Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

This wonderful figure is actually a person Ye Feng knows. It is Yan Siya, the owner of the treasure cabinet of the Wu mansion who introduced him into the black market to find Mr. Zhao Da, who is very helpful to Ye Feng.

"What a sharp mental power. Even if the leader of the pavilion was within a hundred feet of him, he almost detected it. This leaf maple is really unexpected..."

Yan Siya looked up to the distance, and a hint of caution suddenly appeared on her smiling face: "however, it is more difficult than expected to achieve different fire. I hope he can live up to the expectations of me and Mr. DA and complete it smoothly... It will not waste my cabinet leader's spending so much time to distract the two black market experts for him..."

After saying this, Yan Siya looked at the direction Ye Feng left. Her figure shook and disappeared in place again

……

He went on for almost a whole day and gradually approached the edge of the crematorium.

Tomorrow, we will really step into that vicious place.

After a long time of fighting with monsters, Ye Feng's combat skills are becoming more and more skilled. He also felt more and more that the barrier that prevented him from entering the congenital triple was gradually becoming thin, and seemed to have a tendency to rush away at any time.

The night had hung down. Ye Feng simply ate something. Then he jumped up an ancient tree dozens of feet high and began to meditate and regulate his breath.

At the congenital level, you can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and supplement it. Therefore, even if you don't sleep or eat for a few days, there will be no problem. Just after entering the crematorium, the next battle will be more and more cruel. It is very necessary to raise your spirit and keep your body at its peak.

That night, his thoughts were very messy. One side of the distant sky was red. It seemed that even the moonlight turned red, which reminded him of Hualing's voice and smile and the bloody massacre in Zhaojiazhuang.

Hua Ling, are you still alive?

If you're still alive, where are you?

And his father ye Tian.

After coming to the powerful country of the Western Tang Dynasty, Ye Feng also asked master Dong to continue to pursue the origin of the Yellow spell. However, master Dong was vague every time. It seems that the spell left by Zhao Dapeng at the beginning is a reminder sent by Lord Yan.

This makes Ye Feng's heart heavy.

Master Dong must be to protect himself. He doesn't want to bump into the bottomless horror darkness when his strength is low. However, his father is his father after all. Ye Feng's soul has nothing to do with him, but he has the blood of the Ye family. This strong signal from his bones constantly drives Ye Feng to be conscious, independent and stronger.

At this moment, he can only hope that the next road will be smooth.

Find the strange fire smoothly, bring the green, black and quiet fire back to the black market and give it to Mr. Zhao Da, then activate the empty beast egg and hatch a powerful empty beast. I hope that with the help of powerful animals such as the empty beast, I can find my father ye Tian and Hua Ling as soon as possible, and the family will be reunited.

What is on the road to the peak of martial arts, what is famous all over the world and invincible all over the world, is empty for Ye Feng, and there is no family in his heart.

The only thing he expects most now is this

The next day, just after daybreak, Ye Feng was ready to go.

The whole night's meditation made him more aware of his expectations and heavy responsibilities. For his family, he could only go on as always, and then go out of the crematorium alive.

The heat wave is surging, and sometimes there is thick smoke. In this area, there are fire red rocks everywhere, bare and not long. Occasionally, red hot springs or magma can be seen.

In addition to the most tenacious ancient wood, there are no other creatures in the line of sight.

This is a genuine ten thousand year old crematorium, which is extremely unsuitable for human survival. Within thousands of miles of this crematorium, occasionally there will be drug collectors or orcs who are not afraid of death who break in, and people are rare.

This place can be said to kill machines step by step, and even the air is filled with a faint fiery red color. And Ye Feng recalled that he originally wanted to have a good rest and recuperate last night, but he inexplicably recalled the past, resulting in some depression today.

It seems that this area is very strange as Mr. Zhao Da said. The colored air also has some fire poison, which can quietly affect the mind of martial artists.

At this thought, Ye Feng was afraid. He poured a "Qingxin pill" from a porcelain bottle given by Mr. Zhao da. After swallowing it, he plunged into the fiery red.

"The crematorium, I'm coming."

……

However, when Ye Feng plunged into the crematorium area, behind him, a black figure was slowly approaching.

Thousands of feet away, there is a black figure similar to human beings running silently. This figure looks a little stiff, but the speed is obviously beyond the understanding of ordinary people. It looks like a ghost. One step is ten feet.

Under the red smell, Ye Feng felt a lot worse and didn't know it.

The black figure's clothes were dilapidated, and some places had even rotted into a ball. Look at the scarlet color in his pupils, full of violence and blood, and there was no mercy in his eyes. It seemed that he looked human, but in fact he had long lost his humanity.

Look at its galloping direction. It's obviously coming for Ye Feng.

Just in the blink of an eye, the black figure was close to the position less than 100 feet away from Ye Feng. Then his action slowed down, his dilapidated body was hidden in the tall ancient wood, and began to approach Ye Feng step by step.

Its human nature has disappeared, but its hunting nature remains, which makes it able to do so.

Until the black figure was less than ten feet away from Ye Feng, the latter finally realized the crisis.

"What's the smell?"

Almost in an instant, Ye Feng suddenly felt a cold killing attack behind him, which changed his face.

"Roar..."

In the next moment, the bleak roar cut through the silence in this strange space. A full red light in the air hit like lightning. The black figure opened two palms and ten fingers, and the sharp nails seemed to be made of fine iron. Under the red light, there was a heavy chill, and it was approaching Ye Feng in an instant.

"Dead!"

At the critical moment, Ye Feng still kept his inner calm. As soon as he felt out the broken knife in his hand, he chopped it with a move of flame knife.

Suddenly, the knife light sounded and the wind rippled around.

"Clang..."

The heavy blade cleaved the corpse's stiff right hand, but it didn't cut it in two, but made a sound of cutting fine iron.

Ye Feng felt a huge shock from his wrist, which made him numb.

After being surprised, Ye Feng quickly stepped back. The figure rolled on the ground in an instant, very embarrassed, but narrowly escaped the claw attack of the dead body's other hand.