At night, the streets are brightly lit.
Ling Feng and Ren Yuyao had something to eat at the restaurant. They had just gone out and were about to leave Xuanwu Town.
At this time, a young man in green shirt came towards him with a smile on his face. It was Ren Tianxing.
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ren is here to see Senior Sister Ren?"
Ren Tianxing shook his head and said, "I'm here to see Junior Brother Lin!"
Ling Feng looked slightly stunned, and immediately said: "In that case, let's go inside and talk!"
Immediately, the three of them came to the restaurant again and booked a private room.
At this time, Ren Tianxing said: "I came here mainly for the affairs of the Tianhe Immortal Mansion. There are many dangers in the Immortal Mansion. I hope that Junior Brother Lin can form an alliance with me and support each other when encountering crises. How about it?"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Of course!"
The Immortal Mansion has strict laws and many dangers, so it would be good to have multiple trustworthy allies.
Immediately, Ren Tianxing said: "Actually, there is another thing. My father knows about you and he wants to see you."
Ling Feng's expression froze and he glanced at Ren Yuyao. He was about to meet his parents. This scene is not easy to perform!
Ren Yuyao blinked and gave a look, obviously intending to delay.
Ling Feng could only pretend to be indifferent, clasped his fists and said, "Now that the Chinese New Year is coming, I have a lot of things to do and I really can't get away. It's better to go visit my uncle next year! Please forgive me, Brother Ren!"
Ren Tianxing didn't force it and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, next year will be fine too!"
He was also afraid of being too hasty and scaring people away.
Immediately, Ling Feng said goodbye to Ren Tianxing and Ren Yuyao, returned to Xuantian Peak, and began to fuse the original power of wood in Qinglong Yuandan with the Yimu martial spirit in the form of a sacred tree.
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At the same time, on Jiuyou Mountain, under the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, there was the eleventh floor of the Netherworld Cave.
In a dark passage, a young man dressed in black advanced with a knife, his back bleak. The former Netherworld Young Master is now struggling to survive in this Netherworld Cave.
In the passage, there were gusty winds, green phosphorus fire appeared from time to time, and rotten robes and pale bones could be vaguely seen. Many of these people were once elite disciples of the Netherworld Palace, but their fate was that their souls and flesh were devoured by powerful evil spirits, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed!
But Mo Yan looked calm and walked slowly along the intricate passages, as if a king was inspecting his territory.
Suddenly, a little girl's cry sounded, like a low whimper, but very clear. Sometimes the sound was distant, and sometimes it seemed close at hand.
Mo Yan's face was solemn, and he looked around attentively, but suddenly a white figure appeared in front of his eyes. From the two pigtails on her back, it could be vaguely seen that it was the figure of a young girl, who seemed to be lowering her head and crying. A cold murderous intention appeared in his eyes, and his figure flashed for an instant. The magic weapon-level sword condensed with black light flashed across quickly, and the back of the girl in white collapsed into a ball of black aura. Then he sheathed the knife and was about to move forward again.
Suddenly, the girl's cry sounded again behind him, and at the same time, a white girl with her head lowered appeared behind him.
Mo Yan's figure flashed again, the long sword quickly unsheathed, and quickly slashed across the girl in white, defeating her into a ball of black ghost energy.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the girl's crying sounded again.
"The Art of Clone!"
Mo Yan once again killed the girl in white with his sword, but frowned slightly. This technique of clone is very difficult for people. They must reach the realm of Yuanshen to truly separate the incarnation outside the body. Even if it is a temporary clone, it requires the realm of golden elixir to be condensed. But for evil spirits without entities, clones are much simpler, and the ghost general realm can separate clones at any time. However, this evil ghost was killed by him several times in a row, and a lot of ghost energy must have been lost, but he showed no intention of retreating. This evil ghost is obviously not a trivial matter, and must be a person with extremely profound skills!
However, there was nothing in his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and replaced his own senses with the thoughts of his soul.
After a moment, the girl cried again, and a white shadow came from behind.
