Young Martial God

His eyes were filled with endless shock.    

A martial artist with a single thought?    

Bang!    

The astonishing aura was like millions of sharp blades cutting through the surrounding air. Waves of air swept up layer by layer. A figure landed on the ground. The ground cracked inch by inch.    

Ye Zhi's eyelids twitched. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with shock.    

"Who is it?"    

He shouted.    

"Who is this person? Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?" Ye Zhi frowned and felt confused.    

Meng Feng stared at Ye Zhi with a sinister smile. "You don't know who I am? "Ye Zhi, you are really a man of high status who forgets things. How dare you kill my son? I will make you pay with your blood today."    

"What?"    

Ye Zhi's eyes narrowed. A figure appeared in his mind. He took a deep breath and said in surprise, "You are the elder of the Meng Family, Meng Feng."    

"Haha, that's right. I am Meng Feng. I don't care what reason the patriarch gave up, but you must die today."    

Meng Feng's eyes turned red. Boundless hatred and killing intent rose instantly. Countless stones in the surroundings exploded under the momentum.    

Under this pressure, Ye Zhi felt the pressure of Mount Tai pressing down on him. Large drops of sweat kept dripping down. The intense pain in his chest stimulated his nerves.    

"cultivator of One Thought Stage, I can't withstand it at all? Damn it!"    

"Azure spirit energy?"    

Ye Zhi was extremely anxious. He recalled the scene in the battle arena and hurriedly activated his azure Spiritual Energy. However, he was surprised to find that there was no reaction from his azure Spiritual Energy.    

F * ck!    

At this critical moment, the azure spirit energy did not react, making Ye Zhi's heart jump to his throat.    

"Die."    

Meng Feng's eyes were filled with anger and he laughed wildly. He turned his palm into a claw and released his dark spiritual energy, which turned into a fierce leopard.    

He opened his mouth wide and a violent aura surged into the valley. It surged through the air and grabbed at Ye Zhi's head like a bolt of lightning.    

"There's no way to stop it. Even if I activate my spiritual fire, I can only see a trace of an afterimage. Is this a One Thought Stage warrior?"    

Ye Zhi opened his eyes wide. His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with bitterness.    

If this strike hit him, he would die.    

At the moment when it was about to happen, he gritted his teeth and used all of his Qi, blood, and spirit energy to punch with all of his strength.    

Bang!    

"Ya ~"    

Ye Zhi was thrown into the mountain, embedded in it. His right hand was broken, and he hung down helplessly.    

A miserable wail resounded throughout the valley, and it caused one's heart to tremble in fear when they heard it.    

"He's not dead yet?"    

Meng Feng looked at Ye Zhi, who was in the mountain wall, with his eyes wide open. A trace of surprise appeared on his face.    

"It's over," Ye Zhi said.    

Meng Feng used the force of his feet and jumped high into the air. His fist was covered with a terrifying amount of black spiritual energy. The power of his fist made the air around him shake violently and crack.    

A deep black Fist Shadow shattered the void. The violent vibration was like a storm, shaking Ye Zhi's head until it buzzed and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.    

Bang!    

Bang! Bang!    

The crisp sound of a fist echoed in the valley.    

Ye Zhi's body suddenly tightened. His eyes bulged out. The indescribable pain made him feel as if his eyeballs were about to burst.    

"Wu ~"    

He let out a painful cry from his throat. He opened his mouth, and a thick stream of blood flowed out.    

His energy was also rapidly depleting.    

Was he really going to die here?    

He lowered his head with difficulty, and a large fist sank deep into his chest. A bloody hole appeared, and blood gushed out.    

No, I can't die here. I still have to stand at the peak of martial arts, and I have to look for my older sister.    

How can I die?    

Ye Zhi roared in his heart. His strong desire to win filled his mind.    

The pair of bulging eyes suddenly burst out with a strong blue light.    

"What's going on?"    

Meng Feng suddenly shouted.    

He quickly withdrew his fist and stared at the hole in Ye Zhi's chest.    

Inside the hole, blood vessels could be seen. One could even see the beating heart.    

Beside the heart, a beautiful blue spirit fire was floating.    

"Spirit flame, why do you have a spirit flame? Impossible!"    

Meng Feng did not believe that a Blood Soul Stage warrior would have spirit fire.    

Moreover, he was still alive after being hit by Meng Feng's killing blow.    

What kind of person was this?    

"Spirit Wielding Cultivator, you're actually a Spirit Wielding Cultivator."    

Meng Feng seemed to have thought of something. His body swayed and his eyes were filled with endless shock.    

No wonder Patriarch would give up on revenge.    

It turned out that he was a Spirit Wielding Cultivator.    

How could his son compare to a Spirit Wielding Cultivator?    

"Hur Hur..."    

Meng Feng laughed wildly. His heart was filled with hatred towards his family.    

"So what if it's a Spirit Wielding Cultivator? Killing my son will only lead to death." Meng Feng threw his head back and roared with laughter. He seemed to have gone mad as he punched heavily into the bloody hole.    

The Spirit Wielding Cultivators of the family and the Spirit Wielding Cultivator were all occupied by boundless anger and killing intent.    

Bang!    

Peng!    

Ye Zhi, who was embedded in the rock wall, trembled. A terrifying force struck his chest. The thunderous sound made him feel that death was approaching.    

However, he still stared at Meng Feng. The blue flames in his eyes became more and more intense.    

"He actually didn't die?" Meng Feng retracted his fist and looked at his intact heart in a daze. He took a cold breath.    

As a cultivator of One Thought Stage, he was actually unable to blow up the heart of a mere Blood Soul Stage warrior?    

Impossible!    

"I refuse to believe it."    

Meng Feng clenched his teeth and punched.    

