Just as Ye Feng was heading to the Vatican.
At Daxia Airport.
A tall, beautiful woman in a black trench coat walked briskly toward the boarding gate, dragging a suitcase.
Her jet-black hair, highlighted in waves, danced in the wind, with a few strands brushing against her deep red lips, adding a unique charm.
Wearing brown sunglasses, the large lenses almost completely covered most of her pretty face.
But it still couldn't hide her stunning beauty, attracting a lot of attention.
Occasionally, I would glance back briefly.
The fleeting beauty that caught my eye made even the bright sunshine lose its color.
This woman is Yan Ruyu, the adopted daughter of the old scoundrel Yan Song.
Yan Song has already fled.
The Yan family has completely collapsed.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
Those who had once served under the old thief still had power, but they all scattered in all directions.
At this moment, several wicked servants of the Yan family were hot on their heels.
"stop."
A group of wicked servants caught up in an instant and blocked Yan Ruyu's path.
The leader, a man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, said with a forced smile.
“Miss, before he left, the master instructed you to leave your research topic behind.”
"Hmph, this is the result of my hard work in researching. Why should I give it to you?"
Yan Ruyu is no weak woman, but a master whose cultivation has reached the Martial Soul Realm.
But she hid it very well and successfully fooled everyone, including Yan Song.
She moved with lightning speed, sweeping her leg and sending several wicked servants flying as they tried to approach.
They were hanging haphazardly on the elevator behind them.
The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced fellow was shocked; he hadn't expected this beautiful flower to have thorns.
He spread his arms, circled behind the other person, and prepared to pounce like a hungry tiger.
To be able to hug the most beautiful woman in the capital is something countless men dream of.
Yan Ruyu suddenly turned around, swung her long leg, which was encased in slim-fit jeans, and slapped it hard between the other person's legs.
A shrill scream rang out, and the weasel-faced fellow flew backward like a puppet.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Ruyu dragged her suitcase through the security checkpoint and boarded a plane bound for the United States.
...
Deep in the mountains of Shiwan.
The mountains are steep and shrouded in thick fog, with ancient pines and cypresses, and the sounds of tigers roaring and monkeys crying can be heard everywhere.
Here stands a magnificent palace, built against the mountain and hidden among the lush green pine forest.
Layers of magic arrays were set up all around, and dazzling light shot into the sky.
This is the ancient martial arts Zhao family.
In the world of ancient martial arts, many families have a long and rich history.
Like Lin Yuantu, the ancestor of the ancient martial arts family, who created the Evil-Repelling and Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique, he was the greatest master in the last eight hundred years.
The ancient martial arts Zhao family has also been passed down for over a thousand years, possessing a very strong foundation that should not be underestimated.
An old, angry voice came from deep within the Zhao family compound.
"Ye Feng, you bastard, how dare you kill the Lin family's prodigy!"
"Go, bring back his dog's head and use it to appease the spirits of the Heavenly Cauldron and the Heavenly Bell."
Then, figures flew out from the family.
Deep within the Zhao family compound.
Everywhere you look there are carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and towers, and flying eaves and corridors.
In front of a simple stone house.
The head of the Zhao family stood respectfully. His temples were gray, his features were handsome, and he had a refined and scholarly air. He wore a white robe and looked much like a scholar.
His eyes, however, were somewhat deep and cold.
“Ancestor, I have found a woman with a pure Yin body. She is currently in the Yihua Palace. Her name is Hong Qianjiao, and she is the captain of the 49th Enforcement Team of the Great Xia Dynasty. I will send someone to capture her and bring her back for your enjoyment.”
The stone chamber was quiet.
A moment later, a weak and aged voice came from inside.
"I... don't have much time left..."
The sound was like a centuries-old ghost howling in a coffin under the cold moonlight, sending chills down one's spine.
"I will bring him back immediately."
...
Ye Feng and his group have arrived at Senluo Hell Continent.
After rescuing Xiahou Ba, they will continue their journey to the Vatican.
It is worth mentioning.
With the global launch of Ye Feng's decapitation operation.
The Great Xia Dynasty was renowned throughout the world.
On the continent of Senluo Hell, no one dared to compete for the spirit mines of the Great Xia Dynasty anymore.
At the checkpoint on the island, the stone tablet erected by the Japanese in the later period to humiliate the people of Great Xia was also removed.
Lu Yu and a group of martial artists who had been stranded in this place for decades were also able to return to their country.
Hongyan's original mission was to bring them back to China, and after going through all the twists and turns, it has now been accomplished.
Black Sea.
The seawater was pitch black, like ink; as far as the eye could see, it was lifeless and devoid of any vitality.
Iron-winged vultures, death falcons, and other birds of prey circled over the Black Sea, emitting mournful cries.
Occasionally, they would swoop down to the surface of the sea to snatch the corpses of martial artists floating on the water.
Deep within the surrounding mountains, the cries of monkeys and the roars of tigers could be heard.
Every now and then, the howls of wild beasts could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.
The sky was thick with leaden clouds, a somber and gloomy expanse.
The continent of Senluo Hell symbolizes death, violence, and bloodlust.
This place is a gathering place for wanted criminals from all over the world, as well as some top experts who come in search of spirit mines and many rare and precious materials.
Because they were in a hurry to get to the Vatican, Ye Feng and his group did not have time to go ashore and instead sailed directly into the Black Sea.
The seawater below flowed like ink along both sides of the ship, as if sailing on a thick swamp.
Ye Feng stood at the bow of the ship, his divine sense spreading out, and a purple-gold light shot out from his eyes. He quickly found a faint aura of Xiahou Ba.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
