There was a sound of running water at the bottom, and an underground river flowed by, forming a small lake here, surrounded by sandy land made of yellow sand.

White water light shines around, and looks a bit strange.

Yang Feng was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery here at this time, and his eyes fell on a huge rock protruding from the water in the middle of the cave.

It was a huge rock with a tree ten meters tall growing on it.

This tree looks a bit like a walnut tree, with bare body without a single leaf, only fruits like walnuts hanging on the branches.

Yang Feng jumped and landed under the tree, carefully looking at the tree.

When Yang Feng looked at it, he found that the tree had mysterious patterns that he had never seen before. It looked like it was not carved manually, but seemed to grow naturally.

There are walnut fruits hanging on the tree, with dense patterns on the surface and very distorted. They look like strange human faces, some look like old people, some look like babies, and some look like middle-aged women, not exactly the same.

But no matter what the pattern on it is, all of these walnut fruits emit amazing earth-attributed spiritual energy without exception.

Yang Feng touched his chin, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and there was a vague guess in his heart.

This mysterious bubble space should have belonged to the one-eyed giant, and the centaur beast fought with it for the strange walnut tree in the space.

Although he could not recognize the origin of this tree and the walnut fruits above, one thing is certain that it can cause two monsters with cultivation level comparable to the level of true immortals to fight. It will never be ordinary. It should be some unknown spiritual treasure of heaven and earth.

But this is no longer important. Now everything here belongs to him alone.

...

Fairyland.

Above an unknown continuous mountain range, led clouds were covered by the wind, and the wind was howling, and the snow was falling all over the sky, and the whole sky seemed gray.

There are dozens of peaks above the mountain range, and some trees bent by thick snow can be seen scattered in the area below the mountainside. Further up, it is completely snow-white and completely frozen.

Between the heaven and earth, except for the sound of the roar of the cold wind, the sound of snow falling to the ground. In addition, there are no traces of living creatures when there are other movements.

However, at this moment, deep in the belly of the tallest ice peak in the mountains, a sharp woman's voice suddenly came out without being affected by the strong wind.

"Who is it? Who is so brave and dares to kill my spiritual pet? No matter who it is, I will find you to tear you out and break you into pieces, then pull out your soul and suppress it under my peak, so that you will never be able to reincarnate!"

His voice was full of anger, spreading slowly in the storm and snow, shaking the entire snow peak.

Countless huge snow blocks that had accumulated for many years broke and slid down from the cliffs, pushing and carrying more snow, rushing towards the bottom of the mountain with a mighty "rumble" sound like a war drum.

...

The fairyland, in a blue sea.

A scorching sun was hanging on the sky, like a clear sky washed by water, with thin white clouds floating. The breeze blew above the sea, and a slight wave of waves continued to surge.

On the rippling sea, there is a black island with a radiant radius of thousands of miles. The edges are surrounded by countless strange black reefs, which look extremely irregular. If you look down from a high altitude, it is like a huge leaf.

There are many ships moored at a port on the north side of the island, but there is no one on it.

From the port to the island, there is a spacious bluestone road that extends into the dense forests on the island.

At the end of the road, a quaint village with dense buildings is hidden among towering ancient trees.

At this moment, fires were everywhere in the village, and thick smoke was pouring everywhere. A series of shocking killing shouts kept coming from everywhere. The magic weapon light came one after another, and a strong smell of blood was filled with the air.

In the messy ruins, nearly a thousand immortal cultivators were fighting in chaos, vaguely divided into two camps, and the numbers of the two sides seemed to be not much different.

One of the immortal cultivators seemed to be not a human race. They were tall, green and fangs, and most of them held some magic weapons and weapons like hammers, and their bodies were covered with a light white light.

Among these alien cultivators, some tall warriors wearing yellow armor and holding wolf teeth sticks were also mixed with. They were but all waxy, not like living people, but they seemed to be wax figures that could move.

The other side of the immortal cultivators who fought with were mostly human races and some strange soldiers wearing blood-red armor.

The skin color of these blood-armored soldiers was the same as that of armor, with dull expressions on their faces, and they did not have any expression when they fought and charged, and they looked like they were puppets.

On a high ground, a blood-armored soldier holding a blood-red spear jumped down, thrust his spear and stabbed a sallow warrior running forward.

Before it fell, a blood-colored vortex suddenly exploded at the tip of the blood spear, and countless blood lights swept down.

There was a "boom".

