After Yu Lao Er and Mo Jun laughed for a while, they were surprised to find that Ye Feng was stabbed in the back with a sword and so much blood was left, but he was still standing here, standing straight, looking calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
Yu Laoer’s smile froze on his face and he quickly turned behind Ye Feng.
His own black iron dagger was clearly still stuck in his back, and the blood from his back was dripping onto the floor. He had lost so much blood, but how come this guy seemed to be fine
"You, you were stabbed by a sword, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was stabbed."
"Then, then why don't you die?"
Ye Feng sneered: "I won't die, I'll piss you off to death. Yu Lao Er, you're just a scum, you're cut from the same cloth as your big brother, both of you like to stab me in the back and sell your soul to the devil."
The black iron dagger that was inserted in Ye Feng's back seemed to have eyes. It suddenly flew up from Ye Feng's back and gently fell into Ye Feng's hand. A light blue light flashed on the sword.
Ye Feng had a teasing smile on his face: "Sorry, I was just joking with you. I wasn't stabbed. Don't think you're the only one who can deceive and use illusions to confuse me. I can do it too."
Yu Laoer rubbed his eyes. There was no blood on Ye Feng's back. He was stabbed by Yu Laoer just now. It was an illusion created by Ye Feng on purpose.
"Asshole, how dare you tease this demon lord."
Yu Laoer looked as pale as death. He thought his sneak attack was successful and was immersed in the joy of killing Ye Feng. But he found out it was all an illusion and gnashed his teeth in hatred.
With a flip of his wrist, a purple flying sword emitted a dazzling purple light and shot straight towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng dodged and stepped on the Luoyan Step, as fast as a phantom. He dodged the flying sword and arrived in front of Yu Laoer in an instant.
Yu Laoer was so frightened that before he could react, Ye Feng grabbed his shoulder.
A powerful divine force surged out from between his fingers and penetrated into Yu Laoer's shoulders like a poisonous snake, heading towards his heart.
In fact, Yu Lao Er's skills were not that bad. His skills were at least similar to Yu Lao Da's. However, he was caught by Ye Feng before he could even defeat him. It was probably because he was too depressed and his reaction became slow.
Yu Laoer felt that wherever Ye Feng's divine power passed, it was as if hundreds of sharp needles were drilling into his blood vessels. He fell to the ground in pain, screaming miserably.
"Demon Lord, save me, save me."
Unexpectedly, when the Demon Lord saw Yu Laoer being knocked to the ground by Ye Feng, he did not show any sympathy, but just glanced at Yu Laoer coldly.
He said coldly: "Since you have no ability to help me, why should I save you?"
Yu Laoer was in excruciating pain. After the divine power pierced his heart, he lost his voice and died at the feet of the Demon Lord.
"Cold-blooded, cruel, cunning, this is what you become after becoming a demon king. Your master Xuanfeng will probably be heartbroken when he sees you like this."
When the Demon Lord heard Ye Feng mention his master Xuanfeng, his already pale face became even paler.
"You, how do you know my master Xuanfeng?"
"He left a message in the Immortal Prison and gave me a Wind-Fixing Bead. If his beloved disciple still refuses to repent, he asked me to help him clean up the mess."
"Nonsense, why would my master give you the Wind-Fixing Bead for no reason? The Wind-Fixing Bead is not only the most precious treasure in the Immortal Realm, but also a unique treasure in the Thirty-Three Immortal Realms. Would he leave it to you?"
Seeing that Demon Lord Ji Feng didn't believe it, Ye Feng took the Wind-Fixing Bead in his hand and threw it into the air twice.
"I didn't lie to you, I did get the Wind-Fixing Bead."
Mo Jun Jifeng gnashed his teeth in hatred and smashed the chair handle into pieces with one palm.
"I have been with him for so many years, working like a slave for him, but he didn't even give me the Wind-Fixing Bead. He actually gave it to a stranger. He is not worthy of being my master. He is not worthy of being my master."
Ye Feng sneered: "Based on your mentality and character, you don't deserve to get the Wind-Fixing Pearl. Your master still has a glimmer of hope for you and didn't kill you. He just locked you up in the Immortal Prison, hoping that the spiritual energy of the Immortal Realm can completely destroy your magic core and let you start a new life. Unfortunately, you have disappointed your master."
Ji Feng let out a wild laugh that was uglier than crying: "I don't have a master. I'm a demon. Where can I find a master? Boy, I wanted to spare your life, but now, I won't let you go."
With a wave of his hand, the Mosha warrior behind him, holding the black iron sword high in his hand, rushed towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng felt that the Demon Sand Warriors summoned by Ji Feng were not very strong, and their strength was similar to that of the ancient warriors at the peak of the Innate Realm. However, when several of them rushed towards him together, Ye Feng became a little nervous.
With one hand, a flying sword shot out, piercing a big hole in the chest of a Demon Sand Warrior. With the other hand, the King of Thailand launched four attacks, which stirred up all the energy in the sky and turned the two Demon Sand Warriors into fine sand, which scattered all over the ground.
Whoosh, a sharp black iron sword stabbed from behind, stabbing towards Ye Feng's lower back. Ye Feng turned sideways and dodged the black iron sword. The flying sword in his hand suddenly turned into a giant five-fingered sword, flashing red, blue and purple sword lights.
With one move, he swept through the enemy troops. The sharp sword energy instantly cut through the bodies of the two Demon Sand Warriors, turning them into black sand.
Seven or eight Magic Sand Warriors all turned into black sand in Ye Feng's hands, covering the entire floor with black sand.
The Demon Lord Jifeng looked at Ye Feng in surprise. He didn't expect that the Demon Sand Warriors he summoned would be destroyed like this.
He was secretly heartbroken as summoning the Demon Sand Warrior consumed a large amount of his magic power.
His magic core had long been exhausted, and the magic power he had just condensed was wasted on his mental power. The magic sand warrior that protected him was destroyed again, and he had become an ordinary person.
In the ancient Great Wall, the abundant spiritual energy is like a bone-corroding poison to the demon cores of the demons, causing great damage.
The warden of the Immortal Prison, Da Luo Jin Xian Xuan Feng, left a way out for his disciple Ji Feng, hoping that spiritual power could destroy Ji Feng's magic core, but he failed.
Ji Feng has been deeply possessed by the devil and it is impossible for him to become a normal person again.
Ji Feng stood up from the chair, his face became even darker, there was no magic power left in his magic core. Overexerting his magic power caused the magic core to be empty, and the magic power backfired, causing his blood vessels to ache as if they were being cut by a knife.
Seeing that Ji Feng was at the end of his strength, Ye Feng gave Ji Feng one last chance, considering that his master Xuan Feng had given him the pearl.
"Release us from the Demon Palace and let us return to normal space, and I will spare your life."
Ji Feng's eyes glowed blood red, his face flushed red, and he laughed ferociously, "Spare my life, lowly human. Do you really think I'm at the end of my rope? I, Ji Feng, became a demon once and will be a demon for life. I can't possibly surrender to an ancient warrior like you. Even if my master, the Daluo Jinxian, is here, I won't surrender. I want to die with you."