Humble—
The sea water receded crazily to both sides.
A whirlpool exuding a sinister aura appeared on the seabed.
In the center of the whirlpool, a palace gate engraved with a relief of the devil is looming.
The Nether Demon Palace is open!
"Come on!"
I don't know who shouted. Those casual cultivators who were blinded by greed could no longer hold back and turned into streams of light, rushing madly towards the dark vortex.
However, they just rushed into the scope of the whirlpool.
"Ah——!"
Shrill screams sounded one after another.
The vortex is filled with space cracks invisible to the naked eye and the remaining power of the ancient magic array.
The dozen monks who rushed to the front didn't even have time to react. Their bodies were cut into countless pieces in an instant, and their souls were destroyed.
The monks behind were so frightened that they stopped in a hurry.
The people in Fuhai Palace and Sanxian Island also had solemn expressions.
"Form up a formation! Use the "Sea-Covering Divine Boat" to forcefully open the way!" Zhou Xiaotian shouted.
"Deploy the 'Disillusionment Formation' and look for the Shengmen!" The female crown of Sanxian Island also immediately gave the order.
The two major forces began to show their magical powers and prepared to use their own methods to break through this death zone.
As for Ye Feng, looking at the whirlpool that was extremely dangerous in the eyes of others, a smile appeared on his lips.
From the perspective of him, the controller of the origin of space, this so-called death vortex is simply like a sieve full of holes.
He turned to Hong Xiu, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and said, "Follow me closely and don't make a wrong step."
After that, under the horrified gaze of everyone, he stepped forward and stepped directly into the dark vortex that could instantly strangle a Mahayana monk.
His figure was not hindered by anything. Taking a leisurely stroll is like taking a walk in your own back garden.
Every step is just right to avoid fatal space cracks.
Every time I move, I step on the door of the ancient magic array.
Hongxiu followed him closely, her heart beating like a drum. She only felt that the world in front of her was strange and bizarre, and countless destructive forces passed her by. But as long as she stepped on every footprint that Ye Feng walked, those powers seemed to not exist.
Just a dozen breaths of time.
The two of them easily passed through the death vortex that left the two major forces helpless, and arrived at the gate of the ancient demon temple.
Behind him were Zhou Xiaotian, the female crown of Sanxian Island, and all the monks, with dull faces as if they had seen a ghost.
Ye Feng turned around, glanced at the "heroes" who were still busy trying to clear the way, and smiled slightly.
"It seems that we are the first batch of guests. Let's go, don't keep the treasure inside waiting."
After that, he pushed open the door of the Nether Demon Palace that had been sealed in dust for eternity.
A huge palace stands in deathly silence.
The dome hangs high and is dotted with countless crystal stones that emit light.
The ground is paved with a whole piece of unknown black jade.
At the end of the hall, there is a hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
"This...is the Nether Demon Palace?" Hongxiu felt both the excitement of stepping into the Holy Land of the Patriarch and the vigilance stemming from the unknown. As the leader of the Hehuan Sect, her understanding of the Demon Palace is limited to a few words in ancient books, and she only knows that opportunities and dangers coexist in it.
"It's cleaner than I thought." Ye Feng looked around with a relaxed expression.
His spiritual consciousness had already spread out, but he found that the structure of this hall was extremely strange. The black jade floor and star dome could significantly reduce the detection range of his spiritual consciousness.
"Sir, it is recorded in ancient books that the first test of the Demon Palace is called the 'Path of Questioning the Heart', which can arouse the deepest obsessions and desires in the intruder's heart and turn them into illusions. If you are not careful, you will be doomed." Hongxiu reminded, with a solemn expression.
Ye Feng smiled noncommittally: "Illusion? I'm quite interested to see what tricks it can do for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.
The scene in front of me suddenly changed.
The empty and silent hall disappeared.
In its place is a familiar mountain gate.
The clouds and mist are lingering, and the cranes are singing together, which is exactly the scene of Tianji Sect.
Several senior fellow apprentices with whom he had good relationships were smiling and waving to him.
"Senior Brother Ye, you are now out of seclusion! The sect master is waiting for you in the main hall, saying that he will pass on the position of sect master to you and lead our Tianji Sect to conquer Zhongzhou!"
In the distance, above the sect's main hall, countless disciples bowed their heads and worshiped, and a voice like a roaring mountain and a tsunami came: "Welcome, Sect Master Ye!"
The power and status are above ten thousand people.
This is a temptation that no monk can refuse.
However, Ye Feng just glanced at it, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth. "That's it? The layout is too small. Master of the Tianji Sect?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him shattered like glass.
Then the screen changed again.
He stood in a treasure house made of countless top-quality spiritual stones and fairy stones. The dazzling array of Taoist tools, magical elixirs, and jade slips of martial arts can almost blind people's eyes. A seductive voice sounded in his ears: "All of these are yours. If you own them, you will become the richest person in the world, and the magic weapon in the world is at your disposal..."
"Tacky." Ye Feng curled his lips, not even bothering to take another look.
With these things, killing people and grabbing treasures comes faster.
The illusion was shattered again.
This time, what appeared in front of him were countless beautiful fairies with graceful figures and various charms. They surrounded him, their breaths were like blue, and their eyes were moving, each one of them was enough to make the emperor in the world give up his kingdom.
"Sir, please stay with us..."
"Get out." Ye Feng said concisely and to the point.
The illusion fragments into fragments and begins again and again. Power, wealth, beauty... all kinds of desires in the world are taking turns, but they can't even stop Ye Feng's steps for a moment.
Hongxiu on the side was stunned.
Of course she also fell into the illusion. What she saw was that the Hehuan Sect was in her hands, reviving its ancient glory. Tens of thousands of immortals came to court, and she became a world-famous empress. The scene was so real and tempting that she almost fell into it.
But whenever she was about to lose her mind, Ye Feng's somewhat joking comments would always come to her ears.
"Hey, this time is the enlightenment of heaven, becoming an immortal in one step? Unfortunately, the aura of this immortal is too fake, on the same level as that old boy Zhou Xiaotian."
"Huh? The inheritance of ancient gods and demons? This demon is too ugly, affecting my appetite."
"Tsk, this is good. You actually know how to prepare a table with good wine and good food for me. Unfortunately, there are no chopsticks, so bad review."
Hongxiu: "..."
She bit the tip of her tongue sharply, and the severe pain made her wake up instantly. Only then did she realize that she was dripping with sweat without even realizing it, and the clothes on her back were soaked through. Ye Feng, on the other hand, acted like a normal person, strolling around with his hands behind his back, as if visiting his own vegetable garden.
This "Path of Asking the Heart" is a shoddy show for him.
Finally, after experiencing the birth and death of dozens of illusions, Ye Feng became a little impatient.