Su Fan drove the Yin Feng boat, controlled the speed as much as possible, and carefully slid towards the ground.
According to Master's jade slip, there are many ferocious flying monsters in the Demonic Abyss of One Hundred Thousand Miles, so try not to fly with magic weapons in the Demonic Abyss.
The flying monsters in the Demonic Abyss are extremely powerful. Qi-training monks who control magic weapons in the air are no match for the monsters.
At the same time, Su Fan's consciousness was completely released, and he had a panoramic view of the surrounding scene of more than a hundred feet.
In fact, the bone boat was only a few hundred meters above the ground. Within a short time, Su Fan had already landed on the ground.
For some reason, the trial disciples on the bone boat just now did not fall nearby.
Within hundreds of meters, there was no trace of the monk's breath.
Su Fan put away the Yin Feng Zhou, then took out a second-level protective bone amulet and crushed it with a "pop" sound.
"Bang..."
A colorful spiritual energy shield enveloped his figure.
He also took out the "Evil Ghost Flag" and summoned several evil ghosts, asking them to guard the surrounding area.
Su Fan took off the Yin Luo Sect's robe, and then the bones all over his body made a "click" sound. His figure suddenly became more than a head shorter, and his appearance changed into a middle-aged face with paralysis.
He took out a top-quality black robe from the ring and put it on again.
When he looked at Su Fan again, he had become another person. Even people he knew well could not recognize him.
After doing all this, Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief 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 sky is gray, the land is lifeless and dark, and there is endless mist everywhere.
And the visibility was very low, only forty or fifty meters.
There was a deathly gray color everywhere, and the muddy ground exuded a faint rotten smell.
There are pools of water of different depths all around, which are also dead quiet, and the water quality is turbid.
The air is filled with a choking smell, without a trace of aura, and there are still foreign demonic auras floating in many places.
When Su Fan thought that he would stay here for half a year, he felt extremely depressed.
I have half a year's time to do nothing wrong.
He took out the jade slip given to him by his master and placed it on his forehead.
After a while, Su Fan put away the jade slips and shook his head with a wry smile.
Although the master's jade slip contains a very detailed map of the Demonic Abyss, there is no reference at all. Even with a detailed map, the specific location cannot be determined.
It's better to move forward, find a reference point first, and then make plans.
Su Fan chose a direction at random, stepped on the muddy and rotten ground, and walked forward one step at a time.
Apart from killing a few monsters that sneaked up on him, he didn't encounter any dangers along the way.
Suddenly, a fierce ghost arranged in the distance lost contact with him.
Su Fan suddenly frowned and waved his hand, throwing out a black shadow.
The "Withered Bone Demon Viper Whip" hovered around him for a few times, then dived into the muddy ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Whoosh..."
At the same time, Sister Zhen also emerged from the "Taiyin Ghost Order" on her waist.
She took out a piece of black gauze from somewhere and put it on her body. The ghost disappeared from the place instantly.
Su Fan walked to a nearby dry forest in a few steps and stood under a shadow.
He chanted a mantra in his mouth, made seals with his fingers, and activated the "Hidden Breath Technique" and "Nine Nether Demonic Shadows" one after another.
Su Fan's figure was instantly hidden in the shadows. Not only did his aura become extremely faint, but also covered by the fog, even his figure became indistinct.
After a while, another fierce ghost placed on guard in the distance also lost contact with Su Fan.
But Su Fan acted as if nothing had happened, still standing calmly in the shadows, 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 cultivation and was wearing the robe of the Nine Nether Demon Palace.
He wore a black hat and had a thin figure, with a few black auras surrounding him like little snakes.
Walking nearly a hundred meters away from Su Fan, the black-robed monk stopped.
Although he couldn't feel Su Fan's breath, the experience of touching life and death countless times made him unimaginably sensitive to unknown dangers.
His intuition told him that there was a person hidden here.
The black-robed monk sneered. No matter how well you hide it, it's no use. It's unlucky for you to meet me today.
He took out a small pitch black jar from the ring, and then opened the lid. Wisps of black smoke flowed out of the 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, and wherever it passed, even the dark and muddy land was corroded and turned into dry ashes.
Su Fan sighed, the disciples of Jiuyou Demon Palace were indeed extraordinary.
If this were in Yinluo Sect, no one would find him hiding here, and they might have come over long ago.
Although the other party did not discover his hiding place, he sensitively sensed the danger with his amazing intuition.
At first glance, he looks like a ruthless man who has experienced hundreds of battles. He has crawled out of the dead many times.
Su Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he would change his tactics in the future.
The disciples of Jiuyou Demon Palace are not comparable to the disciples of Yinluo Sect. Not only are they rich in fighting skills, but they are also extremely powerful in combat.
Such wretched tactics are just a joke in front of the Shangzong disciples who have experienced hundreds of battles.
Thinking of this, Su Fan's thoughts came to him.
More than ten meters away from him, the "Withered Bone Demon Viper Whip" hidden underground moved slightly.
Just this slight movement was felt by the monk opposite.
"caught you……"
He waved his hand violently, and the black smoke that was spreading rapidly around him instantly condensed.
It transformed into a huge black python, roaring and rushing towards the hiding place of the "Dry Bone Demon Viper Whip".
The black-robed monk also jumped up and followed closely behind the black python.
His hands connected with the gray mist, and the black mist swirling around him was like sharp arrows, whizzing past.
"Ringling..."
Suddenly, a ringing sound rang in the black-robed monk's ears.
His vision went dark, and his head buzzed, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer.
"not good……"
An earring in his left ear broke into pieces with a "pop" sound.
Not only did it dispel the strange ringing, but it also restored his clarity instantly.
The black-robed monk secretly screamed that something was wrong, and quickly tried to crush a second-level jade amulet.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure appeared in front of him and bumped into 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.
(End of chapter)
