Mysterious underground palace
Inside the terrifying vortex.
Ye Feng was surrounded by golden light, and his appearance was solemn and dignified.
It traveled all the way to the seabed, killing hundreds of giant crocodiles along the way, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and screams echoing.
This is practically a crocodile den.
The remaining crocodiles were terrified and exchanged divine messages with each other.
"Run! These humans are terrifying!"
"I heard he's the leader of the Blood Mist Sect."
"Damn it, I'm not playing anymore. They're even more ferocious than crocodiles."
A group of crocodiles fled in panic.
Ye Feng's Xuanyuan Sword transformed into millions of golden rays, slaying all the fleeing crocodiles without sparing a single one.
At that moment, the waters of the Black Sea were dyed red.
Some terrifying, strange fish in the vicinity also fled in panic.
The seabed is full of reefs and corals.
The black seaweed swayed and danced with the undercurrent.
Ye Feng's spiritual energy transformed into a giant foot that landed, shaking away the surrounding mud and sand to reveal a huge stone tablet below.
The stone tablet was dilapidated and cracked, having existed for countless years, exuding an ancient aura.
Beneath this stone tablet, something is sealed away, which is very likely related to the mysterious Black Flame Demon Shadow that Xiahou Ba obtained.
Ye Feng took out a large iron hammer and smashed it down on the stone tablet with a loud bang, sending up a shower of sparks.
The entire seabed trembled.
The stone tablet was surprisingly intact.
Even the Xuanyuan Sword couldn't cleave it; in short, they tried many methods, but couldn't budge this dilapidated stone tablet in the slightest.
Ye Feng opened his Purple-Gold Divine Eyes and saw a mysterious black underground palace beneath the stone tablet.
Inside the underground palace, mysterious black shadows appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When they tried to look more closely, billowing black mist surged from the underground palace, obscuring their view.
In the end, they had no choice but to give up.
Ye Feng leaped away and returned to the sea, where he reunited with his seventh senior sister, Jiang Yinuo, and the others.
After rescuing Xiahou Ba, Ye Feng led everyone away from the Black Sea immediately without lingering there.
When Ye Feng and his group arrived at the Vatican, it was already noon the next day.
While on the plane.
Xiahou Ba had already regained consciousness, his eyes initially filled with confusion.
But she quickly regained her clarity and gradually recalled what had happened.
According to his account, last time on Youming Island, his cultivation was destroyed by his enemy and he was thrown into the Black Sea, where he fell into a coma and knew nothing more.
Until Ye Feng rescued him from that dilapidated old ship.
My memories of that time in the Black Sea are completely blank.
Fortunately, his lost cultivation level was miraculously restored.
His cultivation level was much stronger than before, and the mysterious baleful flames within his body became even more violent, marking a significant leap forward in his cultivation.
Having already entered the mid-stage of the Martial Soul Realm, among the people around Ye Feng, apart from Dongfang Sheng, he has the highest cultivation level.
Of course, Lan Yu's extraordinary immortal body would give any expert a headache.
On the surface, Xiahou Ba appeared no different from usual.
However, Ye Feng still managed to detect subtle differences in the other party's appearance compared to before, as changes had occurred deep within the two pupils.
There was a blood moon in his left pupil.
A gray sun was visible in the right pupil.
These changes are completely imperceptible to others.
Ye Feng remained silent, recalling the scene when he met Xiahou Ba on the ancient ship, where a mysterious and eerie black flame demonic shadow appeared within the other party's body.
The reason Xiahou Ba was unharmed was most likely because of the protection of that demonic shadow.
Even Ye Feng couldn't figure out what kind of demon it was.
They did not rashly take action to suppress it, fearing that doing so would backfire.
If the other party doesn't harm Xiahou Ba and the two sides can get along harmoniously, then so be it, and Ye Feng won't interfere too much.
But if the other party has ulterior motives, then don't blame Ye Feng for being impolite.
Everyone marveled at this.
The old weasel raised its paw and patted Xiahou Ba on the shoulder.
"It's good that you're alright, you pig butcher. I'm so grateful that you risked your life to save me this time. As the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude."
"If you feel bad about it, then you can become my follower."
Fatty Situ still harbored resentment over the other party kicking him into the Black Sea, and said indignantly.
"You damn weasel, have you no shame?"
"If you weren't the sect leader, you would have drowned in the Black Sea long ago."
The old weasel had an unusually thick skin; he stood with his hands behind his back, chuckling wickedly.
"Hmph, not just anyone is qualified to be my follower. I won't accept a sleazy fatso like you."
"Damn it, go to hell."
The two sides started arguing again, causing chaos and confusion.
Soon, the plane arrived in Vatican City.
Their group of people were particularly eye-catching.
Jiang Yinuo wore a white dress, her figure graceful and elegant, her hair dancing in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth, her jade-like skin surrounded by a crystal light.
To avoid drawing attention, she put away her black spear.
The old weasel stood with its hands behind its back, its head held high, its white beard almost touching the ground, exuding the air of a hermit sage, who would try to recruit anyone it met as a follower.
"Hey, you bunch of bastards over there, I'm giving you a chance to become immortals. Become my followers and you'll gain eternal life."
"And those few idiots, join my followers, you won't regret it."
"Have you ever seen such a handsome immortal? You bunch of idiots!"
Many Vatican warriors glared angrily along the way.
"Damn it, you're asking for it! Beat it up!"
"Chop it up and stew it with meat."
A group of martial artists charged over, their killing intent palpable.
In an instant, chaos erupted at the airport as a group of martial artists were chased around by the old weasel.
Lan Yu followed behind Ye Feng, like a blue elf. With her skirt swaying, the little girl looked incredibly charming.
Dongfang Sheng was dressed in a blue scholar's robe, holding a folding fan and waving it gently. His face was thin and refined, exuding the air of a scholar.
Xiahou Ba was disheveled and filthy, with a long knife slung over his shoulder. He was rough and fierce, like a butcher slaughtering pigs.
Ye Feng led the group forward with great strides. He wore a long black robe that fluttered in the wind, with dark eyes and black hair, handsome features, a tall and straight figure, and an otherworldly temperament.
Fatty Situ's body jiggled with fat, and a small abacus made of pure gold hung on his chest.
His front zipper was habitually undone, revealing his red underwear underneath; he drooled whenever he saw a beautiful woman.
"Hey beautiful, can I have your contact information? I'm rich and have plenty of free time..."
"Get lost, you filthy fatso."
Soon, everyone walked out of the airport.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. This time, he was going to Vatican City to massacre this holy city of Western cultivation.
Welcoming back the clan's weapons, killing the old dog Yan Song, and searching for the mother's whereabouts.
In the past, every single one of the Western knights who had pursued and killed my mother was killed.
Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
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