"That's right! It seems that you are no longer the ignorant fool you were at the beginning."
Canxian said with some emotion.
He witnessed Yang Feng step by step to where he is today.
Only sixty years later, he stood at the pinnacle of this world.
You must know that Yang Feng has not yet reached the stage of transcending tribulation, but the combat power he has shown is no longer weaker than that of any monk who has reached the stage of transcending tribulation.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is already at the forefront of this world.
"Old man, my Chaos Body was almost chopped off by the Dao Dao Dao Dao just now. Will this have any impact on my future Saint Realm body?"
Along the way, Yang Feng knew the importance of foundation. Some people often want to be quick, so they take pills to forcefully break through. Little does he know that it has laid hidden dangers for his path to becoming an immortal.
These may not be visible now, but as time goes by, or when you are about to break through the realm, all the hidden dangers buried will explode.
It can range from going crazy and becoming possessed, to having your cultivation completely ruined or even dying from serious injuries.
So he had to pay attention to the foundation.
"Well, it will have an impact, and the impact is not small, because it is a Dao Dao Dao Dao Dao, which will leave indelible Dao marks on your Chaos Method. It requires an extremely rare genius to have a chance of recovery. ."
Speaking of this, Canxian is actually quite sorry, because Yang Feng's dharma body is condensed from the purest energy of chaos. Once Yang Feng's physical body cultivation reaches the holy state.
Then you can achieve the Holy Body of Chaos.
"Well, I understand, the next step is the third guillotine."
When Yang Feng heard this, he felt extremely bitter in his heart. However, he had no choice. If Chaos Dharma Body hadn't appeared just now, his physical cultivation would not have been preserved.
Canxian's voice also dropped, because he knew that he, who was just a ray of residual soul, could not help Yang Feng. All he could do was to prevent Yang Feng from being distracted.
The third blow came suddenly.
Yang Feng did not accept his fate this time. His immortal cultivation and demonic cultivation were scattered. As long as he could refine a peerless elixir, he could recover.
The physical body was something he had cultivated through hard work. Once it was chopped off by the great guillotine, he would have to start over again.
Extremely time consuming.
So this time he exposed his identity as a demon cultivator.
Maybe when Yang Feng put on that evil ghost mask, there would be someone present and a name would come to mind.
hideous.
There was silence for a long time, long enough to make people wonder if this demon cultivator was dead.
This was the pseudonym Yang Feng used when he transformed into a demon cultivator.
As early as when he was preparing to use this level of identity, Yang Feng was already ready to be the enemy of the whole world!
The overwhelming demonic energy soared into the sky from Yang Feng.
Everyone looked at Yang Feng as if they were a monster.
Body, immortality, and demon, cultivating all three simultaneously. Who in the world dares to take such a path?
"Qianqian, your sweetheart is really unexpected!"
A woman with a graceful figure and enchanting appearance stood side by side with Gu Qianqian, looking at Yang Feng struggling under the guillotine from a distance.
At the same time, within the Bodhi Realm, there is the cave world.
Ye Kunlun and others looked at the scene reflected in the ancient mirror, and he even wondered if he was dazzled.
Yang Feng turned out to be a demon cultivator.
"Demon cultivator! The man named Yang is actually a demon cultivator, a fellow cultivator of immortals and demons. How dare he, a native, take this treacherous path?"
Cultivation of immortals and cultivating demons have been on opposite sides from the beginning.
In the more distant star realms, there are also demon realms and fairy realms.
Since ancient times, immortals and demons have been incompatible. The secret that Yang Feng accidentally discovered when he was on Sixue Peak was about the tragic love between demons and immortals, Li Shang, a demon cultivator, and Gongsun Lixia of Zhuxian University.
"Such a traitor should die under the guillotine of the avenue."
"Yang Feng, did I really look at you wrong?"
"No! I don't believe this is true. I'm going to find my eldest brother to find out."
"Jianyi, you are crazy. Come back quickly. The Dao Dao Dao Dao will chop away your cultivation."
…
Jian Yi, Deng Hongteng, Lu Tong, Han Youxi, Shen Junze...
These disciples of the Fengxian Sect were unwilling to believe it. This is all true.
"Young man Yang, are you really not afraid that everyone will betray you and the whole world will be your enemy?"
Canxian's deep voice sounded in Yang Feng's heart.
Yang Feng didn't respond. He had no choice. Under the guillotine, he could only choose.
"Am I really crazy? No! Not really."
