Chapter 1420 - 1322: Feng's Plot

"Feng?"

Murderous intent flashed in Yang Tian's eyes.

Up ahead, the Ghost God suddenly transformed, becoming a mass of aura.

This aura was blood-red, obscuring the figure within.

"Kill!"

An icy voice rang out.

It was Feng's voice.

She extended her hand toward Yang Tian, gripping, as a powerful aura surged to kill.

"Feng, what exactly are you trying to do!"

Yang Tian's eyes were full of murderous intent.

This Feng dared not confront him directly but played tricks in secret?

"Yang Tian, soon you will know!"

Feng's cold voice sounded.

Soon, Yang Tian felt a powerful Spiritual Breath surging to kill as it approached him, this breath towering above the Seven Realms.

It was the mighty and sacred Hongmeng cultivation technique.

"Yang Tian, flee at once! You are no match for Feng; her Hongmeng cultivation technique has already broken through to the fifty-fifth level!"

Wu Jie shouted anxiously.

Even she was likely not Feng's match.

Let alone Yang Tian.

With this strike, Yang Tian might perish here.

"There's no escape."

Yang Tian shook his head, the Divine Breath within him surged forth, and the powerful Divine Realm Scripture fused into him with a snap.

Rumble!

His body ignited at that moment.

The Hongmeng cultivation technique began to circulate within him following the Thirty-Six Minor Circulations and the Seventy-Two Great Circulations.

And the mighty, sacred light flooded his mind at this moment.

Crash bang!

A series of rumbling sounds erupted.

Yang Tian transformed into a Demon Spirit at this moment.

He knew he couldn't hold back any strength against a powerful foe like Feng; otherwise, the consequence would be grim and fatal.

"It's useless; if I want you dead, you must die!"

Feng said coldly.

A powerful force surged toward Yang Tian to strike and kill.

Boom!

A rumbling sound erupted, and the Divine Realm Scripture Yang Tian had added to his body was forcefully knocked away.

While his Hongmeng cultivation technique was simply overwhelmed.

After all, Feng's cultivation was superior.

Feng's Hongmeng cultivation technique had already broken through to the fifty-fifth level.

Just within this moment.

The Hongmeng cultivation technique Yang Tian had fortified himself with was destroyed by Feng, yet at that moment, a powerful and sacred light surged into Feng's attack.

"Are you planning to counter me with the Saint Realm?"

Feng smiled coldly.

As if she already knew what Yang Tian was planning, she soared up, and pressed her hand.

A shining light spread out, encompassing Yang Tian.

"Is this your Saint Realm?"

Yang Tian's eyes flashed with a cold smile.

He hesitated not at all.

He circulated the mighty, sacred light within his body, pushing it toward his surroundings.

Soon, to his delight, Feng's conjured Saint Realm was absorbed by Yang Tian's powerful light.

"What is happening?"

Feng's face changed.

She instinctively waved her hand, and the Saint Realm was swiftly recalled by her.

She stared at Yang Tian tightly, unable to believe Yang Tian could actually break her Saint Realm.

Moreover, the light Yang Tian emitted was actually absorbing her Saint Realm.

"That's impossible! My cultivation surpasses yours, you're merely at the second level of the Hongmeng cultivation technique, while I've already broken through to the fifty-fifth. How can my Saint Realm be absorbed by you?!!"

Feng's eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Yang Tian, what is going on?"

Wu Jie came to Yang Tian's side, looking at him with confusion.

"I don't know what's happening here; this place is dangerous, fall back quickly!"

Yang Tian hurriedly said.

The attack Feng unleashed was still floating around him; the force was incredibly terrifying.

After all, she was a master who had cultivated the Hongmeng technique to the fifty-fifth level.

"There's a Yin Breath in this force!"

Quickly a fierce glint appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

If correct, this Yin Breath must have been added by Feng deliberately, definitely related to the great firmament.

Feng wants to use the power of the Ghost God to kill me?

Thinking of this, a fierce glint appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

"Fine, let me see what you're really up to!"

Yang Tian pressed his hand.

His palm pressed against Feng's force.

Rumble!

The powerful force ignited at that moment, and the mighty, sacred light within Yang Tian rapidly surged into Feng's force.

Boom!

Just as Yang Tian withdrew his palm, the mighty force heavily struck him.

Yang Tian was hurled backward.

He feigned pain, spitting out a mouthful of fake blood.

"Yang Tian!"

Wu Jie instinctively rushed up, supporting Yang Tian.

"I'm fine..."

Yang Tian wiped away the fake blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring coldly at Feng ahead.

"Yang Tian, you're dead!"

Feng stated coldly, her figure flickering as she vanished.

Rumble!

A Celestial Thunder crashed down from the great firmament, smashing a ghost ship to pieces.

Yang Tian darted out of the void, witnessing the great firmament igniting.

Celestial Thunder crashed down continuously from the great firmament.

Striking the ghost ships below without pause.

In just a moment, thousands of ghost ships were shattered, and tens of thousands of Ghost Soldiers and Generals were killed.

"Feng, what exactly are you trying to do!"

Yang Tian stated coldly.

He circulated his Divine Sense to probe around, quickly sensing Feng's presence.

At this moment, Feng had already entered a ghost ship.

Yang Tian looked closely, seeing a man; it was Ghost God.

"Ghost God, now's the chance, take out your Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter, I can help you refine it into a powerful Ghost Artifact!"

Feng stated coldly.

"Feng, you'll stop at nothing to kill Yang Tian!"

Ghost God stated gravely.

"I've already sealed this place, whatever you do here, no one will know. Your Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter originally needed to absorb ninety percent of Ghost Realm's souls to be refined, but with my help, only a Ghost Realm's souls need to be refined to succeed!"

Feng stated coldly.

Ghost God was tempted...

"I've already added Yin Breath to Yang Tian. Once your Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter is refined, it can automatically attack Yang Tian, then his death has nothing to do with you!"

Feng said, pressing her hand.

Snap!

A Ghost Treasure flew out of Ghost God's body, it was the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter.

"Feng, what are you doing!"

Ghost God furrowed his brow.

"If you're unwilling, then I will finish it for you!"

Feng waved her hand, and the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter flew toward the sky's great firmament.

Boom!

The Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter pierced the great firmament.

Celestial Thunder explosively emerged from the great firmament, crackling as it struck the ghosts below.

These Celestial Thunders killed the ghosts and quickly absorbed them into the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter.

The originally serene Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter rapidly ignited.

"Yang Tian, stop them quickly. Once the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter is refined, even you won't be a match for the Ghost God!"

Wu Jie came to Yang Tian's side.

Yang Tian nodded and flew toward the sky.

Just then, Feng's piercing shout rang out, the great firmament instantly ignited, Celestial Thunder fell like raindrops, in just a moment, all the ghosts were killed...

"Yang Tian, I've already fortified your body with my Yin Breath, and the Seven Spirit Tower of Slaughter has been refined by me. Today is your day of death!"

Feng said triumphantly.