Ye Fan strode towards the Light Palace. A one-meter-tall cauldron hung above his head. Wisps of Source Qi fell from it.
The Black Emperor was hidden in the cauldron as a hidden weapon, waiting to strike at the critical moment.
As soon as Ye Fan entered the palace, everyone gasped. His cauldron was too eye-catching, and people could not help but pay attention to it.
The Source Qi of All Creation Source Qi was something that could not be found in the entire Eastern Barren Territory. His entire cauldron was made of this thing, and there were no other impurities.
This could be said to be the prototype of an ultimate weapon. It was something that could drive people crazy, and it was the dream treasure of the descendants of the Land of the Great Sage.
Immediately, everyone present was excited. Even though many people had not seen Ye Fan before, they could guess that he had arrived. Because in the world, he was the only one who had such a sacred item.
A disciple of a large sect jumped out and said, "A sacred item like the Source Qi of All Creation Source Qi is something that even the Land of the Great Sage can only dream of. You are just a cultivator from the Holy Zhi Palace Secret Territory. What right do you have to have it?"
"What kind of person do you think can have it?" Ye Fan smiled faintly.
Not everyone dashed towards the Chaos Stones and was fixed there. Many people with weaker cultivation levels and felt that they could not compete for the Chaos Stones stood in the hall and did not fly into midair.
"The sacred item should be held in the hands of the large sects. Only then can it carry the will of the world and not let the sacred item be covered in dust." He looked aloof.
"Come, tell me which sect you are from. Let me wash my ears and listen carefully." Ye Fan looked at him.
"Don't play dumb. You have the guts to come here. Don't think about leaving today. Leave the cauldron behind!" The disciple revealed his murderous intent.
"You think you can get it?" Ye Fan laughed and glanced at him. This person was only at the First Heaven of the Holy Zhi Palace. Although it was not bad for his age, it depended on who he was compared to.
Today, many Sons of Saints had gathered. The so-called geniuses of the Holy Zhi Palace Secret Territory were really not enough. Ignoring the Saints, even the weakest of the people who were frozen had a cultivation level at the fourth Firmament of the Dao Palace.
"I'm from the North Region's Disillusionment Palace. Even if you hand over the cauldron today, you won't be able to keep your life!" He turned around and said to the others, "Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, what are you waiting for? Capture him, kill him, and take the cauldron. "
The powerful Sons of Saints were all imprisoned, and the geniuses of the various sects were also frozen in the air. The strongest person on the ground was only at the Third Heaven of the Holy Zhi Palace Secret Plane. In a sense, this was their chance, and there were no top cultivators of the younger generation fighting for it.
If he could snatch the Source Root of Myriad Qi, it would be much better than any Primal Chaos Stone. This was a sacred item exclusive to a Great Emperor. Its value was immeasurable.
Ye Fan's lips curled into a cold smile, "I've heard of the Disillusionment Palace, a great sect of the Northern Domain. But aren't you afraid of bringing shame to your reputation by robbing me so openly?"
"If there are still so many people who are going to die, let's kill him." This disciple was the first to charge forward.
Whoosh!
There was a flash of light, and he disappeared into thin air. At the same time, the other three closed in. They appeared and disappeared like ghosts, flickering in and out of existence. It was impossible to capture their trajectories.
This was their trump card. The name of their sect was "Disillusionment," referring to their movement techniques. They were like ghosts, making it difficult for others to capture them.
In addition, three of them were at the same level as Ye Fan. They were all at the Second Heaven of the Holy Zhi Palace, so they had nothing to fear.
"Hand over the cauldron and we'll give you a quick death!" The disciple at the First Heaven of the Holy Zhi Palace did not dare to step forward. He cooperated with his senior and junior brothers to attack.
"You want to kill me just because I handed over the cauldron?
"We'll give you a quick death. Our Disillusionment Palace is never one to drag things out. We'll definitely kill you in one strike," one of them mocked.