Yang Feng looked at Qingxuan, who was still emerging in the air. His eyes were full of determination, so why not give up everything for him?
boom!
Heaven is ruthless, and the guillotine tempered by the heavenly tribulation once again struck down Yang Feng's demonic power.
"Haha! Well done! This devil deserves to die."
“It’s really a joy to watch!”
Many demon clans, as well as the immortal cultivators who managed to survive, all felt disgusted with Yang Feng.
Qingxian and others, whose bodies were aging on the ground and on the verge of death, did not want to believe the scene before them.
Only Bingyao always loves Yang Feng.
Gu Qianqian, who was watching from a distance, frowned.
His expression didn't seem very good.
"I didn't expect that he would choose to become a demon."
Everyone thought that Yang Feng chose to fall into the devil's path in order to pursue power.
For some reason, her heart ached slightly when she saw Yang Feng's pale face and cold eyes.
"Feng, I'm sorry!"
Gu Qianqian whispered these words, then turned her head and stopped looking at Yang Feng.
"Hehehe! Tiandao, do you think that by guillotining my cultivation, you can make me give up my resistance?"
At this time, Yang Feng had long hair flying and his robes were hunting.
His body was extremely embarrassed, but he always straightened his back.
A man who does not bow to the will of heaven.
"Feng, no, if you continue like this, you will die."
Bingyao's trembling voice sounded.
She stretched out her jade hand to retain something, but Yang Feng was so far away from her.
"Bingyao, I promised her that I would protect her, I'm sorry..."
Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Feng caught a glimpse of the helpless woman on the ground. He knew in his heart that this time the guillotine of the avenue fell, it might no longer be his cultivation, but his life.
But he had no choice. For the sake of those who were still emerging, he had to buy as much time as possible.
"Yang Feng will definitely die this time. People like him should not exist in the world."
The three cultivations of immortality, demonic and physical cultivation, this kind of qualification, looking at the past, present and future, I am afraid it is unique?
Rather than resenting Yang Feng, it is better to say that he is jealous or afraid that Yang Feng will continue to grow.
"Don't worry, people like him are destined to die young. If they don't grow up, they are nothing."
There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of Ming He's mouth, thinking, Yang Feng! Yang Feng, no matter how evil you are, you are just a pitiful ant in front of the guillotine.
In the Bodhi Realm, the cave world, looking at Yang Feng who "decided to die", his eyes were filled with tears.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to forty years ago, when he was pregnant with the Yin-Yang Juesha body.
The man who died young later became acquainted with Yang Feng. It was Yang Feng's self-confidence that made him believe that fate was just a ridiculous yoke used to bind the weak.
So he didn't believe in fate, broke free from his shackles, and awakened his immortal body.
"Brother, let me go. I'm going to find him. Even if he turns into a demon, I don't care!"
Demon cultivator? Is it scary? horrible! But he, Jianyi, has experienced things that are more terrifying and more despairing than becoming a demon cultivator, so even if the whole world is against Yang Feng, he will always stand on Yang Feng's side.
"Jian Yi, you have to calm down. Now that Yang Feng's identity as a demon cultivator has been exposed, it is impossible for Wanzu to let him go, and if the Dao Dao Guillot falls on him, it will be over, so why should you..."
"Ye Kunlun, have you forgotten who saved you?"
"And you, you guys, have you all forgotten how my eldest brother protected you? Aren't you afraid of my eldest brother's disappointment in doing so?"
…
Faced with Jian Yi's questions, everyone was speechless.
Finally, someone said quietly, "He is a devil."
"Ha, ha! Because he is a demon? Do you know that your lives are the demons in your mouth, and those who are saved are the demons in your mouth, risking their lives time and time again."
Jian Yi was completely disappointed with this group of people.
He left alone with his wooden sword on his back.
"Brother, you must wait for me, I'm coming to find you."
"Xiaojian, if you want to save Yang Feng, I won't stop you. You have to be careful."
A sound came from Jian Yi's mahogany sword.
"Yes! Xiaojian, my aunt is happier that you are alive than anything else."
Jian nodded.
"Listen carefully in a moment. If this kid is lucky enough to survive, you can rush up to me immediately and kill him. It will be over once and for all."
"yes!"
There was no way Yang Feng gave them a weird feeling. Since ancient times, Yang Feng was the first person to be hit three times without dying.
This time they were afraid that something would happen again, because they knew that during the second blow, a dharma body appeared and was blocked by Yang Feng.
