Supreme Medicinal God

Chapter 843: The weakest god in history

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When Wei Xuan heard the voice, his expression changed slightly.

Weak independent cultivators are easy to deal with, but powerful independent cultivators are a headache. These people are like lone rangers who kill people and then run away, making them really hard to guard against.

"Let's retreat!" After a long while, Wei Xuan waved his hand, signaling the people of the Earth Spirit Sect to leave, and sneered at Du Zhong: "But I want to see how long you can protect the people around this kid. We in the Earth Spirit Sect have never wanted to kill anyone but failed!"

"I don't have anyone I want to protect but can't!"

Du Zhong also snorted coldly.

But after watching Wei Xuan and other disciples of the Di Ling Sect leave, a look of deep worry appeared in his eyes.

If Wei Xuan, who was in the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm, brought people to the capital to demand an explanation, he could still help Ye Feng stop them. However, if Fu Qianfan came in person, he would not be able to stop him unless he could break through to the Innate Realm one step ahead of time.

However, it is not easy to break through the innate...

Now his only hope lies in Ye Feng, but the plane Ye Feng was on crashed and his life or death is unknown.

"Friend Ye, this is the only thing I can do for you. No matter whether you are alive or dead, it is best for you to show up as soon as possible. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen next..."

After a deep sigh, Du Zhong turned around and walked back to his room, where he started chopping wood again day after day.

But when the axe fell, for the first time in his life he failed to split a single piece of dry wood with one stroke.

Wheezing! Wheezing!

At the same time, in the Penglai Island Palace, a pool of divine substance had been absorbed into Ye Feng's body.

His height has now reached more than ten feet, and he can be said to be an absolute giant. What is even more eye-catching is the backbone that is shining brightly on his chest.

Ye Feng could feel that this bone was like a second heart, providing powerful energy to his body.

boom!

And when he tried to infuse his magic power into this backbone, a light flashed in his chest, and he felt the strength of his whole body suddenly surge, and every cell in his body was filled with unparalleled powerful force.

But after just a brief moment, he felt a piercing pain.

The pain was like someone cutting his soul with a knife. He felt listless and his entire body was on the verge of collapse.

All this was because he forcefully activated this bone, and the force released was too strong, exceeding the maximum limit his body could withstand. It could be said that he was asking for trouble.

“I advise you, as a small low-level god of the virtual star, it is best not to try to activate your godhood when your life is not threatened. Otherwise, your godhood will be shattered and you will die. It doesn’t matter, but it will be a pity that the master’s hard work will be wasted.”

The black-haired monster shook its head speechlessly, then shot a ray of light at Ye Feng. After helping him recover from his injuries, it attacked him mercilessly.

"Am I also a god now?"

Ye Feng smiled, and after getting up from the pool, he looked straight at the black-haired monster and said, "Now I don't have to look up at you anymore."

"After a complete transformation, you have become a ten-foot-tall god, and you still have the nerve to be so complacent..."

The black-haired monster looked at Ye Feng with sympathy and said speechlessly: "You know, you are the worst ancient god in history."

A giant ten feet tall is still short

Ye Feng also looked at the black-haired monster speechlessly, suspecting that it was deliberately attacking him.

"Under normal circumstances, as long as the ancient gods have gone through the Nirvana Pool and have been reborn, if their height is less than three feet, it means that their aptitude is hopelessly poor. Emperor Yi, after absorbing the divine substance left by his predecessors and undergoing a rebirth, has reached nearly six feet; as for Emperor Tai, he has even reached an unprecedented height of nine feet!"

The black-haired monster shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You are only ten feet tall. Do you feel ashamed in front of the achievements of your predecessors?"

Three zhang... Six zhang... Nine zhang...

Ye Feng was speechless. Wasn't this ancient race of gods the legendary giants? And even if they were giants, they probably wouldn't grow to such an amazing height of 27 meters, right

"I don't care if I can get taller, but can I get shorter? If I go out like this, it will scare people..."

But then, Ye Feng realized a more serious problem.

He is now nearly three meters tall. If he goes out, he will definitely be regarded as a monster. Moreover, with such a big body, no matter what he does, it will be extremely troublesome.

"The body size of the gods can be whatever they want. If you don't want it to be that tall, you can change it to normal with a thought."

The black-haired monster saw that Ye Feng did not feel ashamed at all, but instead felt that it was too high. He was speechless for a while, shook his head for a long time, and then pointed at him helplessly.

As expected, when Ye Feng changed his mind, his body immediately returned to its normal size. However, although it returned to normal, it was still slightly taller than before, about 1.87 meters.

He has strong arms and a slim waist, and his whole body is covered with solid muscles. When he stands there, he looks like a male supermodel.

"Okay, stop being complacent. Let Ming take you out next. When you can break through and become a real star god, come to Penglai again and refine this palace. At that time, I will give you some of the master's remains."

The black-haired monster couldn't stand Ye Feng's lack of ambition, so he waved his hand, and with a flash of light, he disappeared from the pool and appeared outside the palace gate.

"Ye Feng..."

His sudden appearance made Catherine instantly happy, and then she was ready to throw herself into Ye Feng's arms.

But then, her cheeks turned red, especially after she lowered her head to glance at Ye Feng's legs, her face became so red that it almost dripped with water.

And a doubt couldn't help but pop up in her mind. According to the United States, Asian men's private parts seem to be smaller than those of other races, but Ye Feng's private parts are obviously not like that!

"Young man Ye, even if you are extremely happy, you don't have to be so excited that you lose your clothes, right?"

Just when Ye Feng was wondering why Catherine kept her head down and remained silent after seeing him, the ugly old man suddenly looked at him and smiled strangely.

Ye Feng looked down and realized that he was in such a hurry to be teleported by the black-haired monster that he was not wearing any clothes. This was a good opportunity for Catherine, who was given a feast for the eyes.

After giving a chuckle, he hurriedly took out a set of clothes from the Medicine King Ring and put them on.

"You have entered the Nirvana Pool and forged a godhood?"

At the same time, Ming looked at Ye Feng nervously and asked.

"Not bad." Ye Feng nodded.

Ming's face immediately showed ecstasy when he heard the voice, and then he respectfully said to Ye Feng without saying anything: "Penglai spirit Ming, I pay my respects to the master!"

(End of this chapter)