In front of him was a strange world, the sky was gray and black, as if there was no brilliance.
The ground beneath your feet is filled with gravel.
But these gravels are bright red, and the red is dazzling, in sharp contrast to the dark sky.
At a glance, the endless bright red sand makes people feel inexplicable heart palpitations and panic.
As soon as Han Feng stepped into the first level of heaven and earth, he felt a discomfort in his heart and his whole body was terrified.
It is worthy of being the place where the ancient demon is sealed. This weird atmosphere alone is scary enough.
Han Feng endured the uneasiness in his heart and looked around, trying to find the big demon with a trace of the blood of the ancient mythical beast "Jian".
However, the surroundings were empty and dead, as if there were no living creatures.
Just when Han Feng was a little confused.
"Ding ding ding..."
Several sounds came from behind, as clear and crisp as the sound of jade beads colliding.
Han Feng was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a strange scene.
What he saw behind him was the empty sand.
An old man with a body as skinny as a withered bone appeared unexpectedly.
The old man's clothes were in tatters, exposing his rugged back. His gray hair was like weeds, hanging casually behind his head. His right sleeve was empty, and he was actually missing a right arm.
Moreover, the old man was kneeling on the sand at this moment, using his only left hand.
He held a blood-red ball the size of a pigeon egg, looked at another blood-red ball on the sand not far in front of him, and flicked it with his finger.
The ball flew out of his hand, fell in a parabola, and hit another blood-colored ball, making a crisp "ding" sound.
The old man let out a satisfied laugh, took out a blood-colored ball from his sleeve, and continued to aim.
"Fuck...!"
Seeing this scene, the strange feeling in Han Feng's heart that had just been exaggerated disappeared in an instant.
Xin said, this old man appeared out of nowhere and was playing marbles on the sand.
As if aware of Han Feng's gaze, the old man did not pop out the second marble.
Instead, he slowly turned his head and looked at Han Feng.
I saw that the old man's face was as withered as tree bark and covered with wrinkles.
Moreover, the left eye socket was dark, with no eyeball, only a cloudy right eye.
"hiss……!"
Han Feng was slightly surprised. The image of this old man was really impressive.
When the old man saw Han Feng, his face was still expressionless, and when he saw Xian'er beside Han Feng.
The turbid right eye flashed with light, and his expression seemed a little fearful.
He frowned and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound in his throat.
"What are you doing here?"
Xian'er looked at Han Fengdao with a normal expression.
"He is the new owner of the Demon Refining Pot and wants to see you for something."
"New owner!"
The old man's pupils shrank and he stared at Han Feng.
After a while, the old man let out a hoarse, strange laugh.
"Hehe... No wonder I feel that the seal of the Demon Refining Pot has become much weaker recently. It turns out that guy has died!"
Xian'er said calmly.
"Even if the master dies, the seal in the Demon Refining Pot cannot be broken by you."
The old man smiled noncommittally, then leaned over and picked up the two blood-colored beads on the sand.
Then he slowly stood up and walked towards Han Feng and the other two.
When he got up, Han Feng discovered that the old man was walking with a limp and was actually a lame.
Moreover, the old man's body was so thin that he seemed to have only the skeleton of a leather bag left in his body.
It's swaying, as if a gust of wind could blow it over.
Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't help but cast strange eyes on Xian'er.
"Xian'er, he...he is the big demon you said, who inherited a trace of the blood of ancient beasts?"
Xian'er blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded.
"yes."
Han Feng's face suddenly turned dark, and the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling like he was being treated as "mentally retarded."
Shouldn't a great demon with the bloodline of ancient divine beasts be bound by countless iron chains as thick as buckets, capable of covering the sky and the sun at every turn, and shaking the earth and mountains with a roar?
You actually told me that the blind, broken-armed, lame old man in front of me... half-body buried in the ground is an invincible super demon at the same level?
Han Feng felt that his world view had collapsed.
Are all the great demons like this now? If the other demons in the eighth heaven are similar to the old man in front of him, Han Feng wants to shout to them.
"I want to hit ten!"
