After rescuing the two women, Ye Feng followed the demonic aura and went straight to the southwesternmost suburb of Haidong.
This place is a vast, chaotic graveyard, with expansive barren mountains, ancient roads, withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk.
The cawing of crows echoed continuously in the empty valley.
Wild grass grows everywhere, stray cats and dogs roam freely, and all kinds of wild animals roam the forest.
A mournful, piercing mountain wind swept through the valley.
The abandoned graves, left unattended for years, have been overgrown with tall grass.
Many tombstones on abandoned graves are broken.
Originally, this was the burial ground for my parents and relatives.
Later, after Ye Feng returned, the cemetery was rebuilt.
Therefore, Ye Feng is quite familiar with this generation.
The eerie aura emanated from a valley behind the mass grave.
As for the eagle that attacked Murong Anxiang earlier, it was exactly the same as this evil aura, and should have been sent by Zhan Chunqiu to plunder the lifespan of ordinary people.
As the sect leader of the Beast Taming Sect more than a thousand years ago, Zhan Chunqiu had many ways to plunder the lifespan of ordinary people, and he didn't necessarily have to do it himself.
As for the previous message sent to him, it didn't necessarily have to be the person himself; it's highly likely that it was a secret technique of transmitting sound over long distances.
The one he killed in Hong Kong was just one of his clones.
The true master would not easily make a move against an old monster like this that has been hidden for thousands of years.
In addition, the United States has recently suffered a series of severe blows, which have greatly weakened it. It is estimated that things will calm down for some time to come.
However, given their nature, they will absolutely not let Great Xia go.
The competition between the two sides will escalate and become increasingly fierce.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain; only one overlord can exist on Earth.
This contest is a fight to the death.
However, the storm has temporarily subsided.
Ye Feng was now able to free up his hands and take this opportunity to deal with Zhan Chunqiu.
His divine sense transformed into a vast net, silently enveloping the area within hundreds of miles, launching a thorough search.
"Sect Master, wait for me."
A strong, pungent smell wafted over from the mountain peaks.
The old weasel came running over with its hands behind its back, its white beard almost touching the ground.
As his cultivation level continued to deepen.
The old man's "farting skills" have become increasingly refined, and his body odor has become even stronger.
You can often smell it from several miles away.
But this old guy always liked to get close to him as if they were old friends, and volunteered.
"Sect Master, you're going to capture Zhan Chunqiu, right? How can you leave me out?"
The old weasel stretched out its paw, stroked its white whiskers, and shook its head as it spoke.
The injuries sustained in the previous battle with the drought demon have already healed.
It has to be said that this old guy's vitality is indeed quite formidable.
Ye Feng took two steps back, subconsciously using his spiritual energy to create a mask to cover his mouth and nose, automatically filtering out the foul smell emanating from the other person.
The earth trembled slightly, and a large, fleshy ball rolled over.
It was Fatty Situ, his fat jiggling all over, his "front door" habitually wide open, revealing his red underwear.
Along the way, it has crushed countless flowers and plants, and the pure gold abacus hanging around my neck jingles.
It was as if the sound of camel bells echoed through the valley in my dream.
Xiahou Ba strode over with a long sword slung over his shoulder. His disheveled hair covered half of his face, and a scar ran from his brow down to his chin. His eyes were cold and fierce, making him look more and more like a butcher in a slaughterhouse.
However, unlike before, this guy had a ring of black, malevolent flames burning above his head.
Originally, one had to enter a berserk state for their entire body to ignite with malevolent flames.
But now the flames were out of his control and began to burn on their own above his head, which was very strange.
After the last battle with the drought demon, Xiahou Ba unintentionally obtained a drop of the demon's life essence blood. After consuming it, the demonic power within his body increased dramatically.
Many times, he himself is unable to control it.
Ye Feng knew that a terrifying, bloodthirsty demon god lurked within him.
When Xiahou Ba was born, a black tornado swept through the village in the middle of the night, which the villagers considered an ominous sign.
Later, under various pressures, his parents sent Xiahou Ba to a Taoist temple on Longhu Mountain to learn martial arts from a master.
Back when he was on Youming Island, Xiahou Ba had his limbs broken and his cultivation destroyed by his enemies. He was then thrown into the Black Sea, but miraculously survived.
The bizarre experiences of the other party are enough to show that Xiahou Ba has an extraordinary background and must have a remarkable origin.
However, Ye Feng still couldn't figure this out for the time being.
Lan Yu, dressed in a deep blue Hanfu, walked gracefully, her skirt fluttering, her delicate figure appearing and disappearing in the air.
She wore her hair in a bun today, looking clean and refreshing. Her fair and pretty face had a touch of playfulness, like a blue fairy flitting among the flowers, dancing gracefully.
Like Ye Feng, all three of them used their cultivation to create masks, subconsciously keeping their distance from the old weasel, and waved their hands in front of them.
"Hey, what do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?"
The old weasel was very dissatisfied and protested.
"I can't help but say," Fatty Situ said.
"You stink! You dead weasel, you're going to suffocate me!"
The old weasel was very depressed.
The pills he had previously obtained from Guigu Hu Qingniu were not very effective and could not mask the strange smell on his body.
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