Qiyan City.

Yunfeng Mountain, this mountain, is an inn-like existence.

Standing in the north of Qiyan City, it is the only mountain in the city!

On the top of the mountain, there are many attics, and these attics are rented from people.

Halfway up the mountain, in a pavilion.

Yan Feng sat on the hollow wooden platform at the top of this pavilion.

Eyes, close tightly.

At this moment, he is looking inward!

In the dantian, the black whirlpool.

A divine sense of Yan Feng condensed in front of this whirlpool, looking at this flowing black whirlpool...

It seems that this vortex is no different from before the cultivation dissipates.

But...!

Say the same, but it's different!

The difference between this, even Yan Feng himself, can't judge!

But...

Yan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and now his cultivation path.

I'm afraid I can't take that ordinary path!

His soul and spirit have been rejected by this world!

He... Do not connect with the spiritual power of this heaven and earth.

In this way, I want to be like the ordinary road, condensing the spiritual power of heaven and earth and turning it into cultivation.

This road, for Yan Feng, is already impassable!

One way closed, the other way... It was unfolded in front of Yan Feng's eyes!

But this road is too bloody!

Devouring the Way!

Yan Feng could feel that he had just devoured the spiritual power of the eight ancestral gods, and the spiritual power of these eight ancestral gods had not completely turned into his own cultivation, at most, only one-tenth of the spiritual power of the eight people remained in his body, and the rest... All of them are in the whirlpool.

Although I don't know why this black vortex began to devour spiritual power...

However, Yan Feng could feel that after this vortex devoured the spiritual power, it became more stable!

And it is also easier to extract that primordial qi from it!

The divine consciousness in the dantian slowly dispersed.

On the wooden platform, Yan Feng slowly opened his eyes...

Eight ancestral gods who have become servants, one-tenth of their spiritual power... It's less than half of what it was.

There was a slight entanglement in Yan Feng's eyes.

Now it seems that his cultivation is about to be improved... The ancestral god is to the heavenly saint, eternal, and immortal, and only then does he think about continuing to break through the wasteland, or becoming a demon slayer.

But on the way to this wasteland.

He was already unable to absorb heaven and earth, and even Yan Feng felt that his inability to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth was deliberately done by the whirlpool in his body!

In that case, there is only one way!

It's killing, it's devouring!

Use the spiritual power of others to turn it into your own strength.

Yan Feng has been a man all his life.

People don't offend me, I don't offend me...

If Yan Feng wants to kill wantonly in order to improve his cultivation, Yan Feng can't do this.

But if you don't kill, your cultivation will stagnate.

In Yan Feng's eyes... Slowly condensed, a killing intent appeared!

In this case, I have no other choice...

Horizontal and vertical are all killing, the enemy of the harsh wind... That's a lot!

At this moment, a handmaiden appeared in the place of the wooden terrace passage, and these maids were prepared by the various attics.

It is specially used to serve the guests who are staying at the hotel, waiting to be called.

"Childe, there's someone out there looking for you. ”

The maid saluted respectfully and whispered.

Looking for me?

Yan Feng's brows furrowed slightly... In this Qiyan City, who knows himself?

Who knows... Where you are!

In his eyes, there was a hint of murderous intent.

Knowing that you are here, you must have been following yourself all the time.

"Let him in. ”

Yan Feng hid the killing intent in his eyes and spoke lightly.

"Yes. ”

The maid received Yan Feng's order, and then retreated.

But after a short cup of tea, a woman in a purple light robe walked out of the passage slowly.

There is a veil on his face, like a fog, and he can't see the reality inside.

"If you are looking for it, and you don't say that you haven't reported your name, why are you masked, don't you know that this is a great disrespect. ”

In front of Yan Feng, a tea table had already been placed, and there was a pot of tea and two teacups at the moment.

White smoke wafted from the cup.

"The slave family is rude, and I ask the son to forgive the sin. ”

The woman dressed in purple had the veil on her face like a cloud of green smoke floating away.

"Zishan, the slave family, I have seen the son, speaking of which, the slave family and the son have met once. ”

The woman's facial features are delicate and her face is beautiful, which is enough to make men all over the world fall crazy for it.

But...

This beauty, in front of Yan Feng, is useless.

Yan Feng didn't even look at this Zishan.

This state of affairs surprised Zishan... Zi Shan is very clear about her appearance.

The first beauty in Qiyan City, no matter what kind of man she is, as long as she sees herself, she basically can't take her eyes off it.

"Sit. ”

Yan Feng just spoke lightly.

"Xie Gongzi sat down. ”

Zi Shan smiled slightly, and then crossed her knees and sat opposite Yan Feng.

"What's the matter? ”

Yan Feng's words were cold and ruthless, without the slightest emotion, just lightly spoke.

"Childe received the slave's flower ball before, and the slave family should have dinner with Childe for a while, but since Childe is gone, the slave family can only chase after him in the name of rudeness, and please don't blame Shan'er for offending. ”

Zishan's words were soft, like a clear bell, falling into her ears, crisp and pleasant.

"If you have something to say, you don't have to beat around the bush. ”

Yan Feng, raised his eyes slightly, looked at this Zishan, that look... It's as cold as a thousand years of ice.

Zi Shan's face was originally smiling, but under Yan Feng's eyes, she was stunned...

Silence, on the entire wooden platform, Yan Feng no longer continued to speak.

Zishan, who was originally smiling, at this moment... Slowly stagnate, and after a few breaths, it actually became solemn.

Subsequently... Zi Shan slowly stood up, and her figure took three steps back.

To the wind is to bow down.

Zi Shan wanted to ask Childe for help. ”

"Don't go. ”

Yan Feng didn't think about it, and spoke lightly.

For Yan Feng's answer, Zishan was not surprised, but continued to speak.

"Zi Shan has been waiting in this Qiyan City for hundreds of thousands of years... The person who waits for him is the childe. ”

"Please also ask Childe to help!"

Zishan knelt down directly.

Yan Feng is still unmoved...

His own cultivation is extremely ordinary in this Qiyan City, the body of the Heavenly Sage, and the cultivation of the ancestral gods can be regarded as a very low cultivation.

With her reputation as Zishan, the number one beauty in Qiyan City, it is by no means difficult to find a few eternal immortal realm existences to help her.

Heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, and there will never be fewer people who are willing to go to the soup for them, and Su Heng, who was killed by himself, is one of the examples.

Why find yourself...

Why, it is said that I have waited for hundreds of thousands of years!

Who the hell is this woman?!

Just as Yan Feng was thinking... Zishan, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke again.

"Zishan respectfully asks the young emperor to help, and swears by his soul, from now on, for the rest of his life, for the young emperor's maid, if there is a violation, the soul will be scattered!"

As soon as this remark came out...

Yan Feng's hand holding the teacup was slightly stunned...

She... How do you know if you are a young emperor?!