Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"You!" Ouyang Feng's face turned blue and white, and he felt extremely aggrieved inside, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"Ancestor..."

The monks of the Banshan Sect were stunned. They didn't expect that the ancestor of the God Transformation Realm they were so proud of would have such no status in front of the monks from other Daozhou!

"It's an eyesore, why are you still standing there? You don't think you have the qualifications to be equal to us, do you?"

Another god-transforming elder from a large sect spoke up, his tone full of contempt.

"The natives of the deserted state really don't know what's important. Even if they break through to the realm of gods, they are still the lowest status of low-class people!"

A swordsman in green who was extremely famous in a certain Daozhou said with a sarcastic smile.

"That's right, you don't understand the rules at all!"

"Even if the cultivator from Huangzhou breaks through to become a god, he is still the lowest kind. Do you really think of yourself as a person?"

"Old guy, get out of here, don't be embarrassed!"

The sarcasm kept coming and going, as if they were slapping Ouyang Feng in the face.

This time, not only the Banshan Sect, but also the monks in Huangzhou gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and glared angrily.

Just because the other party is humiliating the entire Huangzhou cultivation world!

Ouyang Feng's face was extremely ugly, and he felt very angry inside. Doesn't he deserve respect because he was born in a deserted state?

Even foreign monks with lower realms than him dared to point their noses at him and ridicule him!

Do you really think he has no temper? !

"Fellow Taoists, I am a native of Huangzhou. I was born and raised in Huangzhou. It is true that the environment here is harsh, but the creatures here are not lowly!"

"After all, I am a monk in the realm of gods. Why do I have to go down obediently and let you step on my head?"

Ouyang Feng blushed and argued hard.

"Old dog, are you looking for death?!"

One by one, the god-transformation monks from outside forces shouted angrily, trying to use their power to overwhelm others and force Ouyang Feng to give in.

The huge murderous intention swept over him like a wave, making Ouyang Feng feel cold all over his body and his heart was trembling.

"You, you..."

His hair was numb and his throat was gulping.

He had worked hard for many years to achieve a breakthrough in becoming a god. He had tens of thousands of years to live in peace, so why should an accident happen at this juncture?

Hey, just give in!

After thinking about it, Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and descended dejectedly.

"Hahaha, the monk from Huangzhou is really greedy for life and afraid of death! Garbage is garbage!"

This scene made the foreign monks laugh and look even more contemptuous.

Ouyang Feng's face was in burning pain, and he felt that he was living a useless life, but in order to survive, he had no choice but to surrender.

Sudden.

Ouyang Feng's heart trembled.

At this time, the Huangzhou monks below were all silent, their faces full of disappointment, and the countless pairs of sad eyes were like sharp swords piercing Ouyang Feng's chest.

Especially the monks of the Banshan Sect, when they saw their ancestors being so useless, they felt like the sky was falling and they all became devastated.

Ouyang Feng felt so uncomfortable, as if there were billions of ants gnawing at his heart, stinging like pain. There was a faint sound in his head, making his breathing gradually become heavier.

"No!"

"I am the transformed god of Huangzhou, the No. 1 in Huangzhou!"

"If even I consider myself of low status, then what future does this barren state have?!"

"Even if I avoid the sharp edge this time and live quietly, I will still leave my inner demons behind, and life will be worse than death!!"

Ouyang Feng's thoughts were clear, and he seemed to have made up his mind. His eyes became extremely determined, and his anger exploded and swept through his body. His blood boiled like lava and burned throughout his body.

The descending figure suddenly stopped suddenly!

Immediately, it rose crazily like a shooting star! !

Under countless astonished gazes, Ouyang Feng's hair was dancing wildly. He stared at two beams of cold light that cracked the sky. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, exciting his blood.

"Monk from Huangzhou, why are you afraid of a battle!"

"If anyone is dissatisfied, please stand up for me!!!"

The majestic voice was full of determination and contained the intention of seeing death as home, and it echoed in the vast sky.

Swish!

The high-pitched sound of swords resounded throughout the world.

In Ouyang Feng's hand, there was a simple-looking heavy sword. The sword's body was engraved with a continuous mountain pattern, and it emitted a yellow halo that was as blazing as a small scorching sun.

At this time, he was holding a heavy sword and pointing forward. The figure of the monks filled the sky. How thin, lonely, but extremely dazzling his figure was!

"Ancestor!!"

The disciple of the Mountain Moving Sect roared with red eyes.

"Here comes the Banshan Sect's most powerful magic weapon, the eighth-grade treasure, the Kunshan Sword!" The sect leader said with pride and excitement.

Kunshan Sword can break everything!

It is the Banshan Sect, a well-deserved magic weapon to suppress the sect!

"Senior..." The monks in Huangzhou were greatly shocked. They did not expect that there would be a reversal later, and their originally dim eyes became bright again.

