The Empty Netherworld Ink Beast that was approaching Ling Feng and the others, with a face like a wolf, a tiger, a single horn on its head, a body of more than ten zhang long, and a body full of hideous bone spurs, looked particularly fierce, but at the same time as being fierce, the other party seemed to be very relaxed, the wisdom of the ink beast was low, compared with humans and demon beasts entering the Dao realm, the wisdom of the ink beast was at least much higher than that of ordinary beasts, and it could naturally be seen that the strength of the two intruders in front of him was not comparable to him at all, just like a lion treating a weak rabbit, but he obviously didn't want to be like a lion in the mortal world, and the rabbit also used all his strength, but treated these two people with a mood similar to entertainment。

"Brother Kaede...... We seem to be really unlucky. "Murong Yun is worthy of being Murong Yun, he can afford to joke no matter what the situation.

"What's more, there is also the beast tide and phantom array caused by the sudden change in the ink ridge, and finally waited for the beast tide to dissipate, and as soon as we came out, we met the ink beast of the empty underworld, we are really not ordinary unlucky. With Ling Feng's original character, he would definitely not make such a joke in this situation, but as the so-called close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, and Murong Yun has been together for a long time, Ling Feng's personality has also undergone some changes, but no matter how the two of them joke, they will not joke with their lives, both of them are ready to deal with the sudden attack of the ink beast at any time, this crisis is not comparable to the interception and killing along the way from Tianxing City, no matter how demonic Ling Feng and Murong Yun are, they are only cultivating in the Dao Realm, and the huge gap between the Dao Realm and the Empty Netherworld Realm is still impossible to cross easily, maybe there are very few people who can compare with them in the Dao RealmBut if the opponent is the Void Underworld, then the situation can be reversed.

The Empty Netherworld Ink Beast didn't seem to be in a hurry to fight with Ling Feng and the others, and when they got close to Ling Feng and them, the Ink Beast no longer advanced, but began to circle around Ling Feng and Murong Yun, it seemed that they might attack at any time, and Ling Feng and they didn't dare to act rashly, when facing an opponent whose realm was far beyond their own, it was actually not a good idea to attack first.

The ink beast was so indifferent, it circled around the two of them three times, and when it came to the fourth circle, the aura of the ink beast's body changed, the evil qi converged, the claws were raised, and a black evil wind swept in, and the target was ...... Murong Yun!

Murong Yun naturally would not sit still, with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, a purple demonic wind converged from the void, collided with the evil wind, and finally turned into green smoke at the same time, and the Empty Underworld Ink Beast saw this gap, jumped in shape, and pounced directly on Murong Yun, you know, this ink beast's body is already more than ten zhang long, and the distance between him and Ling Feng and Murong Yun is only ten zhang, just a slight movement, the figure flashed, the speed was suffocating, and the claws were raised violently, like a black cloud covering the heads of the two, this blow was not only aimed at Murong Yun, but wanted to get rid of Ling Feng as well, but fortunately, the two of them were not general, Murong Yun held the law with his hand, The Ten Zhangs Demon Shadow appeared behind him, and he resisted this claw, and Ling Feng took this opportunity to directly flash the range covered by the claws of this ink beast, the true power of chaos gushed, and a punch with the power of chaos smashed on the head of the ink beast, the ink beast was in pain and let go of its claws, but Ling Feng's punch did not cause much damage to it, it was better to say that there was no damage at all, not even the epidermis was broken.

"It's a little too thick. Ling Feng was annoyed, he didn't spare his hand for this blow, he used a lot of strength, but in the end, he couldn't even break the skin of the other party, and the flesh of this ink beast was too terrifying.

"Roar!" The ink beast roared, although Ling Feng's blow failed to hurt him, it successfully angered him, not aimed at Murong Yun, turned to face Ling Feng, and at the same time grabbed down with one claw, bringing a gust of fishy wind, the speed even exceeded Ling Feng's reaction limit, Ling Feng could only subconsciously protect most parts of his body as much as possible, and at the same time condensed into a layer of chaos shield, and then, this claw descended on Ling Feng's body, like a ball flying, Ling Feng was violently knocked out, falling directly to the bottom of the river, life and death do not know.

"Brother Feng!" Murong Yun couldn't pull out to find Ling Feng, because after the ink beast slapped Ling Feng away, he quickly turned around to deal with Murong Yun, and the offensive was obviously much stronger, obviously Ling Feng's blow had angered this ink beast in the Empty Netherworld, and he no longer faced the two of them with the mentality of playing, but exerted all his strength, making it difficult for Murong Yun to deal with for a while, and the form was precarious.

"Do you want to force me to use which?" Murong Yun's pupils flashed fiercely, but he still didn't use the so-called "thing" in his mouth and chose to continue to resist.

At the same time, in the middle of the river, in the pitch-black waters, Ling Feng was sitting cross-legged between the currents, his blood and qi were scattered, Ling Feng's right arm had three extremely hideous and terrifying wounds, deep to the bone, almost tearing off Ling Feng's entire right hand, this is not bad, thanks to Ling Feng's body is not ordinarily strong, otherwise it would have been torn into several pieces by this blow.

Fortunately, the Holy Blood not only endowed Ling Feng with a powerful **, but also had a terrifying self-healing ability, coupled with the strong vitality of the Dao Realm cultivator himself, this injury was not enough to make Ling Feng lose his combat effectiveness, and under the continuous catalysis of Ling Feng's true power, the wound had begun to heal at a considerable speed.

"But this hand won't be used for the time being. Ling Feng looked at his right arm, after all, this kind of injury was too terrifying, unless he fully activated the power of the Holy Blood or took a miraculous medicine of the level such as "Soul Liquid", this right hand would not be able to exert much combat power for the time being.

"This ink beast, its strength is really terrifying. "Since Ling Feng stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he had never been beaten by anyone in such a miserable way, because Ling Feng had never fought against an Empty Netherworld Cultivator before, so it was still unclear what kind of combat power this ink beast had, but according to Ling Feng's speculation, it was at least the middle stage of the Void Netherworld, but it was definitely not up to the level of the Purple Condensation Daoist and Tianxuanzi, if it was a powerhouse of that level, it would be impossible for him to survive the blow just now.

It took about two minutes for the wound on Ling Feng's right arm to heal completely, at least on the surface, there was no problem to see, Ling Feng looked up at the extremely dark water surface, and said, "I don't know how Brother Murong is doing now." "