In front of me is a strange world, the sky is gray and black, as if there is no brilliance.

The ground beneath your feet is made of gravel.

But these gravels are bright red, and the red is dazzling, in sharp contrast with the dark sky.

At a glance, the endless bright red sand makes people feel inexplicable heart palpitations and panic.

As soon as Han Feng stepped into the first level of heaven and earth, he felt a discomfort in his heart and his whole body was terrified.

It is worthy of being the place where the ancient demon is sealed. This weird atmosphere alone is scary enough.

Han Feng endured the uneasiness in his heart and looked around, trying to find the big demon with a trace of the blood of the ancient mythical beast "Jian".

However, the surroundings were empty and dead, as if there were no living creatures.

Just when Han Feng was a little confused.

"Ding ding ding..."

Several sounds came from behind, as clear and crisp as the sound of jade beads colliding.

Han Feng was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a strange scene.

What he saw behind him was the empty sand.

An old man with a body as skinny as a withered bone appeared unexpectedly.

The old man's clothes were in tatters, exposing his rugged back. His gray hair was like weeds, casually spread behind his head. His right sleeve was empty, and he was actually missing a right arm.

Moreover, the old man was kneeling on the sand at this moment, using his only left hand.

He held a blood-red ball the size of a pigeon egg, looked at another blood-red ball on the sand not far in front of him, and flicked it with his finger.

The ball flew out of the hand, fell in a parabola, and hit another blood-colored ball, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The old man let out a satisfied laugh, took out a blood-colored ball from his sleeve, and continued to aim.

"Fuck...!"

Seeing this scene, the strange feeling in Han Feng's heart that had just been exaggerated disappeared in an instant.

I thought to myself, this old man appeared out of nowhere and was playing marbles on the sand.

As if aware of Han Feng's gaze, the old man did not pop out the second marble.

Instead, he slowly turned his head and looked at Han Feng.

I saw that the old man's face was as withered as tree bark and covered with wrinkles.

Moreover, the left eye socket was dark and there was no eyeball, only a cloudy right eye.

"hiss……!"

Han Feng was slightly surprised. The image of this old man was really impressive.

When the old man saw Han Feng, his face was still expressionless. When he saw Xian'er beside Han Feng.

The turbid right eye flashed with light, and his expression seemed to be a little fearful.

He frowned and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound in his throat.

"What are you doing here?"

Xian'er's expression remained normal and she looked at Han Fengdao.

"He is the new owner of the Demon Refining Pot, and he wants to see you for something."

"New owner!"

The old man's pupils shrank and he stared at Han Feng.

After a while, the old man let out a hoarse, strange laugh.

"Hehe... No wonder I feel that the seal of the Demon Refining Pot seems to have become much weaker recently. It turns out that guy has died!" Xian'er said calmly.

"Even if the master dies, you cannot break the seal in the Demon Refining Pot now."

The old man smiled noncommittally, then leaned over and picked up the two blood-colored beads on the sand.

Then he slowly stood up and walked towards Han Feng and the other two.

When he got up, Han Feng discovered that the old man was walking with a limp and was actually a lame.

Moreover, the old man's body was so thin that it seemed like only the skeleton of a leather bag was left in his body.

It's swaying as if a gust of wind could blow it over.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't help but cast strange eyes on Xian'er.

"Xian'er, he...he is the big demon you said, who inherited a trace of the blood of ancient beasts?"

Xian'er blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded.

"yes."

Han Feng's face suddenly turned dark, and the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling like he was being treated as "mentally retarded."

Shouldn't a great demon with the bloodline of ancient mythical beasts be bound by countless iron chains as thick as buckets, capable of covering the sky and the sun at every turn, and causing the earth to shake with a roar?

You actually told me that the blind, broken-armed, lame old man in front of me... half-body buried in the ground is an invincible super demon at the same level?

Han Feng felt that his world view had collapsed.

Are all the great demons like this now? If the other demons in the eighth heaven are similar to the old man in front of him, Han Feng wants to shout to them.

"I want to hit ten!"

At this time, the old man had already arrived in front of the two of them, and his cloudy single eye looked up and down at Han Feng.

The old man took the initiative and asked.

"Little doll, what's your name?"

"Uh...my name is Han Feng."

Although after seeing the true appearance of this big demon, Han Feng felt disillusioned.

But out of politeness, I responded anyway.

The old man nodded and said.

"Well, my name is "Yin Zun", what do you want from me?"

"Silver Lord."

Han Fengxin said that this name is quite stylish, but it's a pity...

He hesitated in his heart whether to explain his purpose.

After all, looking at the other party's appearance, it is probably difficult for him to survive this winter.

However, before Han Feng could speak, Yin Zun stared at Han Feng's one eye, and suddenly a faint light flashed.

Immediately he shook his head and said.

"I was born with broken veins, and my muscles and bones are still so weak. It seems that someone has given me a chronic poison that has penetrated into my bone marrow.

Tsk tsk...little baby, with your qualifications, you should be considered the most rubbish among the previous owners of the Demon Refining Pot."

"Holy shit...!"

When Han Feng heard this, he immediately had the urge to explode.

I was mercilessly despised by an old man who was so "impaired" that he couldn't even walk steadily.

Han Fengxin said, if it wasn't for your old age, I would have brought you down in a minute, believe it or not.

As if he noticed a trace of dissatisfaction in Han Feng's eyes, the old man laughed dryly and said.

"Looking at your situation, you probably want to ask me for advice on body-refining techniques to quickly improve your strength and expel toxins from your body at the same time, right?"

Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but change his face slightly.

The other party actually guessed the purpose of his visit with just one sentence.

Think back to what the other person just said.

"He is born with crippled veins, weak muscles and bones, and poison penetrates into the bone marrow." All of them are correct.

From the beginning to the end, the old man just glanced at himself.

Han Feng was a little surprised and wondered, is this old man the type who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?

Suspicious, Han Feng nodded.

"Yes, this junior has encountered some troubles in his practice now, and I would like to ask the old gentleman for some advice."

Han Feng has a smile on his face and a great attitude.

However, Yin Zun waved his hand and said.

"Guide me... I'm not interested, your talent is too rubbish, I don't want to waste my time teaching you.

Besides, you are the master of the Demon Refining Pot, and you have become stronger, which will not do me any good."
To be continued...