Ye Feng had previously heard his master mention the Senluo Hell Continent.
There are nine continents in the world.
That is, nine continental plates, plus four oceans.
Each of the eight continental plates is governed by a separate country, which can maintain normal social order and is relatively peaceful.
Only this Senluo Hell Continent is said to be in complete chaos, with no country governing it.
It is a dark place of global bloodshed and killing.
Many high-ranking martial artists wanted by the world gather there, making it a haven for filth and corruption.
It's easy to imagine how good the public security would be.
Previously, his fifth senior sister, Huang Fengyi, had mentioned to him that the headquarters of the Seven Killings Hall should be located in the Senluo Hell Continent.
The exact location could not be determined.
Now, Ye Feng finally knows that it's on Netherworld Island.
He knew that the Blue-Faced Asura wouldn't dare to deceive him.
At this moment, the blue-faced Asura hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.
"only……"
Ye Feng asked.
"But what?"
The blue-faced Asura spoke haltingly.
"The coordinates of that Netherworld Island... cough cough... are constantly changing."
"Today you're here, but tomorrow your location will often be different... cough cough..."
Ye Feng felt this didn't make sense, so he tightened his grip on the other person's neck and pressed for an answer.
"So how do you get back from your business trip?"
The blue-faced Asura spoke weakly again.
"Cough cough..."
"After we return to the Netherworld Continent, headquarters will send someone to pick us up."
Ye Feng stared intently into his eyes and, finding no sign of panic, realized the man was not lying. He continued to ask.
Why is this happening?
"That's what the blue-faced Asura said."
"I'm just a mid-level elder at headquarters... I can't really explain the specific reasons..."
"I've only heard that our headquarters, located on Netherworld Island... happens to be situated around a spacetime rift..."
"That's why this strange phenomenon often occurs..."
Ye Feng could sense that the Green-Faced Asura dared not deceive him.
However, this person cannot be killed yet; he is still useful.
...
at the same time.
Inside the Ziyun Tiangong Manor in Haidong.
Shouts of battle could be heard.
Many martial artists, all from the Blood Mist Sect, lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood.
The one who made the move was a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe, with a hooked nose, a gloomy face, and a fierce look in his eyes.
Their methods were extremely brutal; every time they attacked, a member of the Blood Mist Sect would fall.
This person's cultivation level is at the first rank of the Martial Soul Realm.
Behind him were many martial artists, who were engaged in fierce fighting with the Blood Mist Sect members.
Among the Blood Mist Sect members present, Qin Ming was the most powerful, but he was only at the fifth rank of the Innate Realm.
They were no match for this person at all.
Wherever they went, it was as easy as chopping vegetables and cutting melons; no one could stop them.
In a short time, countless members of the Blood Mist Sect were killed or injured.
Qin Ming suffered multiple injuries, and several of his ribs were broken by the hook-nosed man.
The other side didn't kill them right away; they were clearly playing cat and mouse with them.
Dongfang Sheng, who was standing next to him, was in no better condition.
"Who exactly are you people? How dare you come here and cause trouble? Do you even know where you are?"
Dongfang Sheng's hand holding the brush was trembling incessantly.
A deep, long cut was made on my arm, and blood kept dripping down the pen barrel.
He grinned menacingly, his hooked nose smirking mockingly.
"Grandpa is a member of the Seven Killings Hall."
"They came here specifically to arrest Ye Feng's woman."
"I'll take care of you bunch of good-for-nothings while I'm at it, haha."
The Seven Killings Hall's intelligence is very accurate.
Previously, Ye Feng had caused a scene at the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong's 80th birthday celebration.
They stormed the embassies of more than a dozen hostile countries.
Later, in front of the national border at sea, he annihilated hundreds of multinational coalition warships and slaughtered enemy warriors.
And later, Ye Feng went to Japan and killed the traitor Yuan Changkong.
After returning, he rushed to Guigu to save Zhou Xiaoke.
It can be said that all of Ye Feng's movements are under the control of the Seven Killings Hall.
Now, taking advantage of their absence, we specially sent people to capture Ye Wushuang, Ouyang Luoxue, and the others.
On one hand, it was to rescue the Blue-Faced Asura.
On the other hand, it was also to get revenge on Ye Feng.
Inside the villa.
Xiahou Ba, Lan Yu, Situ Pangzi, and others closely protected Ye Wushuang and Ouyang Luoxue, watching the fighting outside the window warily.
Everyone is worried.
If things continue like this, the Seven Killings Hall will soon be storming in.
Ye Wushuang kept calling her brother.
However, the other party's phone remained unanswered.
"Brother, why aren't you answering my calls?"
"Answer the phone quickly, it's driving me crazy!"
Ye Wushuang was extremely anxious, pacing around like an ant on a hot pan.
Outside, in the courtyard.
Qin Ming and Dongfang Sheng's injuries were getting worse, but they were still gritting their teeth and persevering.
"Brother Dongfang, leave this to me. You hurry into the villa and escort Wushuang and the others away."
Across from him, the man with the hooked nose gave a sinister smile.
"None of you are leaving today."
"Those who block my way shall die!"
Bang bang bang!
After saying that, he threw several punches in quick succession.
These punches were powerful and heavy, producing a dull sonic boom.
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