Three months.
Ye Feng’s eyelids twitched.
This doesn’t sound like a long time, but being targeted by a being like “Tianfa” would be a torment for three days, not to mention three months.
He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to explore the internal structure of the token, but it was like a mud cow drowning in the sea.
What is wrapped around it is the familiar and unfamiliar "power of rules" that he has just refined a part of. This kind of power is too high-level. With his current state, it is impossible to analyze it, let alone destroy it.
He even tried to throw away the token, but the locked feeling did not come from the token itself, but was directly imprinted on his soul.
"It's troublesome." Ye Feng whispered to himself.
At this moment, a powerful aura wave came from the side.
Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Wuhen's body was filled with green light. The Nine Netherworld Tiger Neidan in his hand had been refined and absorbed by him.
A surging energy surged through his body and finally returned to his dantian. His realm has also risen with the tide, and has steadily stopped at the level of the middle stage of Mahayana.
"Huh..." Xiao Wuhen took a long breath, opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes. He felt the unprecedented strength in his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, but when he saw Ye Feng's solemn expression, the smile went back.
"What's wrong? You look like you've just been robbed of your wife." Xiao Wuhen stood up and dusted himself off.
Ye Feng glanced at him, took out the golden "Heavenly Law Order" angrily, and threw it over.
Xiao Wuhen subconsciously caught it and took a closer look. The relief on his face instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Heaven...heavenly law decree?" His voice changed the tone, and the hand holding the token actually trembled a little, "The highest level of killing order in the Holy Land? How could you...how could this thing be on you?"
As a genius of the Xiao family, he has been exposed to a level far higher than that of ordinary monks. He knew exactly what this token represented.
That represents the will of the "Heavenly Law" of the Holy Land.
That means that all the sects and families in the world that are attached to the Holy Land, and all the powerful people who owe favors to the Holy Land, will become relentless pursuers.
This is no longer as simple as poking a hornet's nest, this is simply poking a hole in the sky!
"The relics of the old devil just now." Ye Fengyan explained briefly and concisely, "It seems that the "Tianfa" really spent a lot of money to kill me, and even issued a kill order in advance to a demonic force like the Tianmo Sect."
Xiao Wuhen's face became extremely ugly. He held the token and felt it was extremely hot. He looked at Ye Feng, his expression changing, and he was silent for a long time.
This is no longer an ordinary chase. What this involves is the "Holy Land", the true and supreme ruler of this world of practice. Being with Ye Feng is tantamount to standing on the opposite side of the entire righteous world. Although the Xiao family is powerful, they are just slightly stronger ants in front of the Holy Land.
"Crazy Ye," Xiao Wuhen's voice was a little hoarse, "you...what did you do to the "Heavenly Law"?"
"Maybe...you accidentally stepped on his face." Ye Feng shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.
The corner of Xiao Wuhen's mouth twitched. He knew Ye Feng was joking, but he couldn't laugh. He took a deep breath and threw the token back to Ye Feng.
"What are you going to do now? This thing is just a reminder. I'm afraid we can't even get out of Ten Thousand Beast Ridge now."
"You have to get out even if you can't." Ye Feng glanced at the dense forest outside the swamp, "Hiding here will sooner or later be blocked by people. Only by moving can there be a chance of survival."
Xiao Wuhen looked at him silently, with struggle flashing in his eyes. On one side is the safety of the family and the smooth road of cultivation. On the other side was this "madman" who had just fought alongside him and given him a peak Mahayana demon pill.
Ye Feng saw his embarrassment and suddenly smiled: "Okay, don't look constipated. You and I met by chance, and we are destined to come here together. I can walk the rest of the way by myself. You find a place to retreat, and with your talent, maybe we can have a drink in the fairy world in a few decades."
He said it calmly.
When Xiao Wuhen heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes seemed to be offended.
He stared at Ye Feng and suddenly cursed: "Damn it, you big-headed devil! Who do you think I am? A coward who ran away after taking advantage of me?"
"There is not a single word "coward" in my dictionary, Xiao Wuhen! Isn't it the Holy Land? Isn't it the "Heaven's Law"? I would like to see if His rules are stronger or the fan in my hand is stronger!"
Ye Feng looked at his appearance, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
"Think carefully, this is no joke. When the time comes, I will be chased by a group of old monsters and I won't care if you cry."
"It doesn't matter who is crying!" Xiao Wuhen rolled his eyes at him, and then lowered his voice, He came over and said, "But having said that, what are we going to do next? Just walk out in such a big way?"
"Of course not." Ye Feng smiled slyly, "Before leaving, I have to give a big gift to the people who are chasing me."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the corpse of the Nine Netherworld Tiger that he chopped into two pieces.
……
Half an hour later.
Two figures quietly left the Black Swamp.
They restrained all their auras and did not flee to the outside. Instead, they dived deeper into the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge, to an inaccessible rocky valley.
And in the black swamp behind them, a carefully laid trap has quietly taken shape.
Ye Feng used the corpses of the three Black Water Black Snake Kings, plus the huge demonic energy contained in the remains of the Nine Netherworld Tigers, and supplemented it with the method of the "Dayan Star Formation" to set up a killing formation that would not trigger the attack.
This killing array has no offensive power. Its only function is to condense and compress to the extreme the demonic aura of the Nine Netherworld Tiger at its peak, as well as the remaining demonic aura after the death of the Yin Predator.
Once a powerful monk approaches, the formation will detonate instantly, forming an energy storm that can seriously injure even late-stage Mahayana monks.
What is even more insidious is that Ye Feng left a trace of his own breath and the shadow of "Nine Sun Resurrection Grass" at the eye of the formation.
This is a bait.
"You guys have such a dark heart." Xiao Wuhen followed Ye Feng and couldn't help but look back and marveled, "If this explosion continues, no matter who it is, it will be peeled off."
"To deal with hunters, of course we have to use hunter's methods." Ye Feng's expression was very calm. He knew that the first wave of pursuers would arrive soon.
The two of them had just found a hidden cave to hide themselves in the rocky valley.
Suddenly, Ye Feng frowned, and in his spiritual perception, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside Ten Thousand Beast Ridge began to fluctuate violently.
Immediately afterwards, all the monsters in the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge felt fear and fell into a wild riot. Countless low-level monsters were like the tide, running around aimlessly, while the higher-level monsters were lying in their caves, trembling, not even daring to breathe.
"Here it comes!" Xiao Wuhen's expression also became solemn.
The monsters in the entire Ten Thousand Beast Ridge can be so frightened, and the array of those who come will definitely not be small.
The two people’s consciousnesses simultaneously probed towards the entrance of Ten Thousand Beast Ridge.
I saw a huge ship made of purple spar appearing in the sky above Ten Thousand Beast Ridge. On the building and boat, the flag was fluttering, and the character "Yang" with flying dragons and phoenixes shone in the sun.
On the deck of the building ship, there were dozens of monks wearing uniform purple robes. Each of them had a calm aura, and their cultivation level was at least in the early stage of Mahayana.