"Netherworld Cliff, what kind of world is it?"
This was the idea that popped into Yang Feng's mind.
There are too many untouchable taboos involved.
It should be noted that his three thousand chaos demon gods included Pangu.
Pangu was an accomplished saint who broke through the Tao with his strength, a supreme saint who achieved fruition.
Finally, he incarnates into the world and scatters all his Taoism.
"Haha! A place to become an immortal, a place that all races look forward to and admire. Here immortals, demons, monsters, Buddhas, ghosts, and even creatures from the underworld will appear, giving you a chance to become an immortal."
"As expected! In this world, too many people have been buried. Now those people have sensed the opportunity to become immortals. Are they about to be born?"
Yang Feng's words seemed like he was talking to himself, but also like he was asking Xue Tong.
"Let me go, and Bloody Plains won't make things difficult for you."
Xue Tong still used Blood Plain to suppress Yang Feng.
Little did he know that Yang Feng didn't even know what the Bloody Plain was, so how could he be afraid?
"Hmph! Take me to Di Jiang and spare your life!"
Yang Feng did not want Bingyao and others to have their memories devoured, their souls eaten away, and sleep forever.
"Dijiang? You are from the human race. He won't see you. You'd better give up!" Kanshu La
Xuetong didn't take Yang Feng's words to heart.
Even if there are those in the Wu Clan who are sleeping in Netherworld Cliff, they will not wake up now. Everyone is waiting for "how" to bloom and achieve the fruit of immortality.
Lift the clouds and soar.
"Oh? Who did you say you wouldn't meet?"
A biting cold wind came, making people shudder.
"Sister Yao."
"Um."
"The Blood Eye Clan, the descendants of Sin Blood, no wonder they are so arrogant. Is Blood Plain very strong?"
Xue Tong then turned his attention to Bing Yao, and his body froze in place.
"Bing, Ice Immortal, a contemporary of the Blood Ancestor? How could you wake up early?"
The reason why Xue Tong dared to shout in front of Yang Bao was because the Blood Plain was the home base of his Xue Tong clan, and with the Blood Ancestor in charge, no one could compete with the Blood Ancestor even if Yang Feng was strong in cultivation and went to the Blood Plain.
"Xue Tong, those shady blood cloaks have taken root in the Blood Plains, right? Take me to see them."
"How do you know? I understand that you came in from the outside world. In the Battle of Immortal Fall, 99% of the immortals died. Why did you still... break the situation! Are you the one who broke it?!"
In the Battle of Immortal Fall, too many people were buried. Ninety-nine percent of the immortals fell in this battle, but an immortal is an immortal after all. Heaven and earth will not restrain his body, and the underworld will not seduce his immortal soul and annihilate it. , as long as there is still a trace left, he will come back after endless years.
Bingyao was different, she was the one who broke the situation. She was the one who entered the Burial Sky Coffin, absorbed the power of the Burial Sky, and was later released by Yang Feng.
She just slept forever, and neither her physical body nor her immortal soul was destroyed.
"Xuetong, your blood realm is broken and your blood pupil is disabled. You are no longer worthy of being a member of the blood pupil clan. If you don't take me to the Bloody Plains to atone for your sins, they will not let you go."
Bingyao seemed to know the bloody plain well.
"Okay, if you insist on going to the Bloody Plains, I will take you there."
"Sister Yao, I'll go with you."
"Feng, I'm going to see the Blood Ancestor this time, and you also want to see Di Jiang. This is the position of the Wu Clan, but the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu Clan have terrifying combat power. If something cannot be done, don't force yourself."
Bingyao warned Yang Feng a few words, turned around and left with Xue Tong.
"Sister Yao, you have to take care of yourself. I'll wait for you to come back."
Hearing this, Bingyao just waved towards Yang Feng and did not look back.
Yang Feng's sea of consciousness was engraved with the map of the Wu clan.
It turns out that there are more than just Netherworld Cliffs, including Soul Sacrifice Sword Formation, Immortal Burial Bridge, Black Dragon Pond, Blackwood Swamp...
There are many places where it's like, dust.