Mo Yan suddenly turned around, slashed with his sword, and the white shadow disintegrated into a ball of ghost energy.
At this moment, a black ghost claw came towards him. Although it is just a condensed ghost claw, it seems to be substantial, and its power is close to the peak of the fourth level! This ghost claw is the true form of the evil spirit hiding in the dark! Moreover, when this ghost claw attacked, there was also an extremely powerful soul power that attacked Mo Yan's sea of consciousness. As long as he is hit by the evil ghost's soul attack, his soul will definitely be shaken, and then his body will be pierced by the ghost claws that follow.
However, Mo Yan was not affected at all. He suddenly turned around and slashed with his sword. The blade condensed a powerful sword intent and slashed out!
A shrill scream rang out, and the ghost claws disintegrated into scattered masses of black energy, shooting forward and backward towards the passage, obviously preparing to escape.
At this moment, a black soul vortex appeared above Mo Yan's head, emitting a powerful suction force and forcibly absorbing all the black energy.
Immediately, the black Nine Netherworld Fire burned, quickly refining the soul of the evil ghost. The evil ghost kept screaming in agony. It was obvious that the pain of refining the soul was far beyond the physical pain.
Mo Yan's expression remained unchanged. After about a quarter of an hour, the screams suddenly stopped, and it was obvious that he had been completely refined.
At this time, he said coldly: "Now that you are here, come out!"
Immediately, a bloody wave of light appeared in front of Mo Yan, rippling slightly, revealing a middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes. He held his fists respectfully and said, "See you, young master!"
At this time, the Blood Demon General looked at Mo Yan, feeling a sense of awe in his heart. Although Mo Yan's appearance has not changed, his energy and spirit have undergone earth-shaking changes. In the past, Mo Yan was in a high position. Although he had strong talents and advanced cultivation, he rarely took action. The so-called son of a rich man cannot sit down in court! Therefore, at that time, Mo Yan always regarded himself as a wise man, like a great counselor, planning the world with wisdom. But at this moment, Mo Yan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, like a battle-hardened general, killing decisively!
Of course, the more important thing is that Mo Yan's cultivation strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Even the powerful ghost general who is close to the fourth level peak can't survive ten moves under Mo Yan's hands, and he is completely refined within a quarter of an hour. With this strength, even the Blood Demon General, who is the third among the Eight Demon Generals, is not sure that he can defeat him. With this strength, the eleventh level of Netherworld Cave is no longer difficult for him.
At this time, the Blood Demon General understood why the Lord of the Netherworld Palace put Mo Yan on the eleventh floor of the Netherworld Cave. It was said to be punishment, but in fact it was to temper him. The Netherworld Cave is connected to the underworld. The concentration of Xuanyin Qi in it is far higher than that in other places, and the cultivation speed is extremely fast. Moreover, killing powerful evil ghosts and refining soul power and Xuanyin ghost energy can also greatly improve the spiritual soul and true energy cultivation.
Mo Yan said expressionlessly: "General Blood Demon, mother, do you have any instructions for me?"
The Blood Demon General said: "Yes, the Palace Master said, let you go to the twelfth floor of the Netherworld Cave. If you can eliminate the evil spirits in it, the punishment can be ended in advance!"
"Oh, other than that, does General Blood Demon have anything else?"
Mo Yan said calmly, as if he was not afraid of the horror of Netherworld Cave Twelve.
The Blood Demon General pondered for a moment and told him about Ling Feng's participation in the seven-sect competition, defeating Shen Tianjun, Yuan Tiangang and many other powerful men holding fifth-level magic weapons, as well as the upcoming appearance of the Tianhe Immortal Mansion.
Mo Yan smiled lightly and said: "On February 2, the dragon raises its head and goes to the Nulong River to collect treasures, haha."
Immediately, his figure flashed, disappearing quickly like a ghost, apparently heading towards the entrance to the twelfth floor of the Netherworld Cave.
The blood demon general was trembling in his heart, fearing that this Young Master Mo Yan would never let Lin Feng enter the Immortal Mansion to retrieve the treasure with peace of mind. chapter;
