Swish!

Ye Feng's forward speed increased suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the terrifying-looking storm whirlpool, and the layers of spatial ripples directly covered his figure tightly, even if Kong Meng and Bai Kong were super strong people who were extremely good at the way of space, they couldn't capture Ye Feng's figure in such a situation.

"Bai Kongkong, that kid is dead, the one who loses must be you!"

Leaving such a sentence in the air, there was no sound again, and he had already left.

"Miracles, miracles happen, I'm a firm believer in that!"

The white sky stayed outside the violent vortex for a long time, and then left silently.

Whether Ye Feng is alive or dead, even if they stay and watch for the last hundred years, they will not get any results. Because within the storm whirlpool, all spatial nodes connected in all directions, as long as they enter the violent vortex, if they are not shattered by the violent spatial power, they will randomly pass through those spatial nodes and be thrown out in a certain node.

In other words, if Ye Feng can survive, the location where he appears may be the Shenzhou Continent or the Demon Beast Realm, but in the final analysis, it will not appear at the origin of this violent vortex.

Therefore, Kong Meng and Bai Kong Kong both chose to leave, although they were both desperate to know whether Ye Feng was dead or alive, but reality prevented them from thinking about it.

Unless Ye Feng appeared in front of the world again, Kong Meng and Bai Kong would never know the result of Ye Feng entering the storm vortex for the rest of their lives.

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......

"What is the situation out there, you say?"

“......”

In the Senluo Underground Palace, many human geniuses gathered together, waiting anxiously, waiting for life, or waiting for death.

Someone asked weakly.

But people are silent, and no one answers the question.

The atmosphere is getting heavier and more oppressive. It's not a good feeling to leave your life and death to someone else.

"I've found something interesting, you can check it out!"

Of course, with so many people, there are always some people who have coarse nerves and don't care about life and death. They had no heart or lungs, and as soon as they entered the Senluo Underground Palace, they began their own adventures.

In the Senluo Palace, all kinds of buildings and halls stretch widely, and in some places, there are even all kinds of prohibitions, making it difficult for people to walk, but from the halls that can be passed, these explorers still found all kinds of interesting things, so some people came back with great interest, ready to attract more audiences to visit.

"It's ......"

There are some people who have passed. When they saw something shrouded in halo, their eyes widened and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces.

All kinds of precious and strange treasures are scattered in all corners of the dungeon, shrouded in an invisible halo, isolating the investigation of outsiders.

But with the naked eye alone, people can identify all kinds of them, and those treasures are clearly the treasures of the Purple Winged Flying Tiger Clan, and they are the things in that labyrinth that represent the most precious treasures of the Purple Wing Flying Tiger Clan.

"This ...... Isn't this the treasure won by the Black Stick Dragon? Could it be that the Black Stick Dragon is that Ye Feng?"

People began to associate with Ye Feng and began to associate the figure standing on the pinnacle of many geniuses with Ye Feng, and they couldn't help but be in an uproar.

The news spread, and more and more people noticed it.

Their expressions were both surprised and delighted, and the light in their eyes could not help but brighten, and the light of hope had obviously increased.

Being given to Ye Feng with his life and giving his life to the Black Stick Crazy Dragon are two completely different concepts. Ye Feng's reputation has only spread on the Hundred Beast Mountain, and he has been trapped in the Demon Beast Realm for more than two years, no matter how big his reputation is, it will become much smaller.

At least, in the eyes of the tens of thousands of geniuses in the Senluo Underground Palace, except for a few existences, the vast majority of others regarded Ye Feng as an unknown existence. If it weren't for the crisis of life and death, they would all have nothing to do, and in desperation, they would definitely not agree to Ye Feng's proposal, let alone leave life and death to Ye Feng's control.

But if Ye Feng is a black stick dragon, the meaning is obviously different. The strength of the Black Stick Dragon has been vividly demonstrated in the gladiatorial arena, winning all battles, invincible, even the proudest human genius, in the face of such a strong existence, has to be convinced.

With the Black Stick Dragon in charge of everyone's life and death, in desperation, everyone is more willing to trust such a super strong person who can be called a symbol of miracles, at least, the other party is much stronger than all of them.

Therefore, when they found out that Ye Feng was the black stick dragon, many people present couldn't help but feel relieved, as if their lives were more secure, and their confidence also rose.

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......

Twisting, stretching, folding.

Ye Feng felt that there was an indescribable sense of pain coming from his body, as if he was about to be crumpled whole, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and held on.

The power of the furious space washed over his body, over and over again, even if he had already experienced Ye Feng's own weakening, the remaining strength still made Ye Feng's life worse than death.

