March is fleeting.
On this day, outside Tianshu Immortal City, the originally peaceful nebula suddenly surged violently.
A huge space crack across the sky and the earth slowly opened in the center of the nebula, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for eternity, opening its eyes. At the other end of the crack, there is deep and boundless darkness, with a faint aura of vastness.
The secret realm of fairyland is opened!
Phew! call out! call out!
Countless monks who had been waiting for a long time turned into streams of light and rushed towards the huge crack, like crucian carp crossing the river, into the unknown world.
Behind the crowd, Ye Feng was calm and mixed in with a group of casual cultivators.
He could clearly feel how terrifying the auras of the escaping lights rushing at the front were. Several vague and powerful auras, it is the realm of the Immortal Lord! More of them are the powerful Immortal Emperors. They form a team and control powerful immortal weapons with great momentum.
In contrast, there are only a few monks in the Immortal King Realm, and most of them are small characters who just want to get in and make a fortune.
"The Immortal King in the late stage dares to come to the secret realm of the fairyland? He really doesn't know whether to live or die."
"I guess he came from some small place. He has never seen the world and thought the secret realm was a garden."
A few disdainful glances passed by, and Ye Feng didn't care.
He raised his head and glanced at the deep crack, and the corners of his mouth curved.
"Garden? Maybe."
Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed and turned into an inconspicuous stream of light, disappearing into the darkness of the crack.
The moment he passed through the space crack, a pressure as heavy as a mountain suddenly pressed on Ye Feng.
The laws in the secret realm are chaotic and incompatible with the laws of the outside world. For an ordinary Immortal King here, just to resist the erosion of this law would take most of his energy. It would be considered good if he could achieve five achievements with his strength.
But this pressure is just a breeze for Ye Feng, who possesses the God-Demon Prison Suppressing Body. The star element in his body just turned slightly, and it assimilated and obliterated all the power of chaotic laws that invaded his body.
Stabilizing his body, Ye Feng began to look at this strange world.
The sky is a strange gray-purple color.
On the earth, there is an endless stretch of primeval dense forest. Each ancient tree is ten thousand feet high, blocking out the sky and the sun, and its branches are twisted like ferocious ghost claws.
The air is filled with the aura of fairy spirits, but there is a hint of violence and chaos in it. While cultivating in such an environment, one can advance very quickly, but one can easily become obsessed with it, and be eroded by the prehistoric aura, turning one into a beast that only knows how to kill.
"Good place." Ye Feng praised.
What is a dangerous place for others, is a treasure for him. The "Art of All Things Returning to Origin" he practiced was best at refining this violent and complex energy.
He was not in a hurry to find any treasures of heaven and earth, but spread out his spiritual thoughts and carefully explored the surroundings.
There are countless powerful auras hidden in this dense forest. Demonic beasts comparable to the Immortal Emperor were lurking in the darkness, watching eagerly. Deeper, there were even a few breaths, and even he felt a slight palpitation in his heart. He might have reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor, or even the level of a half-step Immortal Lord.
"Roar——!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the depths of the jungle. Immediately afterwards, there were violent energy fluctuations and the monks' horrified shouts.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, swayed, and quietly sneaked away in the direction of the battle.
……
A desperate siege was taking place in a clearing in the dense forest.
Seven or eight monks were surrounded by a giant beast that was as big as a mountain. The giant beast looks like a lion, but it has three heads and is covered with dark purple thunder scales. Every time it breathes, there is a black void flowing between its mouth and nose.
The Void-Eating Thunder Lion! And it is a terrifying beast that has reached adulthood and is comparable to the peak of the Immortal Emperor!
"Brother Hu, what should we do! We are surrounded!" A beautiful female cultivator, with a pale face and a trembling voice, said to a middle-aged man next to her.
The man called Brother Hu is none other than the casual cultivator Hu Tianzong. He also had a solemn look on his face at this moment, holding a long knife with flashing runes in his hand, staring at the Void-Eating Thunder Lion, with cold sweat on his forehead.
This improvised team originally wanted to come in and pick an elixir called "Purple Blood Ambergris". Who would have thought that next to this elixir, there would be such a peerless beast.
"Form up! Use the "Sea-Covering Formation" to trap it! Let's find a chance to break out!" Hu Tianzong shouted and took the lead in injecting immortal energy into a formation plate at his feet.
Others also reacted and activated their immortal essences one after another. Rays of light lit up, trying to form a formation light curtain.
"Roar!"
The Void-Eating Thunder Lion will obviously not give them this opportunity. The head in the middle suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and a black thunderball the size of a human head blasted towards the forming formation.
Boom!
The moment the black thunder ball came into contact with the formation's light curtain, the sea-shattering formation that could withstand a full blow from the Immortal Queen was as fragile as paper in front of the black thunder ball, and a huge gap was instantly corroded.
The violent power of the void and the thunder of death swept towards everyone in the formation.
"Ah!"
The Immortal King monk who was closest to the gap didn't even have time to scream. Under the sweep of the black thunder, his body and soul were turned into fly ash.
"It's over..."
The remaining people all had despair in their eyes.
"Everyone, run separately! Only one can survive!" Hu Tianzong roared with grief and anger, his eyes splitting. He knew that if he didn't run away, everyone would die here.
As soon as he finished speaking, a monk in the team with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks flashed his eyes, and suddenly slapped Hu Tianzong beside him with a backhand palm.
"Brother Hu, I'm sorry! Use your life to buy us some time!"
The palm was fast and cruel. Hu Tianzong was trying his best to resist the pressure of the Void-Eating Thunder Lion, and he had no time to defend himself.
Poof!
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and fell in the direction of the Void-Eating Thunder Lion.
"You!" Hu Tianzong was shocked and angry.
The monk with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stopped looking at him. He looked at each other and turned into several streaks of light without hesitation, and fled in different directions.
They actually wanted to use Hu Tianzong as bait to attract the attention of the Void-Eating Thunder Lion.
"Despicable!" When the female cultivator next to Hu Tianzong saw this, she cursed angrily, but her survival instinct still made her escape with everyone.
For a while, Hu Tianzong was the only one left in the field, facing the three ferocious lion heads.
Seeing them betraying themselves without hesitation, a trace of sadness and self-mockery flashed in Hu Tianzong's eyes. This is the tragedy of casual cultivators. The so-called companions can never be relied upon at the moment of life and death.
The three pairs of giant eyes of the Void-Eating Thunder Lion looked at this tiny human in a playful manner. It did not kill immediately and seemed to enjoy the desperate expression of its prey before it died.
The shadow of death shrouded Hu Tianzong's heart. He smiled bitterly, clenched the long knife in his hand, and prepared for the final fight against the trapped beast.
At this moment, a dull voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Need help?"
Hu Tianzong was startled and looked back.
I saw a young man who, at some point, was standing less than three feet behind him. He stood so quietly, and even the fierce Void-eating Thunder Lion seemed not to notice his presence.