As the black cloud approached the range where the Terran monk was, it spread rapidly, like a drop of thick ink dripping into a large dye vat.

Fenglan Edgeworth entered the black cloud and saw the shadow of a fish in the thickest part of the black cloud, and the fish's tail swayed gently.

After observing for a moment, he took out the Hidden Cone and struck at the head of the fish shadow.

Suddenly, a donkey's hoof appeared in the shallow black cloud behind him and kicked him in the back.

A strange donkey bark resounded through the sky.

Fenglan's ears seemed to be thundering, and Zhen's head was buzzing.

A thin layer of red snake scales appeared on Fenglan's body, like armor.

The red snake scales rebounded the power of the donkey's hooves, several times the force of the donkey's hooves, and the wind also staggered.

The Tibetan front cone had already hit the fish shadow in front of it, and it stopped on its own, spinning at high speed, like a spindhar.

"What kind of youkai will it be?"

Confused, Fenglan couldn't help but rub his temples to keep himself more awake.

He remembered that there were similar ghosts in the strange books of another world, but this world was extremely rare.

However, the life experience in this world is quite limited, the amount of reading is even more limited, and the insight is really small, and it is impossible to make accurate judgments.

Fenglan hesitated for a moment, and slowly approached,

The oriental fish white in the depths of my mind emerged by itself,

You can see clearly through it,

It was a little boy playing with mud, and black clouds kept spreading from the "mud" he was playing.

The little boy has a goldfish carving tied around his waist, and the shadow on the carving is floating, hiding the real body of the little boy.

The little boy had a pair of beautiful golden eyes, a clear blood mark on his neck, the blood stain was squirming slightly, his upper body was wearing waist-length black dragon scale armor, his pants seemed to be sewn with complete gray dragon skin, and a pair of gray thick combat boots seemed to be polished with dragon teeth.

Fenglan's first instinct was that he wasn't a monster.

He realized a question, what was stopping the Tibetan front cone? Z.br>

At this moment, the little boy's chest lit up with two clouds, one gray and one white.

In an instant, the Zangfeng Cone flew back upside down and attacked Fenglan.

Fenglan cast a method to hide the sharp cone, only to see the little boy slowly stand up, his hands rubbing a lump of mud-like black substance.

The little boy sensed the presence of the Terrans on the other side, and at this moment, a spiral vortex rose on his back.

Suddenly, the little boy grew smaller and disappeared into the spiral whirlpool.

The black clouds quickly dispersed.

Fenglan remained stupidly in the air, and a moment later Edgeworth hit the ground.

"Like 'withering'?"

The immortal in the cloud muttered to himself suspiciously, and his expression was particularly worried.

"Senior, what 'withering'?"

Feng Lan didn't understand it at all.

Could it be that kind of black cloud can be called "withering"?

Feng Lan saw it with his own eyes, formed by the mud emanating from the hands of the little boy with golden eyes.

People who have never seen it look no different from ordinary black clouds.

The expression of the immortal in the cloud can already show that this black cloud is extraordinary and has a great origin.

"If it's really 'withering', it can only be a 'soul mud' that can only be driven by the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, which can be formed.

Ten thousand years ago, the Terrans defeated the Demon Race, and it was because of a mysterious Terran who destroyed the "Soul Mud" so that the Heavenly Demon Emperor could not cast a spell to "wither".

Otherwise, how could the human race prevail over the Heavenly Demon Clan, who was born to penetrate the heavens and the earth?"

Jia Yucong said in a deep voice.

This guy has a seriousness on his face that has never appeared before.

"The so-called 'withering' is any weapon form that contains the 'conquering element' of the Heavenly Dao.

Black clouds soaked in ink can also be transformed into powerful weapons that live with heaven and earth.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Heavenly Demon Clan regards itself as a descendant of God and a chosen one."

Jia Yucong pondered and asked, "Have you seen anything unusual?"

"Nope

Yes." Feng Lan naturally said, "There is a pitch-black and thick black cloud in the depths of the black cloud, and it is impossible to get close."

