When the man arrived in front of Feng Yun, a golden spear appeared in Feng Yun's hand.

As the spear appeared, a golden dragon shadow rose into the sky. The dragon's roar shook the surroundings.

"What a powerful artifact... No, could this be a Divine Grade Artifact?" Liao Jingguo looked at the mighty and enormous dragon shadow in shock and muttered.

The person who was charging towards Feng Yun was also shocked by the dragon shadow that had suddenly appeared.

Just as he was in a daze, the Golden Dragon Spear had already pierced towards him.

Puff!

A move without any fancy tricks, without any hindrance, pierced through that person's body.

"Let's attack together and kill him!" Liao Jingguo immediately gave the order. He stared at Feng Yun's golden spear and thought to himself, "Could it be that there is another Golden Dragon Spear that is similar to the Lin family? This is impossible, right?

The remaining seven disciples of the Yellow Mountain Clan attacked at the same time. A golden wave of attack swept towards Feng Yun.

All of them were Sky Profound Realm warriors, and they were much stronger than those of the same level. All of them had grade seven spiritual weapons in their hands, and the attacks they unleashed together could severely injure or kill a low Heaven Profound Realm warrior on the spot.

Feng Yun, who was surrounded in the middle, did not use his speed to get rid of these attacks like he did in the past. Instead, he slowly rotated the Golden Dragon Spear. Then, the energy in his body rose explosively. The Golden Dragon Spear's radiance became even brighter, and the golden dragon became even more solid!

Feng Yun roared loudly and waved the Golden Dragon Spear in his hand. The golden dragon in the sky seemed to come to life. The dragon's roar was loud. Its huge body spun and spiraled down as if it was alive. It was as if a real dragon had descended. It was shocking and terrifying.

Liao Jingguo and the other seven people were shocked by the god relic. They felt a chill throughout their bodies.

They were like lowly ants in front of this hundred-meter-long dragon.

"All of you, run!" The shield in Liao Jingguo's hand gave off a golden light that allowed him to regain his clarity. He immediately shouted at his own people, and without hesitation, he immediately turned around and fled.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The golden dragon continued to wreak havoc in the air like a giant. Waves of terrifying vibrations made one's eardrums hurt. All the clouds around them were crushed by the dragon's body and turned into ashes. Only golden light kept smashing down. The ground below was smashed into terrifying deep pits. The Rock Dust flew all over the place.

After a long time, when everything returned to normal, a figure holding a golden dragon with his hands behind his back stood with a cold expression. His appearance was indescribably mighty.

Feng Yun looked around at the people of the Yellow Mountain Clan who had disappeared. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said, "As expected of the divine ranked weapon and heaven ranked technique. It doesn't disappoint me. It actually blasted them into nothingness with a single move. Unfortunately... I am a sword cultivator!"

Although he liked the golden dragon spear, he was not a spear user. He was a sword cultivator, he relied on his sword to reach this step, and he will continue to use the sword in the future.

Just now Feng Yun used the heaven-ranked technique. And where did he learn the technique?

In fact, this technique was the spear technique that King Zhao had relied on to become famous when he was alive. It had already reached the Peak Heaven Ranked Skill, Its power could be said to be terrifying.

Feng Yun had absorbed King Zhao's soul power and most of his memories when he was alive.

King Zhao was worthy of being the prince of the Zhao Empire. He had mastered all kinds of high-level Skills when he was alive. Moreover, he had cultivated the Ancient Dragon Divine Art, which was one of the top existences in the Zhao Empire. His combat strength was extraordinary.

Feng Yun had obtained his memories. It was as if he had obtained a treasure trove of martial arts. There were several terrifying Skills that were extremely rare in the ancient times, and it was the best cultivation technique in the Northern Region.

Feng Yun had absorbed the souls of the two ancient warriors, and there were many high-grade skills in their memories. This was undoubtedly another inheritance for Feng Yun.

In order to establish a power, he needed a deep foundation. These inherited memories were Feng Yun's own foundation. In the future, he would use these memories to turn his power into the most elite existence.

Although he had plenty of high-ranked skills that he could use now, as his strength increased, those Sky Ranked Skills were no longer enough to satisfy him. Now that he had better martial Skills, he would naturally absorb and use them to his heart's content.

Just now, Feng Yun had killed seven Sky Profound Realm warriors of the Yellow Mountain Clan with a single move, which made him very satisfied. However, Liao Jingguo had fled early and didn't able to kill him.

Feng Yun checked his surroundings and found that there were no more Dantian Pills here. He assumed that the Liao Jingguo had already taken them away. Without stopping, he rushed to another place to look for the Dantian Pills.

...

Three days later, in a place with a broken cliff.

A young man holding a white paper fan stumbled to his knees beside the land of Broken Cliff and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The young man's clothes had become extremely messy and messy. There were many wounds on his body, and his scattered hair covered his pale face.

He gritted his teeth and endured the injuries. He flew into the Broken Cliff and opened a hole in the wall. He immediately went in and sealed the hole.

After doing all this, he concealed his aura completely. Then, he took out a few medicinal Healing Pills and threw them into his mouth. Then, he entered into a healing state.

Upon a closer look, this young man was surprisingly Feng Yun's friend, Yao Shi.

Looking at him like this, he was already seriously injured and urgently needed quiet healing time.

Back when he has entered the ancient battlefield, Yao Shi was only a newly advanced Sky Profound Realm cultivator. Now, a month had passed, and he had already reached the High-Grade Sky Profound Realm cultivator. It was obvious that he must have had some fortuitous encounter during this period of time.

One should know that without the help of spirit herbs or medicinal Pills, it wasn't so easy for a person to raise his cultivation by two short realms in the sky profound realm in one month. Moreover, in this place where the spiritual energy was extremely scarce, it was even more impossible for one to advance so quickly.

While Yao Shi was healing his injuries, there was a group of people searching around the Broken Cliff not far away, looking extremely angry.

There were a total of 35 people in this group. They were basically all Sky Profound Realm warriors, all of them wearing the uniform of the True Fire Palace.

The leader of the group was Hou Xiaobo, the top disciple of the True Fire Palace. Although True Fire Palace usually concentrates on refining and alchemy, it doesn't mean they don't train fighters. Hou Xiaobo was a person who was talented in martial arts rather than alchemy and refining. In the term of combat skills, he ranked top three in the True Fire Palace.

Hou Xiaobo walked with slow yet heavy steps. He looked majestic. He frowned slightly and said to the beautiful woman beside him, "Luó Guang, take out the blood-flying bug.

The beautiful woman behind him nodded and said, "Okay!

Then, a winged bug the size of a palm appeared in Luó Guang's hand.

This bug looked very ugly. Its nose was very thick, and its mouth was very sharp. The sound of "Ji Ji" made people feel ear-piercing and uncomfortable.

The blood bug was a kind of Spirit Beast that was only at the Earth Profound Ranked. It liked to eat human blood and carried a strong poison. If anyone below the Sky Profound realm was bitten by it, they would die in less than fifteen minutes if they didn't have the antidote pill in time.

This blood-flying bug had another characteristic. That was how sensitive it was to human blood, which usually smelled of blood in a radius of a few kilometers. It could never escape its nose, which was no less sensitive than that of the Celestial Dog.

Luó Guang gently tossed the blood bug up and lightly shouted, "Go for me!

Ji Ji Ji!

The blood bug turned around on everyone's heads as if it was looking for a direction. After a while, it looked like it was looking for a direction. Suddenly, it flew in a certain direction.

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