After Ye Feng's body disappeared into the Washing God Temple, the appreciation in the eyes of the Blood Demon Sect Master suddenly erupted again, and then he suppressed this appreciation, replaced by a faint sadness, "I'm sorry, it's good for me to use you now, but it will also help you, I hope to forgive me, when you get the ranking, it will prove that your combat experience is high, then I will take you." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After the twist ended, Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked around.

I saw that the scene around him was not as Ye Feng imagined, but the vast green trees stood beside him, forming a huge forest, even if it had a margin, it was not something that ordinary people could find.

There was also a half-meter-long red grass growing under its feet, but if you looked closely, the original color of these red grasses was green, because there was too much blood scattered on them, so the color of the grass changed, and the taste also turned into a strong smell of blood.

"The more you kill here, the higher your ranking will be, but if you die once, you will lose the name of ten heads...... Then I just don't die in the killing, and that's fine. Ye Feng frowned slightly when he saw the blood-colored grass here, and said in a low voice.

Then, his mind moved, and the nightmare suddenly appeared on his right hand, and there was no black mist and unjust soul rushing out, but at the same time that he felt that there was a strong evil aura on Ye Feng's body, there was also a terrifying fear that grew back in his heart, because Ye Feng's appearance at this time was terrifying.

It was a black robe with a hood but not on his head, with white hair up to his waist, a black mask on his face that could only be seen in calm eyes, and a sword in his hand that was extremely black and exuding formidable.

At this moment, a Changhong galloped in the direction of Ye Feng, and when he got Changhong, he didn't look like he was coming at Ye Feng, but he was fleeing for his life in a hurry, but after finding Ye Feng, he galloped back in an instant, as if he had forgotten the person who was chasing behind him.

A miserable scream instantly echoed in Ye Feng's ears, followed by the arrival of a long rainbow, "Little brother, thank you very much, but since you didn't escape, then you will die in my ......"

Before the words were finished, the monk's eyes were on Ye Feng, and the calm light made him puzzle for a while, but it was this moment of doubt that he felt the coldness of his body, and the last glance was to see the sword in Ye Feng's hand quickly absorbing his blood and consciousness in his chest.

After death, a ray of light instantly surrounded Ye Feng, and finally turned into a red spar the size of a fingernail, burrowed into Ye Feng's hand and turned into a physical object, Ye Feng stretched out his hand and saw a red spar the size of a fingernail lying quietly on it in his hand.

"Maybe it's a thing to count the number of kills and resurrections, then then I need to collect more." A cold light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes as he spoke, and he turned into an ice sword and stepped on his feet, turning into a long rainbow and leaving.

In another place, two monks were engaged in a fierce battle, with injuries of varying severity on their bodies.

Just as they were about to do it again, they suddenly felt a wave of evil erupt towards them.

They turned their heads directly to look at the place where the evil aura had come from, and saw a white-haired monk dressed in black and wearing a mask, looking at them with a calm and terrifying gaze.

There were no screams, no pain, the calm gaze was the last thing the two monks saw, and at the time of death, only fear remained on their faces.

"The hundredth killed three hundred, and the first killed nine hundred and ninety-nine...... Then I'll have to kill a thousand, but this kind of killing is still too slow, and it seems that the rate of killing will increase. ”

As Ye Feng was talking, his mind moved, and he saw that after the nightmare in his hand emitted a piercing roar, a black soul full of resentment rushed out of it, and on these unjust souls, it exuded fluctuations that were not weaker than the cultivation of the foundation building period, and when the amount of the unjust soul was not less than a hundred, a red unjust soul rushed out of the nightmare, which was full of evil energy, and the cultivation fluctuations were even more in the early stage of foundation building.

"Go ahead, in a group of ten, see someone killing, and bring me back the spar after the death of the person, the red soul, you follow me." The cold light in Ye Feng's eyes was thick at the same time, and he sent out divine thoughts towards the nightmare.