Dong! Dong! Dong!    

Every punch landed on his heart. Ye Zhi's consciousness was slightly distracted, but the violent explosion of his heart woke him up.    

Meng Feng did not notice that the azure spirit fire next to his heart was shining brightly. In the spirit fire, a thumb-sized azure spirit energy quickly entered the spirit fire.    

Soon, Meng Feng looked at Ye Zhi's heart with a blank expression.    

His heart was already riddled with wounds. Only his heart and spirit fire remained motionless, relying on how he attacked.    

"You, who exactly are you?"    

This scene caused him to feel waves of terror and terror. Is this a person?    

"Cough!"    

Ye Zhi opened his eyes with difficulty. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and a trace of ridicule appeared on his distorted face. "This, this is One Thought Realm martial artist... hmph..."    

"You actually let a Blood Soul Stage martial artist ridicule you?" Meng Feng's expression froze. Soon after, he was burning with anger and felt humiliated.    

He actually couldn't do anything to this Blood Soul Stage warrior?    

"Dark Moon Strike, die!"    

Dark black spiritual energy erupted from Meng Feng's body, and a black moon emerged from his back, bringing with it strong gusts of wind. He struck his palm heavily at Ye Zhi's head.    

This was his trump card.    

"I don't believe your head can be as hard as a rock."    

Meng Feng seemed to have seen Ye Zhi's headshot, which made him extremely excited.    

Ye Zhi's dispirited eyes shook, and a force that devoured the ground suddenly surged out from the spirit fire in his heart.    

"That power has finally appeared."    

Ye Zhi was overjoyed.    

At this critical moment, he instantly raised his hand and blocked in front of him.    

Bang!    

A bright azure light instantly covered Ye Zhi's entire body. A kind of energy that could devour the heavens and earth erupted.    

"Ya ~ What's going on?"    

Under the blue light, Meng Feng let out a terrified cry.    

"My spirit fire... Ya..."    

Meng Feng looked at Ye Zhi in shock, and his body quickly shriveled up.    

His spirit fire, blood, and spirit energy were completely absorbed by this attraction.    

As the devouring process continued, Ye Zhi realized that the bloody hole in his chest was recovering quickly. His blood vessels condensed, his qi and blood surged, and his heart started beating again.    

He could feel that everything that Meng Feng had devoured was filling up his body at lightning speed.    

Gradually, a swelling pain appeared.    

"Yo, this, this is Meng Feng's spirit fire?" Ye Zhi opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the ball of black spirit fire that flew out of Meng Feng's body. He sucked in a breath of cold air.    

"Even spirit fire can be devoured?"    

Very quickly, the dark black spirit fire entered his body and let the dark blue spirit fire swallow it.    

"He really swallowed it." Ye Zhi felt his heart tremble in fear.    

A martial artist's spirit fire was the key to cultivating martial arts. Without spirit fire, not only would all of his cultivation disperse, even his life would perish along with it.    

Hu!    

Meng Feng's shrivelled body fell to the ground. The cold air under him froze him instantly.    

The cultivator of One Thought Stage died here in the end.    

"Wa!"    

Ye Zhi suddenly let out a miserable wail. He could only feel the spiritual fire in his heart jumping up and down. It was like a heavy hammer striking his heart. His entire body spasmed non-stop.    

Bang!    

Struggling intensely, Ye Zhi rushed out of the rock wall and landed on the ground. He kept rolling and rolling. The blue light on his entire body was strong, causing the surrounding cold air to be scorching hot.    

In the valley, there was a painful wail.    

In the torture, Ye Zhi found a warm power flowing out of the spiritual fire. It nourished his entire body. The terrible pain in his heart had completely healed.    

Finally, the wailing stopped. Ye Zhi fell powerlessly onto the ground, panting heavily. His eyes showed signs of palpitating.    

It was as if the spirit fire was about to explode.    

When his eyes met Meng Feng's corpse, Ye Zhi sucked in a breath of cold air. The cultivator of One Thought Stage was swallowed clean just like that.    

When his mind entered his body, Ye Zhi looked at the azure spirit flame and opened his mouth wide in a daze.    

The azure spirit fire was twice as big as before.    

"Could it be that Meng Feng's spirit energy and spirit fire are all used to strengthen himself?" Ye Zhi swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself.    

"But, what about the azure spirit energy?"    

Ye Zhi suddenly realized that apart from a few strands of azure spiritual energy that looked like strands of hair, the azure spiritual energy that was the size of a thumb and had the ability to devour had disappeared.    

"What's going on?"    

Ye Zhi was puzzled.    

"That wisp of azure spirit energy might have merged into the spirit fire. Meng Feng's spirit fire has changed your spirit fire." Unparalleled Old Devil said at this moment.    

There was a hint of surprise in his tone.    

Everything that had happened earlier had been detected by him. Even as the strongest warrior of the former Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm, the Martial Venerable Stage, he still found it unbelievable.    

The spirit fire produced by the Blue Root Stone was truly inestimable.    

"Spiritual fire transformation? Evil Venerable, why do I feel that apart from the larger transformation of the spiritual fire, it doesn't seem to have changed at all?" Ye Zhi frowned and said inexplicably.    

I don't really understand the specific situation. The spiritual fire produced by the Blue Root Stone has already surpassed the understanding of Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm. " However, what I can confirm is that your spirit fire also has the ability to devour, and it can also devour the spirit fire of other martial artists. "    

When Unparalleled Old Devil said this, there was a hint of surprise in his tone that could not be concealed.    

Swallowing other people's spirit fire, strengthening one's own strength.    

If such a thing were to spread, it would be enough to cause a sensation.    

As the foundation of a martial artist, Unparalleled Old Devil had never heard of the secret technique of swallowing spirit flames in Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.