These people had heard of Ye Fan's name before, but they had never taken him seriously. As disciples of a great sect of the Northern Domain, these disciples were all proud and arrogant. In their eyes, outside of their holy land, there was no one who could be their match.
"What shameless boasting. If that's the case, why don't I send you on your way together?" Ye Fan looked calm.
"Chi!"
A disciple of the Disillusionment Palace made his move. A large sky-blue net descended. It was like the stars in the sky, sparkling brilliantly.
"Shua!"
The blue net enveloped him. The few of them laughed and were about to refine it when their expressions changed. It was an afterimage, not the true body.
It was obvious how fast Ye Fan's speed was. Crazy 'ole's footwork reached the extreme as he charged forward like a bolt of lightning.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"
Deep and powerful sounds rang out together like a single sound. The three experts of Disillusionment Palace seemed to be struck by lightning as they were all struck by a palm.
"Pfft!"
The three of them were torn apart almost at the same time, disappearing from where they stood and turning into a mist of blood.
"You …" The remaining disciple at the First Heaven of the Holy Zhi Palace looked horrified.
"Is this the great sect of the Northern Domain, Disillusionment Palace?" Ye Fan said with a smile.
"My Disillusionment Palace's outstanding disciples are locked up there. If not, you would have long been dead." This disciple was stubborn and did not beg for mercy.
"Oh, who are they? Point them out to me." Ye Fan looked into the sky. Many people were locked in place by the chaos stones.
"Senior Brothers, avenge me in the future!" The disciple shouted loudly.
"Unfortunately, you used your stubbornness in the wrong place. In a while, I'll test how strong your senior brothers are." Ye Fan shook his head and suddenly attacked, killing him.
"You really don't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is. You actually dare to come here." A person slowly walked out from the crowd. He was very calm, as though he was staring at a dead person. He looked at Ye Fan and said, "There's nothing to say. Leave this cauldron behind and kneel to the side to await punishment."
This tone infuriated Black Emperor, who was hiding in the cauldron. He nearly leaped out and attacked.
However, Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. This person was at the fourth Firmament of the Dao Palace and was much stronger than the people around him. He originally believed that the fourth Firmament Dao Palace cultivators had flown into the sky and were locked in place by the chaos stones. He never expected that there would be someone hiding in the crowd.
"And who are you?"
"Song Tianfeng, a disciple of the Northern Domain's great sect, Five Elements Hall." He walked forward in a very calm and composed manner.
Ye Fan had crossed realms to kill immortals and had killed some third Firmament Dao Palace cultivators. However, he had never truly fought a fourth Firmament Dao Palace cultivator before. He found it very dangerous.
"Did you not hear what I said?" Song Tianfeng held his hands behind his back and said with a calm expression, "Leave this cauldron behind and kneel to the side to await punishment."
Ye Fan smiled brilliantly. His snow-white teeth shimmered with a crystalline luster. His delicate face looked very young and even had a tinge of innocence.
"Is it funny? Are you waiting for me to break your legs before you are willing to kneel? "Song Tianfeng was still slowly walking forward.
"I'm laughing at the fact that you really don't understand me at all." Ye Fan wiped away his brilliant smile and shook his head.
"There is a need for me to understand a dead person." Song Tianfeng pressed forward step by step. He reached out a pitch-black hand that was as large as a house. It came pressing down fiercely as he shouted, "Kneel!"
"Duo!"
Ye Fan lightly shouted as a golden sword beam shot out from his glabella. His powerful perception manifested and rushed forward. The other party did not know that he had such a trump card. He had actually walked so close to him. It was a suicidal act.
"Ah!" Song Tianfeng screamed as he held his glabella and staggered backward.
But it was all too late. He had walked too close to the front and it was impossible for him to avoid this calamity. His perception was severely injured and with a thud, he knelt on one knee.
"You …" Just as he spat out a word, an inch-long golden sword rushed over and pierced through his forehead with a "pu" sound.
"Bang!"
Song Tianfeng grunted as his corpse fell to the ground.
