This...this is no longer a human being! This is the devil!
Xiao Wuhen stood aside and was already numb.
He closed his fan silently.
No more competition, no more competition in this life. There is no comparison between humans and perverts.
"Now, can we have a good conversation?" Ye Feng walked up to the leading young man, still with a kind smile on his face.
"Senior...Senior..." The young man's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was extremely dry, "You...who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." Ye Feng patted his shoulder, and the young man suddenly stiffened and did not dare to move, "I just ask you, where are you being held?"
"In...in the dungeon in the back mountain..." The young man did not dare to hide anything.
"Lead the way."
"Yes...yes..."
Under the leadership of that young man, Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen walked into the hinterland of Yingke Peak unimpeded.
The entrance to the dungeon is dark and damp.
Ye Feng frowned, and an invisible force directly shook the thick stone door into powder.
The scene inside made Xiao Wuhen's eyes instantly ignite with anger.
The huge dungeon was divided into hundreds of small cages. In each cage, there is a monk imprisoned. These monks all looked depressed and had disordered auras. Their bodies were covered with forbidden talismans, and their cultivation had obviously been sealed.
Most of their eyes were numb and desperate.
"Auntie!" Xiao Wuhen saw at a glance a beautiful woman in palace clothes sitting cross-legged in one of the cages. It was his aunt, Xiao Ruoshui.
"Wuhen?" Xiao Ruoshui heard the voice, raised his head, and saw Xiao Wuhen. Surprise flashed in his eyes at first, and then turned to worry, "Why are you here? Come on! Let's go! This is a trap!"
"Auntie, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!" Xiao Wuhen said, stepping forward to break the cage.
"Don't move." Ye Feng stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Wuhen was puzzled.
Ye Feng did not answer, but stared at the monks in the cage.
He discovered that there was a faint black, tadpole-like rune swimming slowly between the eyebrows of these monks.
That is exactly what the young man from the Holy Land said before, "the soul brand".
This brand is extremely vicious. Not only can it imprison the monk's soul, it is more like a time bomb. Once someone tries to forcefully rescue him, the brand will explode instantly, leaving the imprisoned monk in a state of shock.
"What a vicious method." Ye Feng's eyes turned cold.
He turned his head and looked at the young man from the Holy Land who had turned pale with fear: "Untie it."
"Senior...senior, this 'Soul-eating Seal' was planted by the elders of the Holy Land. Unless there is a special way to unblock the seal,... otherwise, once it is touched, they... they will all die!" the young man said tremblingly.
"I'll let you untie it." Ye Feng's voice was without any ripples, but the invisible pressure made the young man feel that his bones were creaking.
"I...I really don't know how! Senior, please forgive me!" The young man was about to cry.
"It seems that I can't keep you here." Ye Feng shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.
Just when he was about to take action and directly search for souls.
Deep in the dungeon, a dozen of the imprisoned monks suddenly stiffened.
Their numb eyes instantly became weird, and the black runes between their eyebrows began to flash crazily.
An evil aura suddenly erupted!
"Not good!" Xiao Wuhen's expression changed drastically.
"Jie Jie... Unexpectedly, two big fish came to the door."
A voice came from the mouths of the dozen monks at the same time, overlapping together, making it particularly harsh.
"It just so happens that the "Holy Sacrifice" still lacks two sacrifices. You two look very good."
Before he finished speaking, the dozen or so controlled monks burned their essence, blood and soul, turning into more than a dozen bloody streams of light. In mid-air, they gathered into a huge ferocious ghost hand made of blood and resentment, and grabbed Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen fiercely!
This blow gathered the lives of more than a dozen monks, and its power was infinitely close to the full blow of a strong man in the Tribulation Stage!
"It's a small trick."
Ye Feng snorted coldly, facing this bloody blow, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
Just pointed at the bloody ghost hand in the air.
"Soul-Destroying Thorn."
The power of the soul condensed to the extreme, the last attack, the first.
The divine soul spike directly penetrated the bloody ghost hand.
"Ah——!"
A scream that did not sound like a human voice came from the void.
The huge bloody ghost hand lost control in an instant and collapsed in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood all over the sky.
And the dozen or so controlled monks were like puppets with their strings cut off, falling to the ground one after another, lifeless.
"Want to run away?"
A sneer curled up at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.
Between his brows, the soul-suppressing wood that merged with the origin of the dragon soul trembled slightly.
A majestic force of suppression followed that connection, spanned the endless space, and struck hard at the will that wanted to escape.
"Poof!"
In the deepest part of the distant holy land, on a bloody altar shrouded in endless darkness, a man in black robes sitting cross-legged suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, with a horrified expression on his face.
"Suppress...the aura of the Soul-Suppressing Wood? Impossible! Such divine objects have long since disappeared! Who is it?"
He did not dare to make any more moves and immediately cut off all contact with Yingke Peak, fearing that the other party would follow the clues and find his true identity.
In the dungeon, calm was restored.
Xiao Wuhen looked at Ye Feng, opened his mouth, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.
This is no longer strong, this is unreasonable.
"No one will bother you now."
Ye Feng walked to the cage, looked at the "soul-eating marks" between the monks' eyebrows, and thought.
He stretched out his hand, and on his fingertips, a dark golden power of "the origin of gods and demons" slowly condensed.
Then, he gently touched the forehead of a monk with his finger.
"Zila——"
The extremely vicious "Soul-eating Seal" instantly let out a shrill wail when it came into contact with Ye Feng's divine and demonic power, and was completely purified.
The monk's body trembled, and his eyes regained clarity.
"It works!" Xiao Wuhen was overjoyed.
Ye Feng didn’t talk nonsense, and his body flashed like a butterfly through flowers, walking through the dungeon.
His fingers kept pointing.
In just a dozen breaths, he removed all the "soul-eating marks" from the eyebrows of hundreds of monks.
In the dungeon, the rescued monks recovered from the shock, shed tears of gratitude to Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen, and bowed their heads.
"Thank you two seniors for your life-saving grace!"
"Such a great kindness will never be forgotten!"
Ye Feng ignored this and looked at the Holy Land young man who was so scared that he collapsed on the ground.
"Now, can you tell me what happened to the so-called "Holy Son" and "Holy Sacrifice"?" Ye Feng's voice was very calm.
But the young man seemed to hear the whispers of the devil, and his body shook like chaff.
He knew that his final value was gone.
At the moment when he lost his mind and was ready to commit suicide by chewing the poison pill.
A hand pressed on his Tianling Cap.
"Since you refuse to tell me, then I will come and see..."
"Search for souls!"
"Ah——!"
The screams resounded throughout the dungeon.
The memories of the Holy Land young man were forcibly extracted and read by Ye Feng like a tide.
After a while, Ye Feng let go of his hand.
The young man has turned into an idiot with blind eyes and drooling mouth.
But Ye Feng's face showed an unprecedented solemn expression.
"Brother Ye, how are you?" Xiao Wuhen asked quickly.
Ye Feng did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time before slowly spitting out a few words.
"It seems that we are going to stab the 'lung tube' of the Holy Land."
He turned his head and looked at Xiao Wuhen, with a strange look in his eyes.