After bypassing the stone bed, through a wide corridor, several gorgeous rooms appeared in front of Ye Feng.

However, after entering these rooms, Ye Feng was greatly disappointed, these rooms were all empty, I don't know if the ancient monks took away all the items in them, or someone else entered this place first and took away the treasures here.

However, Ye Feng was not disappointed, but continued to return to the corridor, and a staircase leading to the second floor appeared in front of him.

With the scale of this attic, there are at least three floors high, but with the harvest just gained in the hall, the rest of the floors are not important to Ye Feng.

With a dispensable mentality, Ye Feng stepped onto the stairs.

After passing through seventy-two steps, a faint red cyan light curtain blocked Ye Feng's way.

Seeing the light curtain in front of him, Ye Feng suddenly showed a look of joy, with Ye Feng's experience, he recognized at a glance that this layer of light curtain was definitely not a guardian prohibition, but a prohibition to isolate aura, with this kind of prohibition, the second layer of space should not let him return empty-handed.

I saw that this layer of light curtain was as thin as a cicada's wings, Ye Feng's footsteps were lightly raised, and he passed through this layer of light curtain in an instant, but after entering it, the situation also made Ye Feng show a trace of disappointment.

In this two-story space, there is actually a lack of spiritual energy, not only is it far less than the hall on the first floor, but even compared with the ordinary spiritual land in the outside world, it is slightly inferior.

"I guessed wrong!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but show a hint of doubt, this cyan light curtain that isolates the aura, although it has no offensive power and defense function, but the unique effect of isolating the aura, is admired by many monks, but it is really troublesome to arrange this kind of prohibition, if it is not a medicine garden planted with important elixirs, ordinary places, it is generally not easy to arrange, but judging from the lack of aura in this place, how can there be any trace of elixir.

However, although the area of the second floor is slightly smaller than that of the first floor, there are more than a dozen rooms on both sides of a corridor.

Ye Feng walked into the nearest room. After entering it, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge honeycomb-shaped object, the honeycomb is densely packed, full of small holes, it seems to be a spirit insect room, but the inhabitant of the spirit insect is still there, but the spirit insect has long disappeared.

"Don't you think this beehive is a little familiar?" At this time, Ling'er's faint voice of sound transmission entered Ye Feng's divine sense.

"Familiar?"

Hearing Ling'er's reminder, Ye Feng paid close attention to it, only to see that this beehive was huge, oval-shaped, hanging upside down on the roof, the huge beehive almost occupied most of the space in the room, and the entire beehive was silvery-white, as if it was made of sterling silver, with a faint silver light.

Ye Feng couldn't help frowning slightly, revealing a hint of deep groaning, this kind of beehive, I have indeed heard of it somewhere, but it has been too long, but I can't remember it for a while.

"God King Yufeng!"

Just as Ye Feng was groaning, there was a sudden exclamation from Caiyi, and then the spirit beast bag flashed, and Caiyi appeared in the room.

"God King Yufeng, Fairy Caiyi, you won't admit that you're mistaken, right?

Hearing Caiyi's words, Ye Feng was taken aback, and then his face was full of surprise, and he suddenly remembered the record about God King Yufeng.

When he was still a foundation building monk, in Seven Star City, it seems that in a four-person exchange meeting, he got an ancient classic book about ancient spirit insects, but in the classics, most of the records are some spirit insects that have long been extinct, and they are useless at all.

At that time, after Ye Feng exchanged for this classic, he only regarded it as some strange talk, and occasionally read some of them, among which there was a record of this kind of god king Yufeng.

Although such a classic book had long been abandoned, with the extraordinary memory of an immortal cultivator, Ye Feng suddenly remembered the record of this kind of spirit worm. It's just that this kind of spirit insect is extremely difficult to survive, and it has been extinct in ancient times.

It is rumored that the God King Yufeng is not a powerful spirit worm, but the brewed Yufeng honey is a rare elixir in the immortal cultivation world, which can not only quickly restore mana, but also have the effect of fixing the face when taken regularly. In particular, the strange fragrance emitted by this honey made many spirit insects crazy.

Seeing the huge beehive in front of him, Ye Feng shook his head in disappointment and said, "It's a pity, the beehive here has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the God King Yufeng has long been gone, even if there are insect eggs left, it is impossible to survive!"

Cai Yi said with an urgent face, "Nonsense, what's the use of some insect eggs, if this palace expects it to be good, there must still be Yufeng honey in this hive!"

"How is that possible?" Ye Feng suddenly showed disbelief.

Caiyi said in surprise, "Although the defense of the God King Yufeng is not high, the beehive is extremely hard, especially the core part used to store Yufeng honey, it is even more invulnerable, and the Yufeng honey is stored in it, and it is almost incorruptible!"

"Oh?"

Ye Feng showed a hint of surprise as he took out the phantom sword, and with a wave of his hand, the phantom sword immediately slashed on the beehive.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound came, the extremely sharp phantom sword was actually bounced away, but on the hive, only a finger-thick slash mark was left.

"This hive is so hard!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but show a look of surprise, with the sharpness of the phantom sword, even if it was a slightly harder refining material, it should have been cut open a long time ago, and the beehive in front of him actually only left a faint trace.

However, Ye Feng had no intention of giving up, and as soon as his mind moved, hundreds of phantom swords came out of his hands, turning into almost transparent streamers, and kept slashing over the hive.

A moment later, the actual beehive was cut off by as much as half at a speed visible to the naked eye, and under the constant driving of the phantom sword, Ye Feng's mana began to drain rapidly.

At this time, Ye Feng's face sank, and then he mobilized the remaining mana, and after a magic trick was played, all the phantom swords suddenly gathered in the air, and as Ye Feng's hands continued to pinch the strange and complicated magic tricks, a giant sword of more than ten zhang in size and almost occupying a small half of the space in this room had already taken shape.

"Slash!"

With a low shout from Ye Feng's mouth, the phantom sword came out of his hand and instantly slashed at the huge beehive.

"Boom!"

After a dull sound came out, cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the hive, and at this time, Ye Feng was also exhausted by his mana, and the giant sword technique he cast turned into hundreds of flying swords and flew into Ye Feng's sleeves.

As soon as Ye Feng's flying sword was withdrawn, he saw that the cracks on the hive were getting denser and denser, instantly spreading over the entire hive, and after a while, the entire hive turned into an irregular random and fell to the ground.