Along the way, Ye Feng was on a rampage, and his momentum was unstoppable, whether it was a demon path monk or a righteous path monk, whether it was a family disciple or a sect disciple, almost all those who were encountered by him were killed on the spot.

Blood, stained large chunks of bluestone red. The brutal reputation of the white-clothed sword demon quickly spread.

At first, when killing these people, Ye Feng would hesitate, and would still think of letting the other party live. However, whenever this thought came to Ye Feng's heart, the Heaven Tribulation Immortal Monarch would remind him at the right time.

As a person who has come over, the Heavenly Immortal Monarch knows that every stage of a monk should have his own appropriate behavioral development ideas. When the cultivation is low and the combat power is weak, you should keep a low profile, don't want to be in the limelight, and secretly develop. And when the cultivation reaches a certain level, you should spread your prestige, kill when you kill, and shoot when you should make a move, so that others are jealous, frightened, and even not provoked!

Sometimes, prestige is far more powerful than combat power.

Soon, Ye Feng discovered the benefits of letting the Heavenly Immortal Monarch do this. When he first arrived here, even if Ye Feng didn't want to cause trouble and covered his face with a cloak and hood, he would still be harassed by some monks from time to time, just like the woman before, the red old monster and the hidden wind, they were obviously not high in cultivation, but they still dared to jump out, and the bully was that Ye Feng had no prestige.

But now, even if Ye Feng was still wearing a cloak and a hood, no one would dare to step forward to make things difficult, and it was said that he wanted to do something to him, but it allowed Ye Feng to go all the way unimpeded, saving a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Before I saw the stone tablet with the three big characters of Hualing Mountain written on it, the notoriety of the Yefeng white-clothed sword demon had already spread.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

In the same way, this kind of notoriety, or bad name, naturally spreads many times faster than those heavy good names.

Tonight, stationed on Hualing Mountain, which had been designated as a forbidden area by Duan Qianyao behind the stone stele, the major forces all knew that there was a demonic evil star known as the white-clothed sword demon, with a cultivation in the late stage of the Nine Refining Yuan Infancy, all the way to this side, menacing, wanton killing, is a terrible person with extremely murderous nature.

There are those who disdain it, there are those who are dignified, there are those who don't say a word, and there are those who are excited.

It seems that because of the strong arrival of the night front, the apparent calm that was originally formed by several major forces competing with each other is also going to become uncalm.

After a sleepless night, when the rising sun sprinkled the first rays of light on the stone tablet with Hualing Mountain, a figure also walked along the mountain road.

This man was cloaked in a cloak and hooded, and it was none other than Yefeng himself. At this time, the original color of the cloak and hood on his body was no longer visible, and instead there was a thick layer of dark black blood scabs. As Nightfront walked, blood scabs fell off from time to time and fell to the ground. Standing here, looking behind Ye Feng, you can see that every three or five meters, a few blood scabs will fall to the ground, extending into the distance. You can imagine how many people Ye Feng killed in one night!

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Yefeng was silent for a moment, then reached out a hand and patted the cloak on his body. As he flapped, layers of blood scabs, like rain, kept falling off his cloak and falling to the ground, and soon a layer was spread on the ground. After clearing the blood scabs on the cloak and hood, Ye Feng took out two high-grade spirit stones in a hurry and absorbed the spiritual energy to restore spiritual power.

The divine consciousness was dispersed, and it was not difficult to find that there were many monks around. However, this time, none of the guys dared to attack Yefeng, even if they knew that Yefeng had killed the enemies one night after another, and they were extremely tired, they didn't dare to try.

And this is the effect of the prestige that Ye Feng killed this night!

Behind the stele, on Hualing Mountain, there are monks sitting on many hills, but they are not very noisy. Although there are a lot of people here, they all belong to the people of several major forces, and their combat power is high, and they will not gather together to chirp like weak sparrows.

Obviously, there are still people among the major forces who don't believe in Ye Feng's prestige, and have sent people to garrison here to see if Ye Feng really has that strong combat power.

Previously, many people had been here, but after seeing the battle clearly, they all obediently retreated, and kept saying something.

Night Feng narrowed his eyes and surveyed all the hills, then took a step, recovering his spiritual power as he walked straight towards one of the hills. It's a good location, high up on all the hills, so you can be condescending and observe everyone's every word and deed.

Ye Feng's actions naturally attracted everyone's attention. For a while, countless malicious eyes swept over, and no one moved first, all waiting for the monk who was sitting on the hill to make a move, so that they could see the details of the night front.

The monk sitting on this hill has cultivated to the middle stage of the Nine Refining Yuan Infancy, and can be regarded as one of the few people with the highest cultivation here. As for the other cultivators in the late stage of the Nine Refining Yuan Infant Stage and even the early stage of the out-of-body stage, they were all the top forces and leader-level figures of the major forces, and there were not many of them, and they were in the depths of Hualing Mountain, so it was impossible to come out easily.

"Get out of here, I've got a crush on this mountain. "Reaching the top of this hill, Nightfront stepped forward, and the Sword of Eternal Night appeared at his feet, and lifted him into the air, to the same height as the monk. Looking at the monk in front of him, Ye Feng said unceremoniously and coldly, like an emperor, there was an undoubted meaning in his words.

When the monk sitting on the top of the mountain heard this, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, he raised his head slightly, and said in a difficult voice, "Fellow Daoist, your style is a bit excessive. It's better not to be too arrogant. We Qi Spirit Sect have never taken those false names of yours into our eyes! It's better not to provoke yourself to be killed!"

"It's up to you to kill you?" Ye Feng glanced at him, his tone unchanged, and said, "You elders of the Qi Spirit Sect, I haven't killed you. If you don't get out of the way, do you want me to kill one more guy from the Qi Spirit Sect?"

"Do you have what it takes to kill me?" the man sneered and stood up. Before coming here, the person behind him had given him a very powerful spiritual treasure, which, according to the man, came from the fairy realm. It is with this thing that this person is so fearless.

"Boom!"

Seeing that this person still didn't get out of the way, Ye Feng didn't say a word, took a step forward, and the heavenly fire palm urged, and a pale blue flame flew out, condensing into a palm, strong and domineering, like a fly, slapping at this person, the entire mountain that shook was shaking, and there were falling rocks rolling down.