Feng Lanxin said: Could it be that the little boy with golden eyes is a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Emperor?

In the snowy region, how could there be a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Emperor?

The Terran classics clearly record that the elite of the Heavenly Demon Clan who fled escaped from the secret passage deep in the Xuanyuan Mountain Range.

The Nine Saints joined forces, but none of them opened the secret passage seal.

The only way to do this is to seal that space with a more powerful circle.

This strange thing is full of complications.

Jia Yucong said: "It's better not to be really 'withering'. Otherwise, it will be a harbinger of the comeback of the demon race, and the human race will face an unprecedented catastrophe."

"In the past, the Heavenly Demon Clan in the north was completely killed, and the location where the Demon Clan fled was in the Xuanyuan Mountain Range." Feng Lan questioned, "How can you appear in the snowy region?"

"Today, in this world, the demon race is far more familiar than the human race.

The demon race's various heavenly demon secret methods are far stronger than the human race's Dao magic powers.

Even if the descendants of the Nine Saints guard the four poles, I am afraid that they will not be able to do it well, and it will be difficult to be thorough.

What's more, in this world, there are still strong Heavenly Demon Clans like the Six-Tails and Seven-Tails."

Yun Zhongxian's face was solemn, and there was no joke at all.

Feng Lan heard his voice, hoping that the Six Tails could confirm whether it was the real withering of the demon clan, but he didn't know that Feng Lan had a definite answer.

The six tails and seven tails stood behind Feng Lan, bowing their heads slightly, without saying a word.

It seems that they already have the answer.

"Could it be that the Terrans still maintain some kind of mysterious connection with the Demon Clan?"

Feng Lan asked in reverse.

This happened in the snowy region, and the first responsibility naturally fell on the Heavenly Sword Sect guarding the North Pole.

According to the Nine Saints Covenant, it is necessary for the Heavenly Sword Sect to find out the truth and make the truth public.

Qi Hongxue and the others of the Heavenly Sword Sect had embarrassed expressions.

This time, if it weren't for Fenglan Town, there would be no chaos in the snowy region, and the face of the Heavenly Sword Sect would be gone.

"The Nine Saints unanimously agreed that the direction in which the demon clan is most likely to return should be at sea.

Therefore, the strongest immortal monarch at that time went to the barren land, established a mountain gate in the embers deep sea, and guarded the sea.

The northern snowy region is considered the most unlikely direction.

The two female saints, Qi and Lu, were unwilling to be entangled between the two tense confrontation forces headed by the Yuan Sage and the Immortal Monarch, so they chose to travel north and go to the Snow Valley to open the mountain gate.

In addition, according to the Nine Saints Covenant, if the demon clan really makes a comeback, it is never the responsibility of that family to go all out unconditionally.

After all, no one can really be sure that the demon clan will come back from that direction."

Yun Zhongxian shook his head lightly and sighed, "I hope it doesn't wither. Otherwise, your generation will be in great trouble."

Yuan Xuanji snorted coldly: "Some people even protect the demon clan, I really don't know what kind of evil intentions are hidden."

Fenglan ignored it and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The news will definitely be transmitted back to the sect in time.

Right now, it is necessary to make a quick decision, return to the sect as soon as possible, and wait for the new deployment of Wuzheng.

The most ferocious attack of the Terran monks began.

The squad led by Feng Lan soon became the most prominent part, like a sharp arrow shooting straight into the heart of the enemy.

When the attack approached the Demon Cave, the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent, and the sunlight dimmed.

Yun Zhongxian pointed to the snow-capped mountains in front of the left side of the Demon Cave, and said in a deep voice, "That evil beast is still sleeping. Now is the time to break through the Demon Cave."

Yun Zhongxian signaled that Fenglan was approaching, attached more than ten sentences, and said, "It's only up to you, destroy it."

Fenglan told the three deputy alliance leaders to discuss the overall situation together.

He decisively entered the Demon Cave, followed a winding serpentine path, and soon came to a cloud of blood mist.

