Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying-Chapter 965 - 566: Feng Yi’s Failure: The Victor’s Gift
"Put it on now, inside are the spirit stones Dad prepared for us to escape!"
Yang Qiangwei placed the storage ring on Yang Feng’s ring finger, and Yang Feng explored it with his Divine Thought, overwhelmed with joy!
"240,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones!"
Goodness!
Yang Feng just used 100,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones to open up a space fissure.
These 240,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones thrown out... Yang Feng felt he could definitely create a space channel right here!
After securing the trump card, Yang Feng’s expression turned fierce.
"Since the ancestors and Dad have prepared so many spirit stones for me... then I’ll smash them to pieces!"
"Today, they all must die!"
At this moment, he and Yang Qiangwei were hiding within the space fissure, blown by turbulent space currents, not daring to venture out.
Yang Feng peered outside the space fissure, where some fearless, ugly deformed armies were clawing wildly, channeling Wind Technique into the space fissure, attempting to blow him and Yang Qiangwei away, to be completely lost within.
Yang Feng’s hand appeared with an Ancient Coin, intending to infuse all the spirit stones into it, to destroy everything on Feng Yi and the Floating Island.
100,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones already possessed Nascent Soul might.
240,000 of them... everything would end.
But Yang Genshuo suddenly stopped them.
"Wei, my blessing is limited. When the power of traversing the space fissure runs out... you and Xiao Feng will be completely devoured, and no one can save you."
"If Yang Feng exhausts all efforts to smash down... the entire space would tear apart, you might directly fall into this endless space fissure and never come out!"
Yang Genshuo’s Miracle had a limitation: you could only borrow the same talent once a day.
Unlimited borrowing was not allowed.
There was a cooldown period.
And this space talent was unique, no other counterpart.
Even someone as talented as Yang Qiangzheng lacked space-related talent.
This meant Yang Qiangwei was not endlessly wandering within the space fissure, before this power runs out... she must flee with Yang Feng, or else... the consequences would be far more severe than falling into the Demon World.
If Yang Feng were to throw out all 240,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones, Yang Genshuo feared they would also be affected, dying thoroughly within the spatial currents.
Yang Qiangwei immediately understood too.
"Xiao Feng, we can’t use them like this... we only need to use these spirit stones to pave the way, just to leave here."
Yang Feng heard, knowing the seriousness, he had once discussed things concerning the Nascent Soul Stage with Murong Ziyuan; the Twelve Dynasties were not as solid as Spirit Miao Continent, rather akin to twelve large cave mansions.
These twelve cave mansions were floating in the void, apart from the Treasure Ship of the Ten Great Immortal Sects could traverse them, no one else could pass; the stability in this area was not high, unable to bear the might of the Nascent Soul Stage, acting rashly would lead to the collapse of the Twelve Dynasties.
Once a Dynasty’s space collapses, the other eleven Dynasties would be impacted and affected, the final outcome is unpredictable.
"Damn it! Feng Yi... I’ll spare your dog life for now, until my strength restores, I’ll personally take your dog head!"
"Weiwei, let’s go!"
"Qiankun’s throw!"
Yang Feng directly infused 10,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones, casting a Golden Core Perfect Realm magic.
Boom!
Seven-colored Spiritual Power erupted from within the space fissure, directly wiping out all deformed armies blocking Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei!
Not a shred left.
After Yang Feng cleared the numerous deformed armies in front of him, he saw a deformed army with three arms flying straight towards him.
Immediately, a peculiar bloodline connection was triggered.
Yang Feng knew... this person and himself were direct relatives.
Recalling what Ye Liyue just said, he instantly understood... this person was Ye Liyue’s first child, and also his father Feng Xun’s elder brother.
He wore a mask, terrifying in appearance, eyes devoid of excitement or fear, only endless numbness.
Yang Feng didn’t know what Feng Yi did in training these deformed armies... but he knew, killing them was a form of liberation.
"Unmet granduncle... your nephew bids you a journey, next life in a kind household."
"Qiankun’s throw!"
Yang Feng flipped his hand, throwing another 10,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones, obliterating three-armed men and numerous Golden Core deformed armies behind him.
Feng Yi was greatly horrified upon witnessing this.
"Stop him! Don’t let him go!"
More deformed armies rushed up fearlessly like zombies, stacking themselves up to stop Yang Feng from crossing.
Yet Yang Feng, at this moment holding 240,000 Mid Grade Spirit Stones, was filled with confidence.
"Come! Let me see if your people can’t be slaughtered completely!"
"Feng Yi, my Feng Family members trained as dogs by you, today, in the name of the Feng Family Head... grant you the final mercy."
"Qiankun’s throw!"
"Liberate!"
Yang Feng obliterated all deformed armies blocking his front!
Not a single one left!
Blood and flesh flew across the air, Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei walked hand in hand boldly forward, without hesitation!
This Feng Family treasure, at this moment, was paving the way for the true Feng Family Head!
With more and more deformed armies loyal to Feng Yi dying, his Ancient Jar gradually losing power, beside him the Golden Core burning Ye Liyue smiled comfortingly.
"Feng Yi, the Ancient Jar is nearing out of your grasp, your good days are numbered."
"No! Impossible! I... I’ve planned for so many years, I still have... I still have means! Feng Xin, go and stop him!"
Feng Xin sighed seeing the deformed armies being no match for Yang Feng.