He can only rely on his own willpower and work hard to hold on.

Pain came like a tidal wave, and Ye Feng's consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt that all directions became distorted.

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......

On the city wall, a tall wooden shelf was erected, and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was tied to a wooden frame and erected at the highest point of the city wall. The boy was covered in blood, and his bound hands and feet were blurred with blood, which was unbearable to see.

He was dying at this time, confused, and extremely uncomfortable.

"My Wu Shui's life, will I be here today?"

The young man struggled to open his puffy eyes, and looked weakly at the dense kneeling figure under the city wall, with infinite sadness in his heart.

"Untouchable Wu Shui, who secretly learned evil skills, committed a mortal crime, nine deaths are not enough to make up for his sins, and now he will be punished in public to set an ......example."

A horse-headed man with a horse's head was standing under Wu Shui's wooden frame at this time, facing the many humans kneeling under the city wall, reading Wu Shui's guilt aloud, and gushing.

Wu Shui tugged at the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and despised the horse-headed man, but when he thought of his current appearance, he couldn't help but sigh, and his mood was desperate and gloomy.

This is the Ghost Horse City, the territory of the Ghost Horse Lord, in this city, the orc Ghost Horse Clan is the dominant race that is high above, and the human side, although there are many people, is a slave under the rule of the Ghost Horse Clan, life and death, extremely miserable.

Wu Shui is a human orphan born in Ghost Horse City.

He has no father and mother since he was a child, and he grew up in the ghost horse city and endured all kinds of hardships.

But one day a year ago, Wu Shui obtained something from a certain channel, which was a powerful cultivation technique, called the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast, a secret skill that could make human beings cultivate and become powerful.

When he obtained the exercise, Wu Shui was ecstatic, he knew this exercise.

On the orc continent today, the name of the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast has spread to all corners of the world. This technique is regarded by humans as a miracle skill that changes fate, but it is also regarded by the orc tribe as a flood beast that must be banned.

All orc territories have issued the most severe bans, calling the nine strikes of wild beasts a demonic evil method, as long as there are humans who dare to cultivate, once they are discovered by the orcs, they will inevitably come out of the nest, encircle and suppress them with all their might, and they must be killed completely.

But I have to say that the more orcs are strictly prohibited, the more humans choose to practice this exercise, and Wu Shui is no exception. He has tasted enough of the sadness and darkness of this world, but now there is one thing that can change his fate, and he only needs to pay the corresponding risk, it is very simple, then cultivate.

Wu Shui memorized the exercises firmly, and then destroyed the cheats. He secretly cultivated the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast, but on the other hand, he did his best to conceal this, no orc could know that he was cultivating the exercises, not even his companions.

Over the past year, Wu Shui has changed a lot, from the original skinny child to a slender boy with strong muscles. His strength has improved rapidly, and in just one year, he has broken through all the way from the acquired realm to the peak of the metamorphosis realm, and stepped into the Danju realm with half a foot.

Wu Shui didn't know what level of his strength had reached, but he knew that many of the masters of the Ghost Horse Clan who were rampant and domineering on weekdays were no longer his opponents.

However, Wu Shui did not show his strength, but chose to be his humble gangster, still wandering the streets of Ghost Horse City every day, pretending to have not changed at all.

According to this trend, in another two or three years, Wu Shui will be able to unconsciously cultivate to the realm of life and death, and he will be able to compete with the ghost horse lord of Ghost Horse City and become a big man from above.

But the accident still happened, someone accused Wu Shui, saying that he had cultivated the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast, so he attracted the masters of the Ghost Horse Clan, surrounded and suppressed Wu Shui, and finally captured him alive.

Wu Shui was inexplicably sad and full of sorrow.

Because it was his human companion in Ghost Horse City who denounced him, and more importantly, the reason why the other party reported him was not because he really found out that he cultivated the Nine Strikes of the Wild Beast, but only out of jealousy in his heart, and then casually found an excuse to frame Wu Shui.

Who would have thought that by mistake, Wu Shui would directly show his feet, and finally failed to be captured.

"I'm going to die today, it's really cheap to die! If I knew earlier, I wouldn't look ahead and backward, and secretly kill those bastards of the Ghost Horse Clan, and save yourself a loss now!"

Wu Shui thought in his heart, his face was defeated.

He felt that he no longer had the slightest chance of survival, and the Ghost Horse Clan had never spared any mercy for humans who dared to cultivate the Nine Strikes of Wild Beasts, and killed them quickly.

(End of chapter)