"The Gate of Blood Refining?"

Fenglan whispered, slowly approaching.

Passing through this gate and reaching the goal is the only shortcut.

Yun Zhongxian was sure that Fenglan's Archmage bloodline would not be affected by this treacherous gate.

"Storm!"

Feng Lan's right foot had just stepped into the blood mist, and before he could hit the ground, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

Feng Lan didn't have time to react, he was shrouded by the mysterious whirlpool of void power, and from the outside, the whole person was infinitely twisted and deformed, turning into a mass of nothingness, and inside he only felt that the power shrouded in his body was shrinking, and he was tied up like a rope lock.

Feng Lan recited the "Mountains and Rivers Formula", and an oriental fish white slowly rose in the depths of his mind.

In the cracks in the space of Dongfang Yubai, there is a strong breath of life that continues to exude.

Fenglan seems to be able to directly obtain the blessing of vitality, relax physically and mentally, go with the flow, and slowly loosen the power shrouded in the body.

"Storm!"

Once again, he heard someone shouting to him, and he was able to turn his head and look around.

Lu Xiangling stood two feet away, beads of sweat flowing from her face.

"Original...... Black Cloud ...... It's really "zeroing." Lu Xiangling was about to cry, "The gate of blood refining is a secret seal of the demon clan, and only the power of withering can pass through."

"I was fooled." Feng Lan smiled easily, "If you come, you will be safe."

Feng Lan walked into the blood mist, and in front of him were countless void rifts.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in a crack, squinting and smiling.

"Sun You?"

"Hey, hey!" The face smiled easily and said in a real voice, "Mengqi, is she okay?"

"She's fine." Feng Lan replied, and asked, "Brother, where are you?"

"Waste."

An abrupt curse came from another rift.

Feng Lan immediately looked over.

A fat man in a silver python robe, with a large silver pipe in his mouth, his face full of anger, looking straight at the wind.

"If you rely on you, it will take hundreds of millions of years."

"Are you the corpse in the cabin?"

Feng Lan thought about it, but then said it.

"Damn", why aren't you dead yet? Here, your lifespan should quickly dry up."

After hearing this, Feng Lan smiled knowingly, and realized in his heart: It turns out that the life force emanating from the cracks of Dongfang Yubai can give him another life here. Well, he didn't die in the withering of the golden-eyed boy, probably for the same reason.

Feng Lan asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Feng Lan to dare to call him that, and said unhappily, "Di Renjie."

"The famous Emperor of the ages?"

"I'm a fan of his."

Feng Lan was stunned, and his brows were furrowed.

What is all this?

It's a bit of a mess.

"Cabin, what's going on? How did you die there?"

"Well, it's too smart. After I killed the captain, I sailed into a sea of black clouds, and it was as if it had sunk directly to the bottom of the sea. Then, it becomes what you see."

"Withered?"

"Never trust any of the captain's promises. Forever."

The fat man made a triumphant gesture towards Fenglan.

Rouran, in another crack, there was an aura of anger and madness.

Fenglan's attention was diverted, and he saw all the people he had killed, gathered together.

Fenglan seemed to be infused by some kind of power, his soul fell into chaos, and familiar voices came from his ears.

It was as if those people were passing through the void rift and asking for their lives.

The question is, what exactly is this place?

Why all those who died, wait for themselves here, talk to themselves here.

Fenglan's physical body was in infinite nothingness, and only the side of the octagonal magic weapon gradually lit up with a faint white light.

Feng Lan couldn't feel anything, and his left hand seemed to be clutching a straw, which was the faint white

Light.

He clung desperately, his body without any strength, and his chaotic consciousness seemed to demonize him.

"My first mate, believe me, or do you believe in him?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Feng Lan exerted all his strength, as if breaking several chains, and used his last strength to take out the bronze disc.

Suddenly, a vertical pupil appeared in front of him.

In the depths of the vertical pupils, a huge ship was slowly rising into the air.

Fenglan actually felt that he was rising into the air.