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"Tongtian Altar?"

Ye Feng was startled. Isn't this the altar he was looking for?

"Want to go there?"

The Demon Emperor smiled very creepily, and layers of black and green demonic energy continued to spray out of his nostrils. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

"Yes, I want to see the demon clan priest."

Ye Feng took a deep breath and answered in a deep voice.

He felt that he was completely seen through by the Demon Emperor. It would be better to answer honestly, so that there might be a glimmer of hope.

"Interesting."

"If the Heavenly Demon King knew that his skills were actually obtained by a human, I don't know how wonderful his face would be."

A strange color flashed in the Demon Emperor's demon pupils, and there was a little playfulness at the corner of his mouth.

"Heavenly Demon King...it, is it still alive?"

Ye Feng looked at the Demon Emperor in disbelief. Isn't the Demon Lord...already gone?

"Of course, it's just not in this world." The Demon Emperor laughed strangely, "Since you want to go to the altar, this emperor will send you there."

After the voice fell, he sprayed out a breath of demonic energy.

The demonic energy flew towards Ye Feng and enveloped him in an instant.

For a moment, Ye Feng fell into endless darkness, and before he could react, the surroundings returned to light.

Ye Feng raised his eyes and looked to the left and right.

"What is this?"

His eyelids jumped slightly, and he suddenly found that he actually appeared on the high altar, and there were still strands of demonic energy that had not yet dissipated slowly floating into the air around him.

In the distance, Ye Feng saw the towering upper body of the Demon Emperor, and the huge head lowered and blinked at him.

"Boom!"

The earth shook, and the Demon Emperor's figure suddenly soared into the sky, straight into the sky, and disappeared from Ye Feng's sight.

"Why did he help me?"

Ye Feng was very confused, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it, don't think about it."

Arranging his thoughts and forcing himself to calm down, Ye Feng looked at the huge altar where he was now.

But there was no figure on it at all.

Just as Ye Feng was looking at the altar, a figure flew down from a distance with a panicked look, and then landed on the altar.

"Fortunately, I escaped."

The demon clan saint Hu Xianghan looked back and saw that the figure of the Demon Emperor had disappeared. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Her clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat.

She was extremely panicked when she saw the Demon Emperor, and fled in a hurry, all the way to the Tongtian Altar, and was lucky to save her life.

"If you meet the Demon Emperor, you can't survive even if you have the most noble bloodline. It's a pity for my array control jade pendant."

Hu Xianghan's eyes flashed, and she guessed that Ye Feng had the blood of the Heavenly Demon King.

Otherwise, how to explain that aura like the Supreme?

But the next moment, Hu Xianghan's beautiful eyes widened, and her cherry mouth opened slightly, "He... is not dead? And he actually appeared here?"

...

"What is this?"

Ye Feng quickly stepped forward and saw ashes all over the ground, which were traces of the burning talisman paper. In addition, there were also some corpses of fierce beasts.

The corpse had shriveled up, and the blood and qi had been taken away by some monster, leaving only a wrinkled skin bag wrapped around it.

"Is this the scene after the sacrifice?"

Ye Feng frowned. He had previously learned from the saint that the sacrifice was to be performed at the Tongtian Altar to sacrifice the demon king, the demon king. It seemed that it had ended?

"Did the sacrificer leave? Or did he arrive a step too late?"

Ye Feng sighed helplessly, feeling very annoyed. If he had been faster, he might have caught up.

If the sacrificer was not there, where should he go to find him?

In this case, he should leave this place first.

"Leave as soon as possible!"

Ye Feng made up his mind and prepared to leave Guiyun Ridge directly.

However, as soon as he started, he caught a glimpse of a small house at the end of the altar, and faint prayers could be heard from it.

"I don't think I noticed this house before."

Ye Feng stopped and squinted his eyes.

For some reason, he had an urge to get closer to the house. "Could it be that the priest is inside?"

The Tongtian Altar is very large. The house is at the end of the altar, about a thousand feet away, but for warriors, it is only a small space.

As he got closer, the prayers coming from the house became clearer.

"The voice is not old, who could it be?"

Ye Feng frowned. The priest was of high status. He must have lived for many years. His voice would never be so full of vitality.

Curiosity kills the cat. He knew this truth very well. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Seeing Ye Feng turn around, Hu Xianghan, who was praying in the house, changed his expression slightly.

It was not easy to lure him into the trap. How could he leave so easily?

"Squeak!"

The door opened. Ye Feng heard the movement behind him. His body froze and he turned around immediately.

When their eyes met, he saw Hu Xianghan standing in the doorway, wearing a white dress as pure as snow, with a graceful and elegant figure, like a fairy from heaven descending to the mortal world.

But Ye Feng had no interest in such a beauty, but became more cautious, staring at Hu Xianghan without speaking.

"Mr. Hu Feng?"

Hu Xianghan looked surprised, smiling like a flower, and said, "I didn't expect you to arrive so soon, please come in."

As she spoke, she extended her hand to invite Ye Feng into the house.

Hearing this, Ye Feng's heart was alarmed.

He and Hu Xianghan only met once, but the other party was so enthusiastic?

I'm afraid... there is a problem.

"No need."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Since the priest is not here, I won't bother you."

After that, he turned around and left. Behind him, Hu Xianghan said quickly: "Master Hu Feng, the priest is not here. Don't you want to know where he went?"

This sentence hits Ye Feng's destiny.

He was very concerned about the whereabouts of the sacrifice.

"Of course I want to know, but the saint told me before that the sacrifice is here, but now, he is not here. It shows that you may not believe what you say, saint."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and the demonic essence in his body began to flow slowly.

Hu Xianghan's face changed slightly, and he leaned forward and said, "Don't blame me, sir. When this saint left, his old man was still there. At this time, the priest has important matters to leave, and I feel a little guilty. If you want to know where the sacrifice is, you might as well enter the room." Talk in detail.”

While speaking, Ye Feng did not notice that in the open door, there were traces of invisible evil energy surging into his mouth and nose.

At this moment, Ye Feng looked at Hu Xianghan again, and his graceful figure became more and more blurred, looking extremely charming.

Somehow, Ye Feng nodded, "Okay, if that's the case, then there's Saint Lady Lao."

After speaking, he walked towards the house.

When Hu Xianghan saw this, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he turned aside to welcome Ye Feng in.

Ye Feng entered the house and sat at the table in the back room. Hu Xianghan poured a cup of hot tea for Ye Feng.

"Master, have tea."

"Thank you, Saint."

His eyes became increasingly blurry, but he still managed to retain some clarity. He picked up the teacup and took a sip.