Night soon fell, and the dark sky pressed down on the vast snowfield. In this black and white world, everything seems to be clear.

Ye Hongfeng rarely relaxed completely, leaning on the pillow at the mouth of the ice cave and looking up at the sky. Those barbarians were also interested, and found another ice cave nearby early in the morning, leaving space for the two of them.

Liu Ruoxin sat cross-legged in the ice cave, closing her eyes and breathing the qi in her body. The monks of the Hell Hall were afraid of her strength, so they set up many seals for this, and now once she is lucky, she is only afraid that her spiritual power will riot, and her qi will be injured against the current.

In the second half of the night, everything was quiet, only the wind and snow were still howling. Ye Hongfeng sat at the entrance of the cave and meditated, and his divine consciousness naturally spread out and wandered between heaven and earth.

It is said that after the monk of the Enlightenment Realm gives birth to the primordial god, the primordial god can leave the body and travel the world. However, he perceived the heavens and the earth in the realm of foundation building, and his divine consciousness was not condensed into an entity, but in a breath, the scene on the snowfield was naturally reflected in his sea of consciousness.

It's like breathing with heaven and earth!

His aura is incomparably magnificent, which has long been known to the whole world, and it is precisely because of this that he has never entered the realm of Yudan until now.

If this sea is heaven and earth, how can it be condensed and how can it become a dan?

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Huh?" Suddenly a voice came from afar, ethereal and mysterious. This voice pierced directly through the wind and snow, echoing in his sea of consciousness, and it did not stop for a long time.

"Who?" Ye Hongfeng replied suspiciously, his whole body tensed, and he raised his eyes to look around, alert to the abnormal.

"The little doll is not bad, you can get a glimpse of the world with just the foundation realm, and the future is immeasurable. The voice sighed to itself.

"Who are you, and why did you break into my sea?"

The voice quickly fell silent, and after a long time, it said with a lot of vicissitudes: "Me...... It's just a lonely ghost who is struggling in the world, why do you need a surname? What a name?" the voice paused for a moment, "Doll, if you can come to me, I can give you a transformation, it depends on whether you have the courage to do so." ”

"Where are you, and how can I find you?" Ye Hongfeng roared in his heart, and shouted out unconsciously.

Liu Ruoxin looked at his appearance, a little worried, stepped forward, gently put her hand on his forehead, and closed her eyes to perceive.

"You...... But you had a nightmare?" she asked, hesitantly.

Ye Hongfeng waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and then looked into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

"It's coming. He spoke, draping his black robe over his body.

The barbarians not far away had already heard the noise, and before they could inquire about the cause of the incident, they looked towards the border of the snowfield under his guidance.

The wind and snow dispersed in the distance, and more than a dozen figures walked slowly.

The monks of the Hell Hall really never take revenge overnight!

They stopped dozens of steps away, and the person at the head was the "boss" who had his wrists cut off by Ye Hongfeng during the day. The "boss" walked out with a distorted face, and the severed wrist had been connected by some secret method, but the interface didn't seem to be perfect, and there was a possibility of separation at any time.

He raised his hand and pointed at Ye Hongfeng with difficulty, and scolded: "Despicable villain, you dare to sneak attack me while I am not prepared!"

The barbarians' mouths were wide open, and they looked at Ye Hongfeng with rich expressions. When will the Hellhall monks be able to speak of others as despicable?

Ye Hongfeng's face was also gloomy, but when he saw the "boss's" shaky hand, he couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Old thing, but be careful, it's windy on the snowfield, don't accidentally blow off your wrist, don't blame me when the time comes. ”

When the "boss" heard that the muscles were bursting up, he was going to take a group of monks to kill the generals. The brute cultivator didn't take a step in front of them, not giving an inch,

"Why, you brutes are so ignorant that you can't even tell friend from foe?" said the Boss, scoffing.

"The old man is a monk blessed by the ancestors, how can you slander him. You are so ashamed to speak out, could it be that you look down on my barbarian war ancestor?"

The barbarians snorted heavily, echoing his words. The Zhanzu Titan has been the belief of the barbarians for countless years, and no matter how the barbarians fall apart, their loyalty to the Zhanzu has never diminished in the slightest. And the few monks who have been blessed by the barbarians in their ancestral land are even more transcendent among the barbarians, and they do not allow any questioning and slander.

"Do you really believe that he is the one who has been blessed by the War Ancestor? The "boss" has a sense of hatred for iron and steel, but his tone is becoming more and more contemptuous.

Ye Hongfeng took a step forward and said in an unquestionable tone: "My barbarian warriors, when will it be your turn to judge the miscellaneous pieces of the Netherworld Palace?

The barbarian cultivators were also skeptical, but seeing him so sincere, and shouting the prestige of the Zhan Ancestor, they couldn't help but boil their blood.

"For the glory of Zhan Zu, kill!"

The barbarian cultivators shouted in unison, swinging their heavy fists and slamming them at the Cultivator of the Netherworld.

For a while, all kinds of spells flew, and the flesh collided with the flesh, making a dull sound. The white snow was soon covered with a layer of "red veil", and the bloody qi slowly spread from there.

"The sacred land of the Northern Plains will not allow the beasts of the Hell Hall to be defiled!"

"The glory of the ancestors lives on forever!"

He weaved through the crowd and shouted with great devotion. When the barbarian monks heard his words, the fear in their hearts was swept away, and they became more and more vigorous.

Some barbarian cultivators had been corroded and festered by the spells of the monks of the Netherworld Palace, and they were about to die, but they still stubbornly raised their fists and roared towards them. The fist was broken and the foot was broken, and the foot was broken to climb up and bite off a piece of their flesh.

Ye Hongfeng really didn't understand, it was just a few words, a name, how could these reckless men be so desperate. He didn't think deeply that it would be good if the result was in his favor, so why worry so much?

"Kill that kid, these barbarians are crazy, crazy......" Someone finally realized the problem, but before he could finish his words, he was shattered by countless fists wrapped in the power of ten thousand jun.

Seeing that there was no way out, the monks of the Netherworld Hall did not flee, but also fought for their lives.

They have always been outlaws, so there is no way back.

The barbarian cultivators and the monks of the Netherworld Hall tugged back and forth, and the corpses on the ground piled up more and more, and soon only a few people were still standing.

Some barbarian cultivators raised their fists and shouted "For the glory of Zhan Zu", and then fell straight to the ground, exhausted and died.

The "boss" propped his hands on his knees, panting, and the sweat on his face was mixed with blood.

He looked at the few barbarian cultivators who were still alive and asked, "When will the barbarian monks be like this with the human race?"

The barbarian cultivators had gradually come to their senses at this time, and they had been inspired by Ye Hongfeng before, and the blood in their bodies boiled with it, and they didn't care about anything on impulse. Now that I have calmed down, many doubts have surfaced in my mind.

However, they didn't have a chance to think about it anymore, Ye Hongfeng lifted the Nine Heavens and slashed through the throats of the barbarian cultivators one by one, ending their lives.

He stood still, turned his head, looked at the "boss", and said with a smile: "Next, it's your turn." ”