In the cold and gloomy Wutian Castle, Ji Fei stood in a daze, he didn't expect that there would be such an ending now.

Wutian's death actually gave him the power of the entire Wutian Fort.

In the empty hall, Ji Fei thought for a long time.

At this moment, the dense Wutianbao killers slowly flew from all directions of the Death Swamp.

"Wutian, what do you mean by this?"

Ji Fei muttered to himself, and with a bang, the chair that Wutian had walked on earlier cracked, turning into a cloud of dust, crunching, the ground stone slabs undulated, and a cold and black chair of power slowly appeared in the main hall of Wutianbao.

Ji Fei's hand slowly rubbed against the power chair, feeling the desolation and coldness on it.

On the seat, there is a black killing manual, Ji Fei's consciousness moved, and there was a bang, this booklet, windless automatic, there were names on it, all of them were shili of Wutianbao.

The muscles on Ji Fei's face moved fiercely.

He still underestimated the underground organization of Wutianbao!

Many suzerains, city lords...... They all have a close connection with Wutianbao, and they can be said to be the people of Wutianbao.

Ji Fei looked at it for a moment, and his eyes focused on a black gold mask and scepter on top of Ugin chair.

The expression on the mask seems to be smiling but not smiling, as if crying but not crying, which is very weird.

Ji Fei's expression moved, "Is this a symbol of the power of Wutianbao......?"

These three magic weapons, in Wutian Fort, symbolic significance, extraordinary!

A piece of jade slip, lying quietly on the Wujin chair, was left by Wutian to Ji Fei.

It seems that he has calculated everything.

Ji Fei's divine sense swept away, glanced at the jade slip, and then crushed it.

"Wutian Fort is the most suitable place for you..."After the jade slip broke, the voice of Wutian came out.

"Ten Yin Body, you will definitely belong to the darkness, and the Wutian Fort that the old man considers for you is the best foundation for you!"

"This is not only for you, but also for the future of my Wutian Fort, Wutian Fort is in your hands, there is a future!"

...

There are a lot of words left by Wu Tian, and it is obvious that the old man has been thinking about this matter for a long time.

"Cultivator, Mu Shi is also hearty, your weakness, love, if you don't break the relationship for a day, I'm afraid your cultivation will never be able to break through the late Yuan Infant stage!"

The words of the old man Zuihou of Wutian buzzed like thunder in Ji Fei's mind.

Cultivators, wood and stone are also hearty!

Not to mention that cultivators must be ruthless when they die in the twilight of life... Let's say that if Ji Fei wants to go further on the road of Xiuzhen, then his longevity will far exceed that of several of his confidants, so that one day, Ji Fei will have to face their aging and death.

There is some truth in what Wu Tian said.

Has Xiuzhen finally taken this step?

Ji Fei muttered to himself, pacing and melancholy.

Inside Wutian Fort, it is gloomy and cold.

He gently picked up the ruthless mask and slowly put it on his face, and the whole person was immediately surrounded by an incomparably mysterious color.

Ji Fei held the killer's scepter in his hand and slowly sat down on the Ugin chair.

"From today onwards, I am a generation of killer supreme, Yin Si!"

A low voice slowly resounded in Wutian Castle, and then rumbled like thunder, sweeping through the entire Death Swamp.

"Our Wutianbao killers, swear allegiance to the Lord of the Yin Division, liver and brain, and do not hesitate-"

Under Wutian Castle, tens of thousands of killers sat on the ground and half-knelt, all wearing cold black masks on their heads, and roared in a low voice, resounding like thunder throughout Wutian Fort and the Death Swamp.

At this moment, in Wutian Castle, a killer black robe came with the wind and draped behind Ji Fei, and since then, the generation of killer supreme, the lord of the Yin Division, was born!

Ji Fei only revealed a pair of sharp eyes, he held the killer scepter in his hand, wearing a ruthless mask, and slowly walked towards the gate of Wutian Fort, where tens of thousands of killers were kneeling.

"Wutian is dead, I am a new generation of killer supreme, the lord of the underworld. ”

Ji Fei held the scepter in his hand and slowly raised it.

After looking around, he said softly: "But there are those who are not convinced, and they must be raised!"

Under Wutian Fort, there was silence.

"Wait, don't dare to go against the old castle master's will!"

One humanity, to put it simply, is the kneeling of the mountain and the tsunami.

Ji Fei raised his head and glanced at the dark fog in the Swamp of Death.

It seems to be heralding something...

"Wutianbao, where will it go in my hands?" Ji Fei muttered to himself, silent.

...... Until now, Ji Fei still didn't understand whether Wutian's plan was just for the future of Wutian Castle?