At this time, the old man had already arrived in front of the two of them, and his muddy one eye looked up and down at Han Feng.
The old man took the initiative and asked.
"Little doll, what's your name?"
"Uh...my name is Han Feng."
Although Han Feng felt disillusioned after seeing the true appearance of this big demon.
But out of politeness, he responded anyway.
The old man nodded.
"Well, my name is "Yin Zun", what do you want from me?"
"Silver Lord."
Han Fengxin said that this name is quite stylish, but it's a pity...
He hesitated in his heart whether to explain his purpose.
After all, looking at the other party's appearance, it would be difficult for him to survive this winter.
However, before Han Feng could speak, Yin Zun stared at Han Feng's one eye, and a faint light suddenly flashed.
Immediately he shook his head and said.
"I was born with no pulses, and my muscles and bones are still so weak. It seems that someone has given me a chronic poison that has penetrated into my bone marrow.
Tsk tsk... Little doll, with your qualifications, you should be considered the most rubbish among the previous owners of the Demon Refining Pot. "
"Holy shit...!"
When Han Feng heard this, he suddenly had the urge to explode.
He was mercilessly despised by an old man who was so "impaired" that he couldn't even walk steadily.
Han Fengxin said, if it weren't for your old age, I would have brought you down in a minute, believe it or not.
As if he noticed a hint of dissatisfaction in Han Feng's eyes, the old man laughed dryly and said.
"Looking at your situation, you probably want to ask me for advice on body refining techniques to quickly improve your strength and expel toxins from your body at the same time, right?"
Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but change his face slightly.
The other party actually guessed the purpose of his visit with just one sentence.
Think back to what the other person just said.
"He is born with disabled veins, weak muscles and bones, and poison enters the bone marrow." All of them are correct.
From the beginning to the end, the old man just glanced at himself.
Han Feng was a little surprised and wondered, is this old man the type who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?
Suspicious, Han Feng nodded.
"Yes, this junior has encountered some troubles in his practice now, and I would like to ask the old gentleman for some advice."
Han Feng was smiling and had a great attitude.
However, Yin Zun waved his hand and said.
"Guide me... I'm not interested, your talent is too rubbish, I don't want to waste my time teaching you.
Besides, you are the master of the demon refining pot, and you have become stronger, which will not do me any good. "
After saying that, Yin Zun turned around.
He took out the blood-red ball in his sleeve and continued to lie on the sand, playing with marbles.
Han Feng was so angry at Yin Zun that his eyelids jumped. This old guy was so irritating.
They kept shouting "trash" one after another, no matter who they were, they would be able to bear it.
Han Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and prepared to let Xian'er take him back.
Even if the cultivation level is improved slower, it is still better than being angry with this old guy.
Furthermore, Han Feng also had deep doubts about the Silver Lord's strength.
Han Feng was about to turn around and leave, but Xian'er held him back and comforted him softly.
"Master, don't be familiar with him. This guy has this temper, but when it comes to strength, he is not weak."
When Han Feng heard this, he questioned.
"Xian'er, do you think he looks like a master?
What kind of great demon can grow up to be so honorable? It's just a "remnant demon" at best! "
"Pfft...!"
Xian'er couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, but then she shook her head.
"Master, look at people just like you look at things, you can't just look at the appearance.
Do you know why he is like this? "
Han Feng was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously said.
"He is so arrogant, he must have been beaten by the crowd, right?"
Xian'er smiled again.
"You can say that.
In fact, the demons that were sealed in the first level were the largest in number, numbering in the millions.
Although their cultivation levels are not extremely high, they are all extremely vicious and cruel beings. When these monsters get together, they will naturally kill each other.
And Yin Zun was the great demon who survived to the end. Ninety percent of the millions of great demons died in his hands. What do you think...how strong was he? "
(PS: Five updates were delivered today, and there have been recent updates, so the update time is a little confusing. Starting tomorrow, the update time will return to around 6 p.m., I hope everyone can understand.
At the same time, thank you all for your rewards and monthly ticket support. The monthly ticket has not exceeded 200. I wonder if there is no possibility of adding more updates today? hey-hey……)
