After I divorced, I was chased after by the best saints

Xia Feng was alert, he held the Sky Burial Sword tightly in his hand, and quickly turned around to prepare to face the incoming enemy.

But after waiting for a long time, no other presence was seen in the dim hall, but the sound of breathing was getting closer and closer to Xia Feng.

Xia Feng could even feel some hot and wet breathing behind him.

He turned around suddenly, slashed the sky with the Sky Burial Sword in his hand, and attacked without saying a word.

However, this attack seemed to have failed without any response. The sword hit the last door directly, making a clear and sweet sound of gold and iron impacting.

Xia Feng felt that the hot and moist panting seemed to be farther away from him, but the sound of breathing became more and more obvious.

I don't know if it was Xia Feng's illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be some particularly pleasant emotions in this breathing sound.

Xia Feng stood there and did not dare to move any further. This kind of existence that could not be seen or seen could only be vaguely perceived. Xia Feng was not sure of any way to deal with the opponent.

But Xia Feng's side became quiet, and the void existence opposite seemed to become anxious, and his whole body was pressed against Xia Feng's side.

Xia Feng could clearly feel the surroundings of his body becoming slightly colder, and the hot and humid breath surfaced near his shoulders and neck again.

The hair on Xia Feng's back stood on end.

He claimed to be neither a bad person nor a good person. The number of souls that died in his hands was not even a thousand but as many as eight hundred. However, when he met such a thing that could be called a ghost, Xia Feng still felt a little nervous. Aversion to cold.

It wasn't that he was afraid that the other party would attack him, it was just that this invisible and inexplicable presence made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

If there were really visible and tangible existences, even if they were relatively powerful sword demons or evil sword spirits, Xia Feng would never be afraid.

There was a little sweat on the palm of his hand holding the Sky Burial Sword. His eyes kept scanning everything around him, and he whispered: "Although I don't know what you want to do, I can sense your existence."

"Maybe I can't attack you directly, but if you really piss me off, I don't mind destroying the entire space directly."

Xia Feng paused for a moment, his expression became a bit fierce, and the Sky Burial Sword in his hand began to condense the space avenue.

He could feel that the owner of the breath seemed to be getting anxious and wanted to explain something randomly, but Xia Feng had no intention of listening to its explanation now.

Of course, Xia Feng has no way to hear the words of this existence now.

The hesitation on his face flashed away, as if he was wondering whether it was worth giving up the temple inheritance in front of him for such an unknown thing.

However, the hesitation only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. What followed was that the dark space avenue light on the Sky Burial Sword in Xia Feng's hand became more intense.

You must know that so many protective treasures on Li Qingyu's body were unable to prevent the magic sword from invading her consciousness. Although Xia Feng was a ninth-grade true god, he always felt that no matter how cautious he was, he could not be cautious about such an unknown existence. Pass.

As the space avenue on the Sky Burial Sword gradually became denser, the surrounding space also began to collapse little by little.

Just when Xia Feng was about to swing his sword, a delicate voice that sounded like he was about to cry reached Xia Feng's ears.

"I, I just want to hear the sound, don't kill me."

Speaking of the latter part, the delicate voice began to sob, as if Xia Feng had bullied her.

The Space Avenue on Xia Feng's Sky Burial Sword froze for a moment, but did not put it away. He did not believe that the soul that could hide in the temple was a pure and kind little girl. The soul saw that Xia Feng ignored her completely. Although the space avenue condensed on the Sky Burial Sword in his hand stopped destroying the surrounding space, it still did not put it away.

The soft crying stopped for a moment, and the cry became a little louder: "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Xia Feng sneered: "Show yourself first, I know you have a way to get out."

The space in front of him fluctuated, and for a long time there was no response. Even the crying just now seemed to disappear in an instant.

Xia Feng felt it carefully, and the breathing sounds he could hear before disappeared.

He didn't believe that the spirit had left just like that. The sneer on his face became a little thicker, and the layer of pitch-black light that emerged on the Sky Burial Sword became a little more intense.

Seeing that the surrounding space was about to completely collapse, that delicate voice screamed again.

"Wait, I need to prepare, don't worry!"

"Don't you want the reward behind the door? If you destroy the space like this, you will also destroy the reward behind the door."

The movement of Xia Feng's hand paused again. The soul on the opposite side thought it had grasped Xia Feng, and said bewilderedly: "Do you want to get all three rewards?"

The Heavenly Burial Sword in Xia Feng's hand hit the second portal, making a dull sound, and a ripple of attack flashed across the entire space.

The delicate voice screamed again: "Don't hit that! Ah, it hurts!"

The sound made by the portal in the middle can attack a person's soul to a certain extent. Even Xia Feng, protected by the Dream Bead, felt the sea of ​​consciousness surge.

The defenseless spirit body heard this sound and rolled twice on the ground in pain and hatred.

Xia Feng looked around, but still didn't see the soul. The voice made him a little more impatient.

"Are you coming out? If you can't come out, just wander into the void with these things!"

Xia Feng completely lost his patience, and the surrounding space completely began to collapse. The delicate voice suddenly heard a new scream from the corner, and then a little girl in a floral skirt suddenly jumped out from the corner and faced Xia Feng bumped into him.

"You big bad guy!"

She was not tall, and she only reached Xia Feng's abdomen. After she hit her, her head hit Xia Feng's stomach directly, and she turned out to be a real person.

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, then looked in the direction of the little girl: "Come on, the entire God Burial Valley has been formed for billions of years. Even if you were really a child when you died, your soul body has lived for billions of years. , isn’t it a bit too..."

Xia Feng did not continue to speak the rest of the words, and the little girl's face froze.

It took a long time before she managed to squeeze out a sentence through her teeth: "Why are you so incapable of speaking?"

"With your behavior, you must not have a wife, right?"

Xia Feng coughed slightly, and his expression became gentle and showy when he mentioned the girls: "Sorry, I have ten wives." (End of Chapter)