Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan drove the Yinfeng Boat, controlling the speed as much as possible, and glided carefully to the ground all the way.

According to the master's jade slip, there are many ferocious flying monsters in the 100,000-mile Demon Abyss, so try not to fly with magic tools in the Demon Abyss.

The flying monsters in the Demon Abyss are extremely powerful, and the Qi-cultivating monks who drive magic tools in the air are no match for the monsters.

At the same time, Su Fan's consciousness was completely released, and the scene of more than a hundred feet around him was in full view.

In fact, the bone boat was only a few hundred meters above the ground. After a while, Su Fan had already landed on the ground.

For some reason, the trial disciples on the bone boat just now did not land nearby.

There was no trace of the breath of monks within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Su Fan put away the Yinfeng Boat, then took out a second-level protective bone amulet, and crushed it with a "snap".

"Bang..."

A colorful aura light shield enveloped his figure.

He took out the "Evil Ghost Banner" again, summoned a few evil ghosts, and asked them to guard the surroundings.

Su Fan took off the robe of Yinluo Sect, and then his bones made a "crackling" sound, and his figure suddenly became more than a head shorter, and his face changed to a middle-aged face with paralyzed face.

He took out a black top-grade robe from the ring and put it on again.

When he looked at Su Fan again, he had become another person, and even familiar people could not recognize him.

After doing all this, Su Fan was relieved and began to carefully look at the surrounding environment.

This place is similar to the small secret realm of Yinluo Sect, but the environment is worse.

The gray sky, the lifeless black land, and the endless fog are everywhere.

And the visibility is very low, only forty or fifty meters.

Everywhere is a dead gray color, and the muddy ground exudes a faint stench.

There are pools of varying depths all around, which are also deadly quiet, and the water quality is turbid.

The air was full of choking smells, without a trace of spiritual energy, and many places were still filled with foreign demonic energy.

Su Fan was so depressed when he thought that he would stay here for half a year.

What could he do with this half year?

He took out the jade slip that his master gave him and put it on his forehead.

After a while, Su Fan put away the jade slip and shook his head with a wry smile.

Although the map of the Demon Abyss in the master's jade slip was recorded very detailed, there was no reference here at all. Even with the most detailed map, the specific location here could not be determined.

Let's go forward, find a reference first, and then make plans.

Su Fan randomly chose a direction, stepped on the muddy and rotten ground, and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Except for killing a few monsters that attacked him, he did not encounter any danger along the way.

Suddenly, a fierce ghost arranged in the distance lost contact with him.

Su Fan frowned immediately, and he waved his hand, throwing out a black shadow.

The "Dead Bone Viper Whip" circled around him for a few times, then burrowed into the muddy ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Swoosh..."

At the same time, Sister Zhen also jumped out of the "Taiyin Ghost Order" on her waist.

She took out a ball of black gauze from somewhere and put it on her body, and the ghost disappeared instantly.

Su Fan walked a few steps to a dead forest next to him and stood under a shadow.

He chanted a spell, pinched his fingers one after another, and launched the "Hidden Breath Technique" and "Nine Nether Demon Shadow" one after another.

Su Fan's figure was instantly hidden in the shadow. Not only did his breath become extremely light, but with the cover of the fog, even his figure became vague.

After a while, another evil ghost who was deployed in the distance to guard also lost contact with Su Fan.

But Su Fan stood in the shadow calmly as if nothing had happened, waiting patiently.

At this time, a black-robed monk slowly walked out of the mist in the distance. He was at the eighth level of Qi training and wore the robes of the Nine Nether Demon Palace.

He wore a black hat and was thin. Several black auras surrounded him like little snakes.

When he was nearly a hundred meters away from Su Fan, the black-robed monk stopped.

Although he could not feel Su Fan's breath, the countless experiences of touching life and death made him more sensitive than he could imagine to unknown dangers.

His intuition told him that there was a person hiding here.

The black-robed monk sneered. What's the use of hiding well? You are unlucky to meet me today.

He took out a small black jar from the ring, and then opened the lid. Wisps of black smoke flowed out of the small jar like water.

The black smoke slowly circulated in the air, and then gradually condensed together, turning into a dark mist and spreading around.

The black mist spread faster and faster. Wherever it passed, even the dark and muddy land was corroded and turned into dry ashes.

Su Fan sighed. The disciples of the Nine Nether Demon Palace were indeed extraordinary.

If this was in the Yin Luo Sect, no one would have discovered that he was hiding here, and they might have come here long ago.

Although the other party did not find his hiding place, he sensitively sensed the danger with his amazing intuition.

At first glance, he was a ruthless man who had experienced hundreds of battles. I don’t know how many times he had crawled out of the pile of dead bodies.

Su Fan couldn’t help but smile bitterly. It seems that he has to change his tactics in the future.

The disciples of the Nine Nether Demon Palace are not comparable to the disciples of the Yin Luo Sect. Not only are they experienced in fighting, but their combat effectiveness is also extremely strong.

Such a shabby tactic is a joke in front of the battle-hardened disciples of the upper sect.

Thinking of this, Su Fan's thoughts moved.

More than ten meters away from him, the "Dead Bones Viper Whip" hidden underground moved slightly.

Just this slight movement made the monks on the opposite side feel it.

"I caught you..."

He waved his hand fiercely, and the black smoke that was rapidly spreading around him condensed together in an instant.

It turned into a pitch-black giant python, roaring and rushing towards the hiding place of the "Dead Bones Viper Whip".

The black-robed monk also jumped up and followed closely behind the black giant python.

With his hands, the gray mist continued, and the black mist circling around him flew past like sharp arrows.

"Ring... "

Suddenly, a bell sounded in the ears of the black-robed monk.

His eyes went dark, and his head "buzzed", as if he was hit by a giant hammer.

"Not good..."

An earring on his left ear shattered with a "snap".

Not only did it dispel the strange ringing sound, it also instantly restored his clarity of mind.

The black-robed monk secretly cried out that it was not good, and hurriedly tried to crush a second-level protective jade talisman.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure appeared in front of him and hit him hard.

Bang!!

Although the protective jade talisman held up a layer of spiritual energy shield to block the opponent's impact, he was still knocked away.