So no accidents are allowed to happen this time.
The fourth guillotine fell.
Yang Feng also accepted his fate.
With a bitter smile on his lips, will this sanctified body still have to be guillotined after all?
I’m so unwilling!
However, when the guillotine fell, his body's three thousand chaotic demon gods suddenly lost control.
Most of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods fell here because of the calculations of Heaven, so they all hold a grudge against Heaven.
Now they are residing in Yang Feng's body, hoping to regroup their bodies and come back to life. However, the damn way of heaven actually wants to destroy Yang Feng's cultivation and life.
They were forced to show up.
The shackles of heaven fell from the sky, golden and golden, and countless demon gods walked out of Yang Feng's body.
The shackles of heaven were locked on Yang Feng's back, and the demonic image that came out of Yang Feng's body was naturally bound by the shackles.
Moreover, the limbs and even the neck were restrained.
These shackles of heaven have imprisoned the power of the demon's dharma to a certain extent.
"He, how did he do it? This is his Dharma? Why? Isn't he in the Mahayana stage? Why hasn't his Dharma fully integrated with his body?"
"Strange, monster! There are so many monsters that look like demons but not demons, and look like gods but not gods living in the body."
"These... seem to have been seen somewhere."
"I remember, they are three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. I can feel the aura of Pangu God from these dharma images."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches have the most say in this regard, because they have suffered losses at the hands of Yang Feng.
He has a certain impression of the Chaos Demon God summoned by Yang Feng.
"Tsk, tsk! Chaos Demon God! This kid is really a man of heaven, but even if the guillotine doesn't destroy his cultivation this time, he will never be allowed to live again."
It was absolutely impossible for them to give Yang Feng a chance to survive.
There is no other reason. Qingxuan, who has emerged from the air, is about to transform successfully.
As long as Yang Feng holds on to the final blow, Qingxuan's becoming an immortal is a foregone conclusion and no one can change it.
But now, anything is possible.
"Come on! God, I'll fuck the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"
boom!
Tiandao seemed to be angered, and the power of this guillotine was much stronger than the previous one.
puff!
"Haha, hahaha, a guillotine, that's all."
After speaking, Yang Feng's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
The power of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods is only one-tenth due to being imprisoned by the shackles of heaven.
Therefore, even the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods could only resist it, but the load on Yang Feng's body was too great.
Not all of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods emerged from Yang Feng's body, and even Yang Feng's current saintly body was not enough to support them.
"Hey! Boy Yang, I hope you can survive this. Don't worry, I will let these bugs disturb your rest."
"Yang Feng, are you finally dying? I thought you were so powerful? It turns out you are just flesh and blood."
"Stop talking nonsense. This kid is just exhausted. He will regain his strength in a while. It's still a bit tricky to deal with him. Let's deal with it now to save trouble."
…
Styx and the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately prepared to attack Yang Feng.
At this time, Yang Feng was lying on the ground, looking completely at the mercy of others.
"A bunch of bastards who want to touch me, have you asked me?"
The Winged Dragon Beast, the White Tiger Demon Lord, and the Nightmare Demon Horse were originally demon clans, so they didn't care about Yang Feng's demon clan status, so they stood by Yang Feng's side.
Now everyone wanted to kill Yang Feng, but the three of them still stood up.
"Oh! Just you three beasts?"
"Hey! You ugly man, please clear your mouth for grandpa. Who are you calling a beast?"
"Come and die!"
Styx didn't take action himself. His eyes always stayed on Yang Feng on the ground, and nothing else could affect him.
Because he knows better than anyone else how popular Yang Feng is, and everyone wants to get Yang Feng.
"Myx, please don't push yourself too far. Yang Feng has ruined the reputation of my Twelve Ancestral Witches, so you must let me deal with it."
"It's a joke! You're not as good as others, so who can blame you?"
Styx didn't intend to give in. Anyone who could withstand so many blows and not die from the Dao Dao Dao's guillotine could see that Yang Feng had a big secret.
"My dear friends, how about you give up Yang Feng to me?"
A man in black robes with a pair of black dragon horns on his head strode forward.
"You? You are just a lowly demon clan, but you dare to fight with us?"
"In that case, let's all rely on our own abilities!"
This demon man suddenly became a giant dragon with a length of 100 feet and attacked Ming He and others with a fierce aura.
The twelve ancestral witches did not show any weakness, and directly formed the formation of the twelve capital demon gods, condensing the true form of Pangu.
