Zhang Zhifeng's personal world is nowhere to be found, and no one knows where it exists. Only his own consciousness can communicate with him...

At this moment, when Zhang Zhifeng was in great danger, the entire storage world was filled with a dead aura, as if this world was about to be destroyed, and everything in it would be destroyed with an inexplicable catastrophe.

Chen Yun was already the top student in the entire world of cultivators. At this time, he felt something was wrong and immediately combined with the power of Bon Xiaoji to borrow the secret technique of the Immortal Giant to spread the call to the entire small world.

A faint cry rang out in Zhang Zhifeng's mind.

But soon, as the evil light flashed slightly in the cold eyes of the young man of Abi tribe, the shout disappeared.

Zhang Zhifeng was completely silent.

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At this time, a group of Abi tribe masters looked at each other and then unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

For them, this little cultivator who suddenly emerged with martial bloodlines was the real peerless fierce man!

The Abi clan has accumulated tens of thousands of years, and has made some secret calculations, and many unknown pain and endurance. It has accumulated more than a dozen top experts. However, in the short time when he met Zhang Zhifeng, all the most powerful elders, the second elders, were destroyed by Zhang Zhifeng.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Zhang Zhifeng did make them frightened.

The magical "nihilism" made them completely unable to arouse the courage to fight with it. The sudden burst of "martial arts" seemed to pull them back to the era of martial arts tens of thousands of years ago. The powerful and fierce race that had been suppressed in the hearts of the Abi tribe, and which was so powerful that it was invincible, seemed to have returned.

The Avi tribe members have a feeling that if Zhang Zhifeng does not die, the Avi tribe will sooner or later be destroyed by him!

Zhang Zhifeng's tall and majestic body was half-sitting, because one of his legs had completely sunk into the ground. He did not fall down, like an immortal sculpture, standing tall and far away. Even if he did not move, the remaining power on his body made the Abi tribe retreat.

Only the young master of the Abi tribe had his big hands spread out and his slender fingers tightly grabbed Zhang Zhifeng's head. His body floated up, and a stream of light came from the top of Zhang Zhifeng's head, circle by circle, with a pure white color.

An unprecedentedly strange energy was extracted by the young man of the Avici tribe. In that pure and white color, it seemed that Zhang Zhifeng's sleeping soul was constantly passing away.

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There are broken spaces around. In the endless turbulent space, there are countless broken worlds. Looking around, there are irregularly rotating and flowing colors, as if they are aurora of thousands of colors.

The background is deep black, time and space are vast, and the land under everyone's feet is just a broken land. In such an environment, there is always an indescribable feeling in my heart, like a small boat drifting on the big waves in the vast ocean.

However, if the space is confused at the same time, the surrounding scenery has changed silently.

The azure sky suddenly covered, with faint white clouds, and the eyes were as clear as if they were washed away. The whole world suddenly became bright.

As a result, there were mountains and ridges everywhere, smoke was filled with misty, and there was also the sound of water flowing, flowers blooming, and new buds of ancient trees.

The scenes around were like paintings. When the scenes were flowing, smoke from cooking stoves was curling, and the sounds of people gradually became dense. In an instant, everyone was already in the downtown area.

"Be careful, there is an expert in illusion! Who is it? If you come out, you will scare us with such a trick?" The Abi tribe looked coldly, and the strange light flashed in his eyes, trying to see through the reality of the world.

"It's not an illusion," the young master of the Abi tribe looked up and suddenly shouted, "Is it too saint to paint a saint? Don't pretend to be a god and show up!"

He raised his arms, his sleeves soared, immediately covering the sky and sweeping around.

For a moment, the mountains collapsed, the earth sank, and dust soared into the sky.

"Hmm?" The young man of Abi tribe frowned.

"What's going on? Isn't it an illusion?" Everyone in the Abi tribe was surprised.

"Okay, good style of 'Qian Kun' into painting" is worthy of being the Taisheng Painting Saint with the bloodline of 'Martial Arts!" The young man of the Abi tribe said without a trace of human emotions, "But that's the end."

He stretched out his palm, and the originally slender palm suddenly became extremely wide and thick. His palm was facing upwards, and a black light emerged from his palm, rising into the sky.

The iron chain coiled around him moved, trembling straight and became infinitely larger, as if it was the sharpest long sword in the world, pointing straight to the sky. As his palms flipped, the iron chain and the black light slashed hard in the sky!

"Good baby!"

An exclaim came from the air, "The Abi tribe artifact is indeed amazing. I won't be entangled with you today, see you next time."

The world collapses!

The sky and mountains, people and water, trees and smoke from cooking, all images disappeared. The world has been restored to the chaotic streams flowing on the black background, deep and deadly.

One of the Tai Saints' Painting Saints was actually shocked by a young man from the Abi tribe?

A piece of paper that was 100 meters long slowly floated down from the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

The paper floated to the ground and spread out quietly.

It turned out to be a painting.

On the painting, the mountains are undulating, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the water in the mountains is flashing, and people are hidden in the distance. However, the painting has been torn apart, and there is a place of destruction in the scene in the painting.

Seeing this painting, everyone in the Abi tribe couldn't hide their surprise, because the scene in this painting was clearly the "illusion" of this world just included!

"Tare saint, no one is a simple character, indeed." The Abi tribe's people sighed.

"Wufang," Young Master Abi looked calm and waved his hand gently, "My Abi clan will rise strongly, and Taisaint is nothing. Although this painting saint's painting is weird, I think it's impossible to complete such a huge painting without a few months of hard work. Besides, what can I count as playing these false things? Think about the head of the Taisaint, the Medical Saint, who had a cultivation level of heaven and earth, and had endless recovery power. He was simply an immortal existence. He fought alone with dozens of top masters of Shura and "Martial Arts", and then he could enter my Abi clan alone and kill half of the masters of our clan. My grandfather had already entered the incredible divine realm back then, but he had to eat the "magic medicine" and explode with the thirty-three masters in the clan. He had just returned to him endlessly. That kind of person is truly powerful!"

"Well, the Medical Saint is the pioneer of the current cultivation world. The practitioner can overwhelm the 'Wu' and Shura clan. In addition to the behind-the-scenes strategy of my Abi clan, it is almost the only one who deserves the medical saint."

Everyone in the Abi tribe was a little moved.

"The strong medical saint, his unique secret technique is half the contribution!" Young Master Abi said coldly, "This Zhang Zhifeng is the descendant of the Medical saint. He has learned the 'holy medical technique' and is very profound, otherwise he would not have been so difficult."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the Abi tribe lit up.

"Young Master, can you find out the holy medical skills from Zhang Zhifeng's memory?"
Chapter completed!