmly extended her hand. Her palm was so dazzling that no one could look at it directly.
"An Extreme Path Weapon!"
Everyone was shocked. They felt an irresistible aura and could not help but tremble. This was the power of the Extreme Path, and it was a sacred weapon left behind by the Great Emperor of the Monster Clan.
"How many Great Emperors have there been since ancient times? They are all unparalleled. Do you dare to try and see if you can suppress a Sacred Body of the Ancients of the same level?!"
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