A graceful figure emerged from the void, like a dark phantom.

Blinking, the phantom staring.

A close-fitting black skirt armor sets off the graceful body to the fullest, the lower half of the face is wearing a mask like black jade, and a pair of eyes are incomparably deep and incomparably dark, as if condensing the thousands of blacks in the world, which can devour everything.

The figure flashed, but the graceful black shadow passed through the mirage-like phantom.

"What is this?"

couldn't figure it out, so she immediately asked for help.

After a while, a phantom appeared, it was the ten ancestors of the Chen family.

The phantom of the Ten Ancestors of the Chen Family stared at the mirage-like illusory world, his eyes wrinkled, and he was a little surprised.

"This is a time-space dislocation projection ...... of a secret realm"

The Ten Ancestors groaned.

He had not personally encountered such a situation, but he had seen it in the classics.

When some secret realms appear, there will be a dislocation projection of time and space.

However, this kind of situation is very rare, and some cultivators may not be able to encounter it in their lifetime, such as the Tenth Ancestor, a quasi-emperor, who has been on the path of cultivation for tens of thousands of years, and has never encountered such a thing as the dislocation projection of time and space in the secret realm.

The projection of space-time dislocation in the secret realm does not have any specific rules to follow.

After all, the number of times is too rare to form a valid record.

"Don't worry, although Chen Feng is a mortal, his fortune is extraordinary, for him, being involved in the dislocation projection of time and space in the secret realm may be another chance."

The Tenth Ancestor said to the woman wearing the black jade mask.

"You are waiting here, when Chen Feng leaves that secret realm, it is possible to return here, if you don't return here, you will go to the Eastern Wilderness Chaotian Sect to find him."

"Yes."

The woman in the black jade mask responded softly, her voice cold and sweet.

……

The world swirled for a while.

Chen Feng found himself in the air, falling rapidly downward, as for the mount of Lion Zhan, he didn't know where it went.

As soon as the thought moved, the body steadied.

"I'm ......"

Chen Feng's gaze swept quickly, a little foggy.

The sky is high and the earth is wide.

However, the sky was gray and full of cracks, and the earth seemed to be shattered in all directions, and the mountains and forests were dry and the peaks were broken, as if a world had been spread by war.

The aura was almost exhausted, sparse and mixed, which made Chen Feng feel uncomfortable.

It was as if it had suddenly fallen from a clear spring into a stinking ditch.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Chen Feng generally understood what he had encountered.

Good luck!

Of course, it can also be said to be dangerous.

After all, chance is always accompanied by danger, which is not surprising, and Chen Feng also feels reasonable.

As for the degree of danger, it depends on whether your strength is strong enough.

There is a saying in the martial arts world.

All dangers come from a lack of strength.

Heaven and earth qi recovered, all kinds of opportunities also appeared, I fell here unexpectedly and coincidentally, as for the rest, I don't understand it yet, after all, I am still very young, and I don't have so much knowledge.

"Hmmm......"

Chen Feng's eyes suddenly condensed to one place, and he saw that there, there seemed to be wisps of black aura lingering, like a gray mist, enveloping one side, full of amazing death aura and will, vaguely, Chen Feng also seemed to see that in the gray mist, there were wisps of subtle black.

While thinking about it, Chen Feng immediately fell down.

Not only Chen Feng, but also many people who have entered this secret realm.

In the deepest part of the secret realm, in the thick black mist, a sword filled with faint moonlight stuck in the eyebrows of a figure and nailed to a mountain wall.

The figure, dressed in a black robe, was constantly emanating from his body.

Wherever they passed, not a single grass grew.

Death!

Only death. It was as if everything was going to end.

Immediately, the closed eyes of the figure nailed to the mountain wall by the long sword suddenly opened, deep, dark, and deadly, but with a strange luster.

On his pale and wrinkled face, a smile hung on the corner of his shriveled mouth.

Cruel and cold!

"And another living creature came in...... How many years have passed...... Boom Boom ...... Come on, come on...... Become my strength and let me recover......"

……

"Chen Feng!"

A slightly unexpected voice sounded, with a bit of vigilance.

Chen Feng's eyes swept over, and he saw a graceful figure, a moon-white robe hanging down, setting off the beautiful body to the fullest.

A face like a bright moon, fairy muscles and jade bones, like a goddess stepping from the bright moon.

It is Murong Yue of the Murong clan.

Chen Feng was still a little impressed by this woman, after all, at the last chance in the Ten Emperors Palace, this woman had offered to exchange quasi-emperor-level treasures for the Supreme Nirvana Pill in her hands.

It can be said that he has a very thick skin.

"Nice to meet you."

Murong Yue looked familiar, and said to Chen Feng with a smile on his face, that smile gave people the feeling that it would not seem familiar and eager, but it would not look rusty, just right.

It means that people can't have any resistance or disgust for Murong Yue, on the contrary, they will feel very comfortable.

"Hmm."

Chen Feng just nodded, without any idea of continuing to talk to Murong Yue, turned around, and left directly.

The smile on Murong Yue's face suddenly froze.

Who do you want her to be?

The proud daughter of the Murong clan in Middle Earth, and the Murong clan, that is the imperial family, there is more than one emperor born in the ancestors, how amazing, looking at the entire Spirit Desolate Domain, it is also a powerful force at the top level.

