Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

This time, Lin Jingyu was able to spare a day to accompany Jiang Feng, which had already shown great sincerity.

Looking at the back of Lin Jingyu and the two of them leaving, Jiang Feng looked thoughtful.

Lin Jingyu seems to have noticed something.

However, Jiang Feng didn't care much about these anymore.

Today, even if he reveals his true strength, he is not afraid.

Although the strength of the Great Perfection of the God Transformation Realm has not yet stood at the pinnacle of this world.

But in the world of comprehension, there are definitely many things that can be ignored.

In particular, Jiang Feng also held the ancient artifact Baolian Lantern.

With the perfect strength of the God Transformation Realm, coupled with the Baolian Lantern, even if the Patriarch of the Fit Body Realm makes a move, he still has the power to fight.

This kind of strength is enough for him to protect himself after his strength is exposed.

Of course, this level of strength was far from reaching Jiang Feng's ultimate goal.

He will continue to grow stronger until he becomes the strongest in this world.

even……

On the boulder, Jiang Feng held the Purple Void God gourd, drank a sip of fine wine, and looked at the endless sky with faint eyes.

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After the matter of Lin Jingyu's entry into Thought Over Cliff subsided, Qingyun Sect regained its previous calm again.

All Qingyun sects are practicing step by step every day as usual.

And the senior officials of Qingyunmen didn't make any big moves.

It's just that no one knows.

Far above a blood field in the east, a shocking conspiracy is going on here.

On the blood field, endless blood mist surrounds it, and even the divine moon above the sky seems to have turned into a blood moon.

Here, stands a huge bloody palace.

Above the palace, endless blood gushes out, permeating the entire blood field, and the evil spirit soars to the sky.

In front of the palace, there is a huge portal, which seems to be watered with endless blood.

Outside the portal, there are rows of dead bones of countless people.

On the huge portal, on that bloody plaque, several incomparably strange names were engraved.

"Blood Refining Hall!"

1000 years ago, the black-hearted old devil hadn't been sealed yet, and the Blood Refining Hall was the leader of the evil way back then.

With one's own strength, it is enough to counteract the terrifying existence of all righteous forces.

However, it is a pity that after the Black Hearted Old Demon was sealed in the Fenyan Valley, the Blood Refining Hall plummeted, and very few extremely powerful experts appeared.

As a result, the Ghost King Sect became the number one force in the Demonic Dao.

In the area where the Blood Refining Hall is located, there are no huge mountains and rivers, only an endless plain.

This plain, because of the existence of the Blood Refining Hall, is also called the Bloodland Plain.

On the Blood Field Plain, not far from the Palace of the Blood Refining Hall, there is a blood-colored lake that stretches for thousands of miles.

The endless blood energy permeating the void of the bloody plain all gushes out from this blood lake.

In the lake of blood, thousands of miles deep, all kinds of strange smells are intertwined, and the strong smell of blood is extremely pungent.

At this moment, in the blood lake, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared in it.

These dozens of figures were all located on a stone platform, surrounded by Zhou Shen's powerful mana, preventing the water in the blood lake from eroding.

"Blood Soul, how long will I have to wait? I really can't bear it. 40 years, 40 years!"

"Do you know how I spent these 40 years?"

One of the skinny figures yelled at the blood-clothed figure beside him.

In the tone, it seems that there is a monstrous hatred.

If Daoxuan Daoxuan was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that this skinny old man was the ancestor of the Ghost King Sect, Old Ghost King.

By the side of the old ghost king, the aura exuded by these figures was at least at the middle stage of transforming gods.

These people exude a lot of magic aura.

Obviously, these people here are the leaders of the various sects of the Demonic Dao.

The old ghost king was obviously among the dozen or so people present, and his strength was very strong.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately attracted the attention of the masterminds of many forces.

But at this moment, the target of the old ghost king's yelling is the current Supreme Elder of the Blood Refining Hall, the blood soul old devil.

Hearing the roar of the old ghost king, the blood soul old devil slowly opened his eyes, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.