The black fire burns endlessly between heaven and earth.

In this place, countless black spirits and shrill roars continued, rising and falling throughout the sky.

There are all natural chases on all sides, and there are no edges at all. There are messy broken stones in the middle. There are black fires from the cracks of the stones, constantly emerging from the cracks of the stones.

The breath inside is burning and hot!

Yan Feng, at this moment, is in the center of these four natural barriers...

My eyes swept across the surroundings, and the rocky land was full of black flames.

Just now, Yan Feng stepped into the crack door and appeared here in an instant the next moment.

Sweeping around, countless black spirits reflected in Yan Feng's eyes.

These black spirits... are all floating around the dark natural rock walls that are endless on all sides.

But one thing is that Yan Feng was puzzled.

In this natural rock wall, there are many prison-like caves, and among them... there are black spirits after black spirit.

These black spirits seemed to be imprisoned by this stone cave, and they could not get out of it at all.

and…

Judging from the pressure spreading out of these imprisoned black spirits.

The aura of those black spirits surrounding them is obviously much weaker than that of the black spirits imprisoned in the cave...

Yan Feng swept through these black spirits and suddenly realized a lot in his heart.

If you guessed correctly, these black spirits surrounding you must be the black spirits in the ninety-nine levels in the Tower of Heaven, who were sucked in by the vortex and came to this world together with you.

These black spirit auras exist from the Heavenly Saint to the Seventh Realm.

And those imprisoned black spirits... are above the realm of the Seventh World!

That is, the realm of the eighth and the realm of the nineh!

Scan the lightly.

There are nearly thirty stone caves on all four sides!

However, they are all scattered on the back three sides, opposite one side, and none of them exists.

Thirty or above the Seventh Realm of the Desolation... This kind of strength is enough to match half a holy realm!

I didn’t expect that there was such a power in this world!

The roar of hatred echoed and howling in this chasm, and the anger in the tone seemed to wish to tear Yan Feng apart...

Those black spirits all roared towards Yan Feng, as if there was a breath that made them hate him in their bones.

And at this moment... there was laughter, echoing in this natural trench.

The heavenly trenches on all sides responded back and forth, and this laughter was like a thunder, and it could not rest between the world for a long time.

Yan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up.

With all the natural barriers on all sides, Yan Feng always faced each other. At this moment, the black stone wall began to slowly become illusory on the rock wall.

Above the cliff, there is a size of a hundred feet in size...

Inside, a huge black spirit appeared.

Eight-legged and four-handed hands, and a pair of eyes was filled with extremely rich black mist.

Those eyes...at this moment, they were staring at Yan Feng tightly!

When the black spirit appeared, the other black spirits were all frightened and fearful, and they all looked at the cliff together, not even roaring.

It is obvious that the black spirit that appears should be the head venerable of these black spirits.

"Who are you?"

There was a sound coming from the heavenly chasm and from the black spirit's head master.

The sound was so deep that it echoed in all directions. It was heard in my ears, making my back feel cold and numb.

Yan Feng, when he heard this sound, his brows slightly condensed...

I wonder what this black spirit means!

It was clearly his call to come to this place, but now he asks himself who he is!

Yan Feng looked at the huge black spirit in the heavenly chasm, his expression calmly and made no sound.

"I ask you, who are you?!"

In the heavenly chasm, the black spirit master spoke again.

Suddenly, the black spirits around him... all became furious when they saw Yan Feng not replying.

There was constant noise, but...

There is a little bit of Yan Feng who discovered that these black spirits are both angry and angry, but from beginning to end, they have never approached themselves.

He looks like he is very afraid of himself.

That fear is from the bottom of your heart!

It’s not just because there is a whirlpool flowing in my body.

But... it looks like oneself, even a look and a breath are enough to make these black spirits frightened.

"Who am I? Who are you?"

Yan Feng just replied lightly when asked about the Black Dragon Lord’s question.

"I...I am the immortal lord!"

The huge black spirit, the voice came out in a secluded light.

The Immortal Lord... Yan Feng's brows slightly condensed. This was the first time he heard of this title.

I have never heard of the saying of the Immortal Lord in this place of the Nine Continents of the Holy Land.

"Where are people?"

Yan Feng didn't talk too much about him, so he spoke directly.

Just as Yan Feng's words fell, before this huge black spirit's stone wall...

Fifteen black auras slowly appeared from the void!

Every black air was entangled with a person... hanging it in this void.

Yu Jiao and Murong Xue were also among these fifteen black auras.

"The people you said are them."

The voice of the Immortal Lord echoed again.

The thirteen people woke up at this moment. First, they were frightened by the surrounding scenes, and then everyone also saw Yan Feng's existence...!

Especially Murong Xue... In her eyes, she didn't feel any surprise when she saw Yan Feng present here.

Fengle wasn't surprised either.

After all, one of them saw Yan Feng triggering a change with his own eyes, and the other was staying with Yan Feng and witnessing Yan Feng killing the black spirit.

But otherwise, they knew that Yan Feng existed in this change for the first time.

Yan Feng's reputation had been spread throughout the Yijian Divine Sect before.

"What are you looking for me?"

Yan Feng glanced at the fifteen people who appeared. He didn't dare to be interested in the death of others. His spiritual sense just swept across Yu Jiao to ensure that she was safe at this moment.

At this moment, three feet away from Yan Feng's body.

There was black air that came out of the heavenly chasm and gathered here.

It turned into a human form, without a face, and was covered in black air, surging and rolling.

A incarnation of the Immortal Lord.

"I am the best friend to your father."

The immortal lord wanted to reach out and grab Yan Feng.

Yan Feng frowned, and took a few steps back quickly, avoiding the immortal Lord.

Up to the friendship...

Yan Feng sneered in his heart. Since he entered this world, he had felt the heinous hatred.

What a bullshit relationship? I think it should be a bloody hatred.

And from the words of the Immortal Lord, Yan Feng also understood a lot.

The reason why this happens is if nothing wrong.

It should be because I am the son of the Emperor of Desolation, and the reason why those black spirits are afraid of themselves as soon as they see them...

It is the meaning of the blood of the Emperor of the Desolate, and it is the appearance of being seventy-sixth-parted similar to the Emperor of the Desolate!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!