"We finally came in!" Zhou Xiaotian looked at this magnificent hall with greed in his eyes, but then, when his eyes touched the 100-foot statue of the demon god, he was frightened by the remaining demonic power, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Where are they?" Zhou Yanqing, the female champion of Sanxian Island, looked coldly and glanced around.
Soon, they discovered the treasure light clusters suspended in mid-air.
"It's a treasure!"
"The treasure of the Netherworld Demon Palace!"
The casual cultivators following behind were instantly red-eyed, no longer caring about any rules, and rushed over like locusts crossing the border.
"Seeking death!" Zhou Xiaotian snorted coldly, but did not stop him. He was happy to let these casual cultivators explore the path for him.
"Ah!"
A casual cultivator rushed to grab a ball of light wrapped in a flying sword. As soon as his finger touched the ball of light, the ball of light exploded. The violent sword energy instantly twisted him into a bloody mist.
A series of screams sounded.
These light groups actually come with powerful restrictions.
But there are always those who are not afraid of death when there is a great treasure ahead.
For a time, the entire hall was filled with shouts of death, screams, and the sound of magic weapons colliding. In order to fight for the treasures, real fire was instantly fired.
Zhou Xiaotian and Zhou Yanqing watched with cold eyes. Their target was the core and most powerful "Soul-Eating Blade".
"Palace Master Zhou, these monsters should not remain in the world. It is better for me, the Three Immortals Island, to seal them to avoid harming the common people." Zhou Yanqing said righteously.
"Ha, Island Master Zhou is just joking." Zhou Xiao Tian smiled but said, "It is more secure for me to use the "Sea-Floating Formation" to suppress such ferocious blades in Fuhai Palace, so as not to pollute the pure land of the Immortal Island."
The two of them were talking about the scene, but the aura on their bodies had already begun to tit for tat.
Just when they were about to take action.
An elder of Fuhai Palace suddenly pointed at the "Soul-Eating Blade" and exclaimed: "Palace Master, look! There seems to be something wrong with that knife!"
When everyone heard this, they all looked at it.
I saw the dark "Soul-Eating Blade", and for some reason the demonic energy on the blade began to fluctuate strangely and violently.
Buzz——
A sword cry from under the Nine Netherworld resounded throughout the entire hall.
The next moment, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the "Soul-eating Blade" turned into a stream of black light and shot towards a big man in the crowd who had just grabbed a bottle of pill and was in ecstasy!
"Pfft!"
The big man didn't even have time to react before a black light pierced his eyebrows.
His body shriveled up quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all his pure cultivation and powerful soul were completely absorbed by the short knife in just a few breaths!
After doing all this, the "Soul-Eating Blade" let out a satisfying hum, and the magic light on the blade became more strange and powerful.
It... is actually actively hunting monks and devouring souls to strengthen itself!
"No! This magic blade has become a spirit!" Zhou Xiaotian's expression changed drastically.
However, it was too late.
The "Soul-Eating Blade" seemed to have tasted the sweetness and became even crazier. It turned into a black lightning, causing a bloody massacre in the hall.
It seems to have its own intelligence, specifically targeting monks who are alone or fighting with others.
For a while, screams came one after another.
The people who were originally fighting each other for the treasure now became the prey of the same magic knife.
Fear instantly enveloped everyone's hearts.
"Form up! Hurry up!" Zhou Xiaotian shouted in shock and anger.
The monks from Fuhai Palace and Sanxian Island ignored the internal fighting and gathered together to open up the defensive formations. They looked in horror at the black death energy that was harvesting lives in the crowd.
The instigator, Ye Feng, was standing with Hongxiu at the entrance to the second level, passing through a water curtain, enjoying the show directed by him with great interest.
"Sir, you... what on earth did you do?" Hongxiu looked at the "Soul-Eating Blade" that was killing everyone, her face turned pale and her voice was trembling.
If she doesn’t understand now that Ye Feng has tampered with it, then she will be a fool.
"It's nothing." The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up with a smile that sounded like a successful prank, "I just feel that the evil spirit of this knife is not strong enough, so I just opened its appetite."
Looking at the hell-like scene on earth outside, Ye Feng touched his chin and commented seriously: "Look, like this As a result, it not only helps them solve the trouble of internal fighting, but also enhances each other's teamwork spirit. "
Hong Xiu: "..."
She looked at Ye Feng's innocent expression of "I am worried about everyone" and was speechless for a moment.
The massacre in the First Hall did not last long.
The soul-eating blade that Ye Feng "appetized" had devoured the souls and blood essences of nearly a hundred monks, and the magic light on the blade had grown to a terrifying level. It let out a scream and no longer attacked the monks who had formed a large formation. Instead, it turned into a black light and rushed straight into the depths of the hall, in the direction of Ye Feng and the others. It seemed to have sensed a higher level of "food".
"It's coming!" Hong Xiu's expression changed, and he subconsciously used his magic weapon to protect himself.
"It's just a stuffed fly." Ye Feng looked indifferent. Seeing that the black light that could instantly kill a late Mahayana monk was about to hit him, he slowly stretched out two fingers to clamp the speeding soul-eating blade.
"Buzz buzz——"
The Soul-Eating Blade trembled like crazy between his fingers. The terrifying demonic energy condensed on the blade turned into countless tiny black electric snakes, frantically trying to penetrate into Ye Feng's body and devour his flesh and blood.
However, the moment these demonic energies, which were enough to corrode the Taoist tools, came into contact with Ye Feng's skin, it was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, melting away without a trace in an instant. A faint layer of dark golden brilliance flowed on his fingertips, exuding a domineering aura that suppressed eternity and obliterated all laws.
The prison body of gods and demons.
"You still want to bite me?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.
He exerted slight pressure on his fingertips.
"Crack!"
A clear whine.
This top-grade Taoist magic blade, which had just shown its power and made countless monks frightened, was suddenly cut off by him with two fingers!
The broken blade lost all its magic light and turned into two pieces of ordinary iron. With a "clang", it fell to the ground. The pitiful bit of spiritual intelligence that had just been condensed within it was completely crushed into nothingness by the overbearing prison-suppressing power in an instant.
Hong Xiu stood aside, already numb from watching.
Crushing the best Taoist tools with bare hands... this kind of thing is beyond her understanding. She now began to feel that these so-called tests and treasures in the Nether Demon Palace might really be just a... game to Ye Feng.
After solving the Soul-Eating Blade, Ye Feng clapped his hands. At this moment, there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air from behind.
Zhou Xiaotian and Zhou Yanqing, with the remaining elite, finally caught up. When they saw the two broken soul-eating blades at Ye Feng's feet, everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.
They had seen with their own eyes the horror of the magic blade just now. Now, this peerless ferocious blade is just... broken?
When they looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his back and a dull expression, the fear in their hearts had reached the extreme.
Especially Zhou Xiaotian, he remembered his son Zhou Yuan's devastated look after he came back, and the powerlessness he felt when he was locked by the aura of heavenly calamity. He is now extremely convinced that Ye Feng is an existence that is absolutely unmatchable.
"Senior...Senior..." Zhou Xiaotian's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was dry and he spoke in a very low posture.