In mid-air, as Ye Fei's voice spread throughout the Holy Clan's forbidden land, I saw that in the abyss of the death cliff in front of me, there were two earth-shattering roars, which were undoubtedly the Xuan Snake from the bottom.

After the roar, a strange aura rose from the bottom of the cliff, turning into a dark ball of light, condensing and forming in mid-air.

"I'm engaged!" Within the black light cluster, a sonorous and powerful voice came out.

Immediately after that, a ghostly light swept through the air, flying directly in the direction of the exit of the Holy Land Forbidden Land, and through Ye Fei's induction, the location where the black light cluster flew was the altar of the Holy Tribe, which had become a ruin.

"Remnants... How strong you are. A fine light flashed in Ye Fei's eyes in the air, and the battle intent in his whole body couldn't help but rise a few points again.

Just glancing at the black light in the distance, Ye Fei barely hesitated, and his figure flickered and fell to Han Yanran's side below.

"I'll take you out." A gentle voice came from Han Yanran's ears.

Before she could respond, the figures of the two disappeared in place, and after stepping into the innate realm, Ye Fei's speed was already so fast that ordinary people couldn't understand it.

The cultivation of the Thunder True Scripture is to focus on the improvement of strength and speed, looking at Ye Fei's current attack methods, what he relies on most is not the spiritual weapon in his hand, or the power of the formation he masters.

It's the incomparably strong strength in his body, and the wisp of innate qi after stepping into the innate one.

Passing through the Black Wind Barrier in the Black Wind Forbidden Land, Ye Fei was already standing above the Holy Clan Tribe at this time, and a spiritual light flashed in his palm, sending Han Yanran's body to the ground.

"The matter of southern Xinjiang is over, you can leave." His gaze fell downward, and Ye Fei said slowly.

Han Yanran's eyes flickered, and she looked up at the figure in mid-air, as if she wanted to say something, but after being silent for a while, she finally lowered her head slowly and didn't say much.

"If your Han family knows how to advance and retreat, Ye will not take Jiangdong's affairs to heart." Ye Fei seemed to see what Han Yanran was thinking, and then spoke again.

The two young masters of the Han family both died in his hands, and the last time the Huaijiang River was cleaned up, the losses were also heavy, as long as these people were not looking for trouble with the Ye family, Ye Fei would naturally not rush to kill them all.

"Thanks... Thank you. Han Yanran's body trembled slightly, and her face was full of gratitude.

She knew very well that the person in front of her was already an innate powerhouse, and it was easy to destroy the Han family.

Now that Ye Fei had promised not to trouble the Han family again, the heart she was hanging on was also slowly relaxed, and then she raised her hand in mid-air, no longer hesitated too much, and turned around and left the Holy Clan.

The gap between the two, Han Yanran knows very well, and her love for Ye Fei can only be hidden deep in her heart.

After Han Yanran left, Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, turned his head and looked at the ruins of the altar in front of him.

I saw that on the altar at this time, the black light that flew out of the forbidden land slowly merged into the bottom of the altar under Ye Fei's gaze.

Immediately after that, the entire Holy Clan tribe instantly seemed to shake the earth, and there was a violent tremor on the earth, and the Holy Clan clan was all shocked, standing in place and looking a little overwhelmed.

With this tremor, something suddenly raised above the ruined altar that had already collapsed, and then it rose higher and higher, and it was actually a huge black stone sculpture.

In a short time, the whole sculpture rises from the ground and is about ten meters high.

The whole body of the sculpture is carved from strange black stone, a black witch robe is draped behind him, the long hair of the shawl is flying, the facial features are clearly visible, and the water chestnut horns are distinct, giving people a sense of fortitude and strength.

"St. ... The Holy Emperor... It's the Holy Emperor of my clan! ”

"The whole clan kneels down, the descendants of the Holy Clan, and meet the Holy Emperor...

"I'll wait to meet the Holy Emperor!"

The moment the sculpture was raised, the entire Holy Clan suddenly boiled, everyone's face showed an extremely pious color, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

All the members of the Holy Clan, no matter how strong or weak they were, the blood in their bodies was tumbling and boiling at this time, which was a tremor from the depths of their souls.

"Inside the sculpture, there is a spiritual consciousness body, and this strength is far beyond ordinary spiritual consciousness." Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, had a faint light in his eyes, and at the same time lowered his head and focused his gaze on the sculpture.

When he was still in the transformation realm before, he had seen the spiritual consciousness condensed by Lan Cang, who was asleep because of a problem with his cultivation.

But compared to the spiritual consciousness body in this sculpture, it was not one or two orders of magnitude at all, and the strength of this spiritual consciousness he felt at this moment was actually comparable to that of himself at this time.

Just as Ye Fei was thinking, a ray of ghostly light appeared from the top of the black sculpture below, and then instantly condensed into a human form.

"The thirty-two generations of witch lords of the Wu Clan, the heir of the wind witch, Wu Song, are here to fight with you today." As soon as the figure appeared, the black wind around him suddenly appeared, as if covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum was amazing.