There is no end, including thousands of races. When the Tao Fruit matures, they will all wake up.
nobody
Can be blocked.
Yang Feng did not set out immediately. He waited for two days and still no one came out of the bodhi tree, so he left.
Wushan.
It was hundreds of miles away from the Bodhi Realm, but Yang Feng, who only had the Mahayana cultivation level, hurriedly set out to reach Wushan in just half a day.
The Witch Clan is a race that does not cultivate the soul, but takes the path of physical body sanctification.
At the beginning, the twelve ancestral witches were all quasi-sages in their respective cultivations. The formation set up by the twelve people together could kill the saints.
It was just that they were plotted later and the demon clan captured the heaven. However, in the battle between the lich and the lich, both sides were injured, and the human race took advantage of them. At this point, the witch and demon clan have withdrawn from the stage of history.
But never thought that they would actually fall asleep in this world.
"We've arrived in Wushan. Along the way, I saw a lot of unfamiliar faces. Could it be that a long time has passed? It doesn't make sense!"
Yang Feng looked underground through the clouds just now and found many unfamiliar faces.
There are both demon cultivators and immortal cultivators.
So he guessed that his experience in the dusty world was not a dream, but reality?
Thirty-eight years!
Thirty-eight years have passed in this world, perhaps because it is within the Bodhi Realm and is cut off from outside contact.
The soul card was disturbed, causing the people of the Immortal and Demon Alliances to mistakenly think that they were dead.
If this is true as he guessed, then it is estimated that people from both the Immortal and Demon Alliances have entered Netherworld Cliff, and many have even died.
Because only one out of ten can make it here, Yang Feng had personal experience. The first level of the Soul Sacrifice Sword Formation required a crowd of people.
"No matter what, let's go and see what mysteries are in Wushan first."
Wushan stands tall and majestic.
People need to raise their heads to see the top of the mountain.
Taking the first step into Wushan, Yang Feng seemed to be inspired by the three thousand chaotic demon gods who had already merged with his physical body.
"Is it because of the Pangu essence and blood in the body of the Twelve Ancestral Witches? It triggered my Pangu Dharma."
One of Yang Feng's three thousand avenues, the law of force, is the Pangu Dharma.
Although there is only a trace of soul left in the Dharma image, he was still a saint during his lifetime.
Even if it is to be destroyed, the inspiration from somewhere is unmistakable.
After thinking about this clearly, Yang Feng no longer stayed, followed the guidance of Pangu Dharma, entered Wushan, and looked for the head of the twelve ancestral witches, Di Jiang.
The mountain road is steep and winding.
However, Yang Feng flew directly, and after a while, he flew to the top of the mountain.
See, a powerful monster with a physical body.
The bulging muscles are not like what a person can possess, explosive power that can destroy the world.
"Come on, my feelings are getting stronger and stronger as I climb this mountain."
boom!
boom!
The mountains are moving.
Isn't this fake?
After shaking violently for a while, a monster with a bull's head and human body emerged from under the earth's crust.
"What race do you come from, and you dare to trespass into my Wushan Mountain?"
"I want to see Master Zuwu, may I ask..."
"The ancestral witch? Why do you want to see the ancestral witch? And who are you, Sanqing?"
The monster with the head of an ox and the human body looked at Yang Feng carefully.
I always felt that I had seen something similar somewhere, and suddenly I remembered that it was the three people who claimed to be the Pangu authentic sect, and were transformed into the Sanqing by the great god Pangu and the Yuanshen.
"Sanqing, this is my ancestor. I am a descendant of Sanqing. I came to pay homage to the ancestral witch."
Yang Feng suppressed the pressure, and the Pangu Dharma was restless on his body.
Now his cultivation level has skyrocketed and his fighting power is not bad, but this is Wushan, the territory of the ancestral witches. What's more, if he exposes the Pangu Dharma, he will not face a single one among the twelve ancestral witches, but all twelve ancestors. Wu, even the whole Wushan.
"The descendants of the Sanqing Dynasty, haha! Don't they call themselves Pangu Zongsong? Why don't I detect any of the spiritual aura of Pangu God in you? Has the inheritance of the human race fallen to this point?"