And she, Murong Yue, is a super demon who has left a mark of 79 meters on the emperor's monument, and she has a quasi-supreme-level miracle.

In terms of appearance, it is also one of the best, like a fairy in the dust.

I don't know how many people are chasing her, and when it comes out that Murong Yue wants to recruit relatives, the team can definitely go around Middle-earth.

And now, she greeted a man so actively and eagerly, with a smile on her face, and was actually ignored, this feeling, Murong Yue had never experienced since she was a child, and she was stunned for a while, and she didn't know what to do.

After all...... I have no experience in this matter.

However, a strong unwillingness suddenly sprung up from Murong Yue's heart like a spring, gushing out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Yue immediately chased after Chen Feng.

"What is Miss Murong following me for?"

Chen Feng turned around and asked.

"Can't I go in this direction?"

Murong Yue immediately asked rhetorically.

"Whatever you want."

Chen Feng didn't care, let alone pay attention to it.

Pretty?

So what?

Good family background?

So what?

It has nothing to do with me.

Seeing Chen Feng turn around and continue to walk, Murong Yue was angry, gritting his teeth at Chen Feng's back, and wanted to rush up and take two bites, the serious kind.

Chen Feng didn't care about Murong Yue at all.

If you are really hostile to attack yourself, then your sword is hard and sharp, and you will never drag the mud and water, and ensure that you will send people away cleanly.

After a while, he met other people from Middle-earth.

When they saw Chen Feng, their faces changed drastically, and they obviously recognized Chen Feng, after all, they had witnessed Chen Feng's amazing demeanor in the ring outside the Heavenly Emperor City that day.

However, when they saw Murong Yue following behind Chen Feng with the appearance of a little follower, they were all dumbfounded.

This scene...... It's undoubtedly amazing.

Murong Yue!

That is the goddess in the minds of countless young people in Middle-earth, and they dream of being favored by it.

Now, this kind of goddess who is as high as the goddess of the moon actually looks like a little follower, looking at her staring at Chen Feng's back, it seems to be very complicated, just like ...... It's like ...... was abandoned from the beginning to the end, but he didn't give up.

Don't...... Don't...... What are the secret of the two?

If this is transmitted back to Middle-earth, I don't know how many people will be disappointed, and how many people will want to fight against Chen Feng.

Not long after, a figure swept out, blocking the way.

This person's face is full of flesh, fierce and vicious, his body is extremely tall and majestic, his complexion is dark, like an iron tower, and there is an amazing majesty, and the air around him is stirring like water ripples.

His body also exuded a fierce aura fluctuation.

Chen Feng even noticed that there were strands of fine fluff on this person's dark complexion.

Demon Clan!

Chen Feng made a judgment at the first time, and it didn't seem to be the demon clan from Middle Earth, it should be the demon clan from the West Mountain.

"What a beautiful little lady, leave her, I will spare you......" After the fierce and vicious strong man's eyes swept over Murong Yue, he said to Chen Feng with a cruel smile on his face.

"Please."

Before the other party finished speaking, Chen Feng responded directly, concise and to the point, and showed his answer with practical actions, bypassing it directly.

The strong man froze.

It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing, he's very experienced, and the other party isn't resisting.

Where is there such cooperation?

Is it a soft egg?

Such a beautiful woman follows a soft egg, what a sin, and it is up to me to save him today.

Murong Yue was directly angry.

The face was like frost, and a cold and cold aura erupted without reservation, and the whole body was filled with brilliance, as if the moonlight was hazy, and the surrounding air quickly spread a layer of frost.

vertex

Sell!

With just one blow, a large amount of frost moonlight broke through the air, directly covering the strong man and freezing it into an ice sculpture.

"Humph!"

Glancing at Chen Feng coldly, Murong Yue's face was like frost, and he immediately turned around and went in a different direction.

She has a grudge against Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't care about this.

What about love?

What about hate?

But it's like an empty dream.

What does it have to do with me, Chen Feng?

Sudden mutations.

I saw a wisp of sword groaning sound, clear and high-pitched, clear and clear.

There were sword lights rushing out of the sky, and the aura was permeated, filled with amazing sword power, as if a bright moon rose into the sky.

The bright moon hung in the dim sky, incomparably powerful, like a long river pouring down.

For a while, many people or demon clans who were involved in this secret realm were attracted to attention one by one.

"The breath of that sword ......"

"Holy Soldier!"

"It's actually the breath of a holy soldier......"

One by one, their faces suddenly turned happy.

Holy Soldiers!

It was a weapon used by the powerhouses of the Holy Realm.

To put it simply, spirit soldiers can be artificially cast, as for holy soldiers, the difficulty of casting is far more than a hundred times better than that of divine spirit soldiers, it can be said that in today's spiritual wasteland, there is no refining master who can cast holy soldiers.

Yes, only a Grandmaster can forge a Holy Soldier.

So where did those holy soldiers of the Saint Realm powerhouses come from?

Either from antiquity.

Either it is made by raising high-grade spirit soldiers.

The value of the Holy Soldier is staggering.

"The breath of the Holy Soldier Spirit Sword ......"

Chen Feng's eyes froze, and he suddenly showed a touch of joy.

"Those who are destined for the holy sword will get it...... I, Chen Feng, am the one who is destined......"

The words fell, and Chen Feng did not hesitate to rush in the direction where the sword groan came from.