"Bold!"

"Insanity!"

"Old man, you are looking for death!!"

Angry shouts came one after another, like a violent storm.

Many foreign monks were very angry and felt insulted, so they all started to attack and kill Ouyang Feng.

Facing the overwhelming terrifying power, Ouyang Feng's back was as straight as ever.

His eyes are shining, and there is fearless faith in his brows!

"Come to fight!"

Ouyang Feng took the risk and shouted loudly.

"Come together and kill this old dog!" someone said angrily.

At this time, an arrogant voice sounded in the team, "Everyone, wait a minute!"

open mouth.

He is a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown and a dragon robe. He sits cross-legged on a gorgeous chariot with a proud posture. There are several terrifying beasts pulling at the front of the chariot, exuding a rich blood energy that is breathtaking.

"King Zhennan of the Wuzhou Shuntian Dynasty, a powerful man in the late stage of becoming a god."

There was a monk who was afraid of Tao.

The King of Zhennan said playfully: "This old guy is just a monk from a deserted state, and with so many of us dealing with him, I'm afraid it will make people laugh if word spreads about it."

"Let's do this. I am willing to show my shame and suppress him with only one hand."

heard.

Everyone thought it was reasonable and chose to sit on the sidelines.

"Old dog, let me show you how big the gap is between you and us!" King Zhennan sneered and raised his hand like lightning.

boom!

The majestic magic power turned into a giant hand holding up the sky, and slapped Ouyang Feng fiercely with power.

"kill!"

Ouyang Feng shouted violently, swung the Kunshan sword and slashed out, the thick earth-yellow sword light shattered the void, and the momentum was surging.

Rumble!

The sound of the explosion was earth-shattering.

After the smoke dissipated, Ouyang Feng stood tall with his heavy sword in hand.

There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"You actually blocked it?" King Zhennan's smile disappeared, his gaze focused on everyone, and he disappeared from the chariot. In an instant, he was in front of Ouyang Feng, his raised palms bent like dragon claws.

The top level magical power of the earth, Dragon Claw!

In an instant.

The surging and terrifying pressure came.

Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and waved the Kunshan Sword to block it. The magic power in his body was like a torrent, pouring out crazily.

clang! ! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing shook the heaven and earth.

An old man fell down and hit the ground with a bang. His hair was disheveled and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He held the Kunshan Sword and stood up with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Humph, it's really a waste!" King Zhennan pretended to be relaxed, but he was actually very annoyed in his heart.

He relied on his high cultivation level and tried his best to attack, but he still couldn't kill this person with one blow, which was really embarrassing.

"Come again!" Ouyang Feng shouted.

The opponent's strength is indeed very strong. If he hadn't relied on the best treasures to resist, his body would have been shattered to pieces just now.

"This old guy has something." The other monks in the realm of transformation secretly said.

King Zhennan laughed in anger, how dare you provoke him?

Then, he no longer held back, used various magical powers one by one, and killed Ouyang Feng!

Ouyang Feng adjusted his condition and continued to fight with the Kunshan Sword in his hand.

The sword light reaches the sky, like a bright sun.

As the ancestor of the Banshan Sect, he displayed his sword skills to the fullest, and with the help of the power of the magic weapon, he fought hard with the King of Zhennan.

soon.

King Zhennan became more and more irritable. He was confused and had a scar on his chest, bleeding out.

King Zhennan was completely angry. He impulsively broke his promise and directly raised his hand to summon the magic weapon, the ninth-grade treasure weapon, Hunyuan Hammer!

The Hunyuan Hammer was smashed out like a meteorite, strong winds covered the earth, and many monks were swaying, with horrified expressions on their faces.

boom!

Kunshan Sword almost fell out of hand,

Ouyang Feng's whole body shook violently, and blood surged in his body. He sneered, "What did you say before? How embarrassing!"

King Zhennan knew that he could not keep his face, and his eyes were fierce, and he growled: "Old man, I want you to die!!!"

After saying this, the momentum of the Hunyuan Hammer was fierce, sweeping like a storm.

Under the continuous resistance, Ouyang Feng finally couldn't support himself and was hit by a hammer until he vomited blood. He fell high to the ground, raising dust all over the sky.

"If you ask me for help, I can forget about it and spare your life!"

The King of Zhennan holds a giant hammer and is domineering.

He wants to completely destroy Ouyang Feng's dignity and break the backbone of the monks in Huangzhou!

Ouyang Feng was covered in blood, lying on the ground with a weak breath like an old dog. How could he still have the carefree and high-spirited look of the divine king before?

But in the eyes of the monks in Huangzhou, he is the well-deserved number one divine king!

"Senior...that's enough..."

Everyone's eyes were red and they choked with sobs.

"Ancestor!!"

The monks of the Banshan Sect were distraught and cried loudly.