Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

Gu Feng was furious, floating in the sky above the entrance to the Ninth Sacred Mountain, like a scorching sun, emitting scorching light.

The surrounding temperature soared sharply.

The roar like a wild dragon shook the entire Ninth Sacred Mountain.

Countless monks, whose eardrums were numbed by the sudden sound wave, jumped high into the sky and headed far away.

"Who is this person? He actually shouted for the 'Little Immortal King' to get out!" An ancient freak, who did not recognize Gu Feng, asked the followers beside him.

"It's Gu Feng, the contemporary Taoist Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations!" The follower asked with a trembling voice as he looked through the void with sharp eyes.

"The Taoist Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations! It's just a physique that cannot prove the Tao and has only a false name!" The ancient freak smiled scornfully.

In his eyes, the Myriad Tribulation Dao Body has never been a competitive target. Only the Chaos Body, the Demonic Body, etc. are qualified to fight with him.

"Young master, please don't underestimate me. The contemporary Wanjie Taoist body is incredibly powerful..." The follower was interrupted by an ancient freak just in the middle of his words.

"I was born with the earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon in the long river of time. I don't know how many years. Although I am in a state of ignorance most of the time, I can still sense the existence of many powerful talents throughout the ages.

I have seen countless people with special physiques. There are indeed many people who make me feel afraid, but the Taoist body of Ten Thousand Tribulations has never been among them!

No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be! "

These words were overbearing and made the followers tremble, but they felt it was natural.

The ancient freak was a piece of imperial gold crystal, contaminated with a ray of immortal energy from eternity ago, and produced a spiritual stone. After endless years of gestation, it awakened in this world.

He is strong and confident, and his combat power exceeds the limit. He is indeed qualified to say this.

But Gu Feng is not a good person.

"Sir, no matter what, there is no need for us to conflict with the Taoist body of all calamities, just wait and see how things turn out for the better!" The attendant whispered.

"Hmph——, I, Huang Jitian, am not free enough to have a conflict with him." Huang Jitian said disapprovingly.

"The Little Immortal King is an existence that I am afraid of. He is destined to die." Huang Jitian made a conclusion about Gu Feng's fate as his body sank into an ancient temple.

"That's interesting. Did the contemporary Ten Thousand Calamity Taoist take the wrong medicine? Don't you know the terror of the Little Immortal King?" A enchanting woman said with great interest, licking her scarlet tongue.

She was wearing a dress embroidered with flowers, exuding a refreshing fragrance, and there were many colorful flowers on her head. She looked messy, but gave people a sense of inviolability.

This woman is not a human being. She is actually a Grimace Flower, growing in a forbidden area in a mysterious space, adjacent to the Heavenly Way, and came into being... Although she has no special physique, she is a super master at the same level as Huang Jitian.

Next to her, stood an ordinary young man. The young man looked unremarkable, but being able to stand with the Grimace Flower that everyone respected was enough to highlight his extraordinary status.

The young man's eyes seemed to have the water of time flowing, simple and deep. Feeling the inquiring gaze of the Grimace Flower, he whispered:

"The identity of the Little Immortal King is puzzling. I'm afraid he is not the son of an ancient emperor, but the real ancient emperor. He used some secret method to cut off his own Taoism, seal himself, and revive in this world!"

"Oh? That can't be true. The real ancient emperor can hide in the long river of time and resurrect in this world. There is no need to undermine his own path!" Ghost Face Flower seemed to be a little unconvinced.

"I'm just guessing. I always feel that his image is somewhat similar to someone in the inherited memory." The young man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In this case, it's probably not wrong. After all, you are the second killing array in ancient and modern times!" Ghost Face Flower stopped arguing with the young man and looked at Gu Feng with beautiful eyes: "This person seems to have not reached the ninth level of the Great Sage Realm! But! So courageous.”

"He is dead. No matter whether the Little Immortal King is the real ancient emperor or not, he cannot defeat him, and he is not even qualified to fight." The second killing formation in ancient and modern times is the golden and iron road.

His eyes looking at Gu Feng were filled with amusement, as if he were looking at a clown.

He was not even interested in watching the confrontation between the two.

"It's Gu Feng. He actually entered the Ninth Sacred Mountain alone. Do you want to surround him and kill him!" A monk from the Wu family in the southwest saw Gu Feng and hurried back to report.

The three major families in the southwest have a vast monastery on the Ninth Sacred Mountain.

There are three futons above the palace in the center of the dojo.

On each futon, there is a young monk sitting cross-legged.

Two pseudo-Pluto bodies and one real Pluto body.

If Gu Feng were present, he would be inexplicably shocked. A twenty-eight-story palace was suspended above the heads of the three of them.

The palace is condensed by laws, and is gilded with gold. Every layer exudes great power.

Judging from the aura they emanate, the three of them have practiced the real emperor-level technique of the Ming Dynasty, "The Thirty-Three Layers of Heavenly Palace"!

Moreover, what is even more terrifying is that there are also white jade bridges flashing between their eyebrows...

"Gu Feng has come to the Ninth Sacred Mountain?" The pseudo-Pluto surnamed Geng on the left hand side above said faintly.

The Pseudo-Pluto body on the right, surnamed Shang, has flowing eyes, with the birth and death of stars inside.

The two of them looked at the body of the real Pluto surnamed Wu in the middle at the same time, and the latter slowly opened his eyes.

"Originally, we really wanted to kill him, but he offended the Little Fairy King himself first, so let's not take action."

"But what about the secrets in his mind?"

"Just now, the clan used a secret method to send news that the method to open the treasure house of the Ming Dynasty has been extracted from the old man Zhu Fangshou's broken memory!

Whether or not Gu Feng's memory can be obtained is no longer important. "While speaking, the true Pluto body shared the message with the two of them.

The two glanced at each other briefly, and their spirits were shaken!

"But once Gu Feng is killed, the three divine swords on his body will fall into the hands of the little fairy king. How can we get them back?"

"Haha, I'm afraid you two are doomed. The second sword in the world is Tai'a, the leader of the four divine swords. As long as you control him, are you afraid that you won't get the other three divine swords?"

"Oh I got it!"

In the Thunder Holy Sect Dojo, Lei Chen, who fused six Thunder God bodies, is known as the "strongest Thunder God in history". His combat power is unparalleled, surpassing the Thunder God bodies of all generations.

After hearing the news about Gu Feng calling out the Little Immortal King, he frowned, "He's not crazy, he really thinks he is invincible.

If you meet the little fairy king, you will definitely die in a stick of incense... This is good, it saves me from taking action personally. "

Lei Chen's tone was full of sarcasm. The little fairy king's background was very difficult for people to understand.

He once killed an ancient emperor's son with one palm. Looking at the entire Ninth Sacred Mountain, there are only a few people who can compare with him.

In the same situation, Gu Feng might be able to fight with him, but right now... he is dead.

The Ninth Sacred Mountain was eerily quiet. Countless eyes gathered in one place, staring at the proudly standing figure.

Regardless of whether they knew him or not, all the monks thought that Gu Feng was dead.

"It's not good for him to offend anyone, but he must offend that little fairy king! He is invincible in this world, but in this era, there are more than just geniuses in this world!"

"He is too impulsive. For the sake of Ying Shengyuan, he wants to fight against the little fairy king? It's crazy."