Many people did not know that Ye Fan killed with his perception. They were all shocked. It was not until one of them exclaimed that the others understood.
"Ye Fan, you really have the guts of an immortal. You dare to interfere in this situation!" Several people came out one after another. The lowest cultivation level was at the second level of the Dao Palace, and there were two people at the fourth level.
"People of the Ji Family!" Ye Fan's face darkened. He had a great grudge with this family.
On the other side, a few more people came out of the crowd. They were disciples of the Yaoguang Holy Land, and there were also experts at the fourth level of the Dao Palace.
The Ji Family and the Yaoguang Holy Land moved. The others also gathered together, including the Great Sage. Although they did not make a move, they all aimed at Ye Fan's cauldron. It was obvious that they wanted to seize it.
At the same time, everyone took out a weapon and held it in front of their foreheads, afraid that he would attack with his perception.
"Hahaha …" Seeing them like this, Ye Fan could not help but laugh.
Today, Ye Fan's name was destined to spread, making the disciples of the Great Sage's land so afraid.
In fact, after today, many people would change their expressions when talking about Ye Fan. The first thing they would think of when facing him was defense.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan leaped up. He did not want to waste any more time in case something unexpected happened.
The ancient cauldron was only a meter tall. Above his head, a black and yellow aura fell. It was like silk ribbons, strand after strand. It was very thick, and it protected him tightly.
The cauldron above Ye Fan's head was unobstructed. The auspicious colors shot out by the Chaos Gems were all easily dissolved by the Myriad Source Qi.
At this moment, everyone's expression changed. This holy item was too heaven-defying. It was indeed an immortal material that even the Great Emperor dreamed of!
Even the extremely rare Chaos Gems couldn't stop him. Facing the Myriad Source Qi, they were powerless. Everyone wanted to take it for themselves.
This was definitely the rough embryo of an extreme dao weapon. In the future, once it produced "dao" and "reason," it would definitely be able to rule the Eastern Wasteland and suppress the world.
"The wicked daoist didn't appear …" Ye Fan muttered to himself, but he did not dare to lower his guard. He was ready to cross the void at any time. With a few steps, he arrived in front of the strange black stone.
"Chi!"
With a flash of light, he grabbed the ancient scroll in his hand. Only then did he relax.
Then, he tried to put away the Chaos Gems, but he felt that his divine power was not enough. It was difficult to succeed. This black stone was too heavy. If it was not refined, it was almost impossible to take it away.
"Put down the beast hide ancient scroll!" The people below were really anxious. They had worked so hard, and if it was taken away by someone else, they would not be willing.
"Are you all scolding me? Don't provoke me. Otherwise, I might accidentally kill your saint and saintess. "Ye Fan looked down.
As soon as these words came out, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The most outstanding disciples of the holy lands and sects were all frozen in midair. Only Ye Fan was not affected.
If he went crazy, it would be really bad. Thinking of this, everyone felt a wave of fear.
Swoosh!
With the cauldron on his head, Ye Fan walked forward and arrived not far away from the Little Peng King. His right hand was like a golden millstone, and it swung out.
Bang!
The Little Peng King was immediately sent flying, but he was quickly frozen again. The force field formed by the Chaos Gems restrained everything, and it was very difficult to struggle.
"Brat, you can't kill me!" The Little Peng King's eyes flashed with a wild light. After being frozen in midair, he only spoke now.
Bang!
Ye Fan punched out again. His golden fist was heavy and powerful. It hit the Little Peng King into the Chaos Gems, and the hall shook.
In the surroundings, the expressions of the saints changed, but no one said anything. Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
Ye Fan walked forward while looking around.
Ji Haoyue, the Alkaid Saint, Yao Xi, the Jade Lake Saintess … everyone's expression changed.
Under Ye Fan's gaze, the saints and saintesses of Dayan, Jiang Clan, Wan Chu, Zi Fu, Dao Yi, and the others felt uneasy. They were afraid that he would kill them.
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