The waxy warrior was blown up in the chest of a water tank, and yellow wax juice kept flowing out of it, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But the next moment, his legs bowed and his body jumped up like lightning. He waved the mace in his hand suddenly, and countless stick shadows appeared layer by layer, turning into a yellow hurricane, heading straight for the blood-armored soldier who had just landed on the ground and rolled down.

There was a "bang" sound!

The blood-armored soldier was unable to defend himself and his head suddenly burst, but at the last moment, he threw the spear in his hand out and turned into a blood shadow and pierced the head of the sallow warrior.

The two fell to the ground almost at the same time, one turned into a pool of blood and the other turned into a ball of wax juice.

On the other side, a short and fat old man suddenly flashed out strangely from behind a broken wall, holding a blood-colored jade bottle in his hand, and the mouth of the bottle turned upside down, pointing dozens of feet away in front of him, an alien immortal cultivator who was chasing others.

The old man gently patted the bottom of the bottle with his palm. A blood light flashed at the mouth of the bottle, and dense bloodshots ejected out, intertwined and wrapped into a blood-colored light column, silently heading straight to the back of the alien race.

A strange scene appeared!

The blood-colored light column slightly touched the white light on the surface of the alien body, and the rapid rushing momentum suddenly slowed down. Although it was not completely offset, its power seemed to be reduced by three points in an instant.

There was a "bang" sound!

Although the alien race was beaten to a point of staggering, blood was gushing out of his mouth, but it did not hurt the truth. Instead, it turned around and roared towards the old man.

Similar scenes are happening from time to time in the village.

Whether it is a sallow warrior or a blood-armored soldier, they are extremely brave when fighting, and they are very brave and fearless. However, due to the similar number and the difference in strength, they naturally cannot control the situation of the battle.

However, due to the strange white light protection of the cultivators on the alien race, any magic weapon and magic that would weaken the power of the magic weapon and magic on their bodies, and soon gained the upper hand on the battlefield, forcing the cultivators of the human race to retreat continuously and gather towards the center of the village.

Meanwhile, in a white stone square in the center of the village, dozens of people in black robes were sitting cross-legged around a huge statue, silently chanting strange and unexplained spells.

Among these people, there are men, women, young and old, and their faces look pale. They rolled up their sleeves and stretched their left arms in front of them.

On each of their wrists, there was a thin blood line, and drops of red blood were flowing out from it, dripping onto the ground in front of them.

On the ground, there are grooves half finger-deep, which are connected to each other and form a rather complex formation pattern, connecting to the statue in the center.

The statue is about ten feet high and carved with an image of a young Confucian scholar wearing a silk scarf on his head and holding a scroll in his hand, raising his eyes to look into the distance.

If Yang Feng were here, he would be surprised to find that the young Confucian scholar's facial features were actually very similar to his. However, if we look at the physique proportions, Yang Feng would obviously be taller.

In front of the statue, a white-haired old man in a gray robe crossed his hands and hugged his shoulders, begging the statue with a pious face: "Great Ancestor God! Please listen to the loyal call of your bloodline and come!"

The ditch on the ground around the statue of the young Confucian scholar had already been filled with blood, and all the blood gathered under the statue like a trickle.

Accompanied by the trembling voice of the old man with white hair, a faint layer of blood on the surface of the statue was swelling rhythmically. Where the front of the robe was hanging, a blood-colored vortex was rotating continuously, and strange waves were coming from it.

A "buzz" sound!

The light lit up in the blood-colored vortex, and a soldier in blood-colored armor flashed out. His dull eyes glanced outside for a moment, then he jumped into the sky and flew straight towards the battlefield outside the square.

A moment later, another light flashed in the blood-colored vortex, and another blood-armored soldier flashed out of it and joined the battle on the outside.

At this moment, a girl in black robe sitting cross-legged around the statue suddenly tilted and fell down.

His face was as pale as paper, and there was no blood on his lips. The wound on his wrist was still cracked, but there was no more drop of blood to flow out.

Seeing this, the old man with white hair showed a hint of unbearable expression in his eyes, but he could only wave his hand.

Among the dozen people who were waiting on the side, a big man in a civilian immediately walked up, carried the girl aside, took out a red pill and fed it.

The girl's vacant position was quickly filled by an elderly girl.

The girl's face looked a little cowardly, but she sat cross-legged without any delay. She rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, took out a bright knife, and pressed it on her wrist, just like everyone else.

She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lip with her teeth, and cut the knife through her wrist.

A striking blood line immediately emerged, and the bright red blood fell down like a string of blood-colored pearls.
Chapter completed!