Because Ye Feng knew that this nightmare was connected to these unjust souls, as long as the nightmare was transmitted, then these unjust souls could obey it.

The unjust soul finally obeyed Ye Feng's wishes, turned into eleven teams, and flew towards ten different places, and the red unjust soul surrounded Ye Feng with a cold light in his eyes.

Ye Feng found a hidden place and sat cross-legged, looking at the nightmare in his hand and said to Nan Nan: "Now with my cultivation, I can only summon the hundred unjust souls in this sword, and a soul in the early stage of foundation building, I don't know what will happen to it in the future, it's just ...... How many souls are there in this sword...... This sword is too powerful, so it's better to use it less in the future. ”

Then Ye Feng inserted the nightmare on the ground in front of him, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and the seal on his hand began to change.

After a long time, Ye Feng stopped the seal in his hand and pointed at his nightmare to strengthen his control over the nightmare.

In fact, all this is not needed, but Ye Feng himself also has a sense of fear of the nightmare, he has a feeling for this nightmare, if he does not strengthen it, the nightmare may turn against him at any time.

Five days passed in a flash, Ye Feng waited here for five days, in these five days, the unjust souls released by Ye Feng came back one after another, put down the spar and left again, and so on, Ye Feng had collected three hundred red spars, but this was still two hundred away from five hundred.

"It seems that I can't wait like this, if I continue like this, how long will I have to wait, besides, the cultivation of these unjust souls is the highest level of Qi Refining Ninth Layer Great Perfection, and every time they return, there is a harvest, that is to say, the possibility of a foundation building monk here is very small." Ye Feng's eyes emitted a fine light, and he looked at the red spar in front of him and said to himself.

He then placed the red hedron in the storage bag and slowly closed his eyes, but the moment he closed them, he opened them again, and they were filled with cold light.

I saw Ye Feng turn into an ice sword, turn into a long rainbow and leave......

Ye Feng's killing in the restricted land began here, with the early stage of foundation building behind him, and his army of hundred unjust souls, unfolded in the sub-restricted land.

After a flash of three months, Ye Feng's killing continued, the storage bag in his body was already seven hundred, Ye Feng knew that his ranking could already be included in the top hundred, or even in the top fifty, but this was not the result he wanted, he ...... To be first.

The power of the nightmare's teleportation, because of its ability to absorb other magic weapons, absorbed his cyan dagger in the first place, so it has the power of teleportation.

The sword qi is in the sky, and when the nightmare is used, there is no sound of sword qi, but it is changed to the roar of the soul, and the sword qi is no longer a blue sword qi, but a black one, and the appearance of the soul emerges from time to time, and the person who is cut by the sword qi will not immediately turn into black gas, but absorb the vitality of the person, and finally make the person turn into a dry corpse and die.

In this restricted place, because of its infinite resurrection, Ye Feng couldn't see fear in the killing, at most he only had fear.

In the past, Ye Feng didn't know the difference between the two words, but now he knew.

Fear is to be so scared that you don't even have the courage to go to battle.

And fear, there is only a trace of fear, but the courage to fight with it will still be there.

Ye Feng had felt these in the past three months, but in his storage bag, the pills he had stored before were about to be exhausted.

The killing still didn't stop, and Ye Feng's eyes were full of bloodlust at this time, as if in this world, there was nothing else for him to do except kill.

If the pill is gone, grab it, and if it is empty, go and devour it......

He has only one purpose, and that is to kill.

Gradually, the monks in the Restricted Land had a real fear of Ye Feng, and the title of a black-clothed rakshasa was spread among these monks.

Legend has it that this person is dressed in a black robe, with a black mask on his face, a white hair fluttering in the wind, and the black long sword in his hand is extremely sharp.

In the end, the rumor has changed, and it can even be said that there is a murderer in the restricted land, and all the people who are killed can only see a black light flashing, and the battle in the restricted land has come to an end for the time being.

As for Ye Feng, who killed the red-eyed man, he was still attacking for the first place in the killing rankings, and he didn't know his title.

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