Ye Fei's complexion remained unchanged, the aura of his whole body soared, and the momentum on his body also soared into the sky, scattering the black wind in mid-air.

"Jiangdong, Ye Fei, please advise." Saying that, Ye Fei raised his arm and raised his hand towards the person in front of him, and the expression on his face became a little more serious.

Although he didn't understand why this person was able to survive to this day, it would not do him any good to condense his spiritual body at this moment and fight with him, and he was afraid that he would permanently dissipate between heaven and earth.

This Wu Song is not afraid of the risk of complete extinction, and is willing to fight against it, which can be said to be benevolent and righteous.

"Come on, I don't have much time to condense my body." Wu Song had a smile on his face, nodded to Ye Fei and spoke.

"Thank you." Ye Fei's eyes froze, and before the words fell, his whole body flashed with thunder, like a thunder god, and the restless spiritual power in his body was not suppressed at the moment, and all of it poured out.

The majestic momentum swept in all directions, setting off waves that were visible to the naked eye.

How strong the innate realm is, only those who have really seen it can deeply understand that just the momentum that erupts can shock the strong people who build the foundation.

The battle of gentlemen, there is no need to say much at this time.

On the black stone sculpture in front of him, the black wind in Wu Song's whole body condensed at the same time, and his face, which was as resolute as a knife, also became serious at this moment.

"Gather my remaining qi and summon the ancient snake." The witch robe on Wu Song's body was windless, and under the gloomy light of his whole body, he raised his hand and pointed into the air.

As his fingertips did, a dark glow swirled and rose, and then became more and more dense and tumbling.

In the surrounding air, a familiar suction force enveloped Ye Fei's figure in an instant, as if what he was facing at the moment was not this Holy Clan Ancestor, but the Mysterious Snake in the abyss of the Death Cliff.

"The spirit of the serpent... It's no wonder that the Wind Orb can't take back the machine spirit. Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and his heart was instantly clear.

I saw that not far in front of him, with the condensation of the ghostly light seen by the witch song, a huge black snake phantom appeared in mid-air, winding and circling like a dragon, which can be described as imposing.

The Xuan Snake Phantom had just condensed and formed, almost without any stagnation, and with a whistling meaning, it quickly twisted towards Ye Fei.

"Good time!"

"The thunder of heaven and earth will help Ye catch the snake." Ye Fei laughed loudly, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and the power of thunder in his whole body rose into the sky.

The majestic spiritual power in his body, after having an outlet, was surging out almost unreservedly at this moment.

In the sky, the wind and clouds changed color in an instant, and the sound of real muffled sound kept coming, after stepping into the innate realm, without the help of Taoism, Ye Fei could condense the power of thunder in the blue sky and the day.

As his figure flickered, countless lightning flashes fell from the sky, like long whips with arcs of lightning, instantly blocking the huge body of the Xuan Snake.

At the same time, Ye Fei's figure had already appeared in front of the black stone sculpture.

His right fist had already been raised, and a violent arc flashed between the fists, and he barely hesitated for a moment, and suddenly punched the person in front of him.

"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering explosion, sweeping in all directions.

On the ground, many members of the Holy Clan only felt a roar in their ears at this time, and they didn't dare to look up, so they all knelt down on the ground and raised their hands to worship.

Although these people didn't understand why the Holy Emperor and the Holy Son of the clan suddenly fought, the identities of the two of them were there, and they ordinary clansmen couldn't think about it.

"He... It's getting stronger again, is it true that there is a treasure in our holy land? "At this time, the most shocking thing is none other than the black one.

He knew a little bit about Ye Fei, but it was only from the first time he saw this son that less than a month had passed since now, not to mention that this person had become the holy son of his holy clan, and he could still fight with the old holy emperor at this moment!

At this time, in mid-air, Wu Song was also extremely cooperative, and under the flickering of his body, he did not retreat half a step, and the ghostly light in the fist skyrocketed, colliding with the person in front of him.

The phantom of the snake and the thunder and lightning in the distance were glued together for a while, and the two people who fought next to the black stone sculpture collided more than a hundred times in just a few minutes.

"Bang! Bang! The sound of fist explosions continued to sound, shaking the people of the Holy Clan on the ground for a while.

This kind of pure strength fight can be described as a fist to the flesh, and the power of the shock vented by the collision of each punch is afraid that even if there is a congenital strong person here at this moment, he will not dare to step into the scope of the battle between the two at will.

As time passed, the restless spiritual power in Ye Fei's body gradually became stable as he continued to blast out punches.

Wu Song in front of him also seemed to be a little overconsumed, and after the last punch was blasted, his figure immediately retreated to the black sculpture.

"You are very strong, and in the innate realm, there are few people who are your opponents." Wu Song didn't continue to make a move, but looked up at Ye Fei, and a faint hint of appreciation flashed in his deep eyes.