Ji Fei went to Beiyuan Wutian Fort and wanted to kill Wutian, but he didn't expect Wutian to die in his hands, but since then, he has settled in Wutian Fort and become a generation of killer supreme.

......

Half a month later, a message swept through the sea like a storm.

In the city of death, in a tavern, the monks come and go, and the highest cultivation is only in the late stage of foundation building.

These monks are at the bottom of the cultivation, but they are also at ease.

"Hmm, have you heard about it--the generation of killer Supreme Wutian has died, and now Wutian Fort has changed owners!" said one of them.

There was a person sitting opposite him, and he was stunned when he heard this, "Brother Dao is joking, right? I heard that the old man of Wutian is one of the best masters in the late stage of my Cangming Sea Yuan Infant, and he is by no means comparable to the power of the ordinary late stage, how could he die and disappear?"

"Alas, the most ruthless person is nothing more than time, you don't see the water of the great river coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning......" this humane.

"You mean... A generation of killer supremes left like this, turning into a blank of loess?" The man's eyes widened and he sighed.

Those who are as strong as the black sky have not turned into a billet of loess.

"Alas!" the man shook his head, "If it had been 10,000 years ago, with Wutian's talent, I'm afraid that Xiuwei would have stepped out of the late Yuan Infant stage and stepped into that more unfathomable layer...... It's a pity, now it is said to be the end of the Dharma era of cultivation, this matter is quite mysterious, and it seems to have a certain connection with foreign monks......"

......

"The end of the law?" Ji Fei drank a glass of rice wine, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now his cultivation has already entered the early stage of the Yuan Infant stage, but unfortunately he still has no chance to go further.

Ever since he took over Wutianbao, it had been like this.

Even if Ji Fei became the master of Wutian Castle, his focus could not be on Wutian Castle, and Ji Fei did not change the system set up by Wutian in the slightest.

Just like when Wutian was there, Wutian Fort did not change in the slightest, and it became, that is, Wutian became Jifei.

Even so, the name of the Lord of the Yin Division still spread throughout the entire Cangming Sea!

This made Ji Fei, who was low-key, feel very helpless.

"Lord of the Yin Division", these four words are not available to ordinary monks, just from these four words, some powerful monks can see who the master of this Wutian Fort will be.

You must know that in ancient times, the master of a generation of Yin Si was the master of the ten yin bodies!

This has to make those who have a heart guess whether the current master of the Yin Division is the body of the Ten Yin of the Cangming Sea.

For Wutian Fort, Ji Fei gave all the killers in the organization the freedom they deserved, following the control system handed down by Wutian.

In this way, Ji Fei became the shopkeeper.

No one knows his identity...

After drinking for a while, Ji Fei's figure disappeared in place.

The two juniors who were drinking on the side of the foundation building period suddenly looked shocked, after all, they inadvertently, as if they could see through his oblique corner, there seemed to be a young man, sitting there drinking.

But this is gone in a blink of an eye.

Although the two of them were surprised by this, they did not take it to heart.

......

Ji Fei stepped out of the tavern, walked along the Qingshui River in the city of Yancheng, and walked towards the Qianjin Yixiao Building.

Nowadays, everything is wrong.

I still remember that when Ji Fei led the butterfly and the red smoke, he came out of the Qianjin Yixiao Building and came to the pig killing alley on the other side of the Qingshui River.

It's just, hundreds of years!

The death of the butterfly inevitably made Ji Fei very melancholy.

"Back then, if it weren't for the deputy owner of the Qianjin Yixiao Building and the Kui Bitter Force, how could Hua Die leave this place, and how could she die..."

Ji Fei held a sachet embroidered with the word "butterfly" tightly in his hand, exuding a faint fragrance, as if a butterfly was standing in front of Ji Fei.

"If it weren't for that, how could you die and leave me?"

Ji Fei put the sachet under his nose and sniffed it gently, as if he felt those crazy times!

"Hua Die, the humiliation you received in the hands of He Kui, I will make him repay it a hundred times today!"

Ji Fei's eyes burst with a fierce light.

He has cultivated all his life, for love and righteousness, and has been running around in every way, but he is still responsible for a lifetime.

...

Ji Fei walked very slowly, but he didn't expect him to return to the Dead City so quickly.

After walking for a few breaths, a figure broke into Ji Fei's eyes, this person was extremely careful, sneaky, and entered the Qianjin Yixiao Building.

Looking at this familiar back, Ji Fei frowned.

"He didn't stay in the Yellow Sect, why did he come here?"

The person Ji Fei said was the great elder of the Yellow Sect back then, Rege.