"Fork the road? Why does this happen suddenly? Do you know the cat demon?"

Ye Feng frowned and asked out the doubts in his heart.

The cat demon entered this Rakshasa Sect eight times and was considered an experienced senior. At this moment, he shook his head helplessly: "This is actually a space guarded by the Rakshasa Sect. Although I have entered this place many times, I have not understood some of the mysteries. This jade road surface is originally a road leading to another space. As for why there is a fork in the road, I don't know. If it really doesn't work, you just choose a path to walk. Anyway, I have lived for so long and have never seen any road that I can't walk."

Ye Feng thought about it and found that it made sense. Since you can walk out of this ghost place on every road, just walk it casually.

Just as Ye Feng was about to walk forward, a calm and vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded from all directions.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone could walk such a long road, a whole ten thousand miles. I thought I had only walked nine thousand miles,"

"who?"

Ye Feng's heart sterned and turned around and shouted.

The cat demon seemed to smell some danger and stood up like needles.

"The interesting little guy didn't expect to stop alert" sounded again: "But it's useless for you to stay here, it's already lost its value to you. Now you can take this and leave here."

A red light flashed across the sky and fell in front of Ye Feng.

"Is this? Rakshasa?"

Ye Feng looked at the thing in front of him, which looked like an evil ghost, and immediately thought of the Rakshasa Sect that was nine feet high in the Rakshasa ghost land. This is just a smaller version of the Rakshasa Sect in front of him.

"Yes, it's Rakshasa Sect. After so many years, I finally sent out the ninth Rakshasa Sect," a calm voice suddenly showed a slight fluctuation.

Nine pieces?

Ye Feng seemed a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the Rakshasa Sect had nine more pieces except for the one in his hand.

"Who is the senior? Why do you appear in this Rakshasa Ghost Sect? Could it be that the senior is the Rakshasa Taoist of the 100,000 young Qingmu Sect?"

"A hundred thousand years ago, Rakshasa Taoist?" The voice suddenly changed, with a little madness; "The old man Rakshasa has enslaved me for a total of 100,000 years, a total of 100,000 years, hahahaha, but I have sent the ninth fast Rakshasa Sect to this space, and I can no longer suppress me. I want to go out, I want to go out, Rakshasa is actually a disciple of the Qingmu Sect. I want to waste the Qingmu Sect on this planet to avenge my imprisonment for 100,000 years."

There were roars coming from all directions, with a huge murderous intent, which could be seen almost with the naked eye.

"What, the master of this voice has been trapped in this Rakshasa ghost land for a total of 100,000 years. Wouldn't that mean that this is a strong man in the first stage of the Rakshasa Taoist? And if this person can survive from 100,000 years ago to the present, his cultivation level is absolutely unfathomable."

Ye Feng felt a little chilled on his scalp.

The strength and lifespan of a cultivator are proportional to the lifespan. The Golden Elixir Stage is 500 more lifespan, and the Nascent Soul Lifespan increases by 3,000 times, but these lifespans do not even have one tenth of a tenth for 100,000 years. Even if you are not an immortal, you are about to become an immortal.

And what does the immortal represent in the world of immortal cultivation?

Invincible, immortality, and other gorgeous words can be applied.

Not to mention that Ye Feng's strength in the foundation-building stage can only look up to the immortals, even the palace masters in the Qingmu Sect and the peak masters can only look up to them.

"I don't have time to talk to you, the little guy, so I'll send you out first."

The roaring sound suddenly stopped, and then the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed and a huge vortex took shape in an instant.

Before Ye Feng could react, the powerful suction power came to him.

"Chuyang, hurry up, hug me."

"Husband!"

Chu Yang was frightened and turned around and shrank into Ye Feng's arms. Then he immediately felt a powerful arm wrapped around him.

A dizzy twist.

Ye Feng felt that his spirit fell into darkness, and then his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

As Ye Feng disappeared, the huge vortex in the sky calmed down instantly. In just two breaths, the sky returned to normal again. All the previous visions disappeared, and even the sudden sound became silent.

The remains of millions of monks are located on the endless plain, but the remains at the end of this plain seem extremely special.

It is not so much a remains as a human being.

The golden rune coat looked elegant and luxurious, with black and white hair hanging down to cover her face. Her slender figure showed that this person should be a man. However, at this time, the man with no breath was locked in his limbs and bones by nine cold irons that exuded a cold air. From a distance, he looked like he was wrapped in countless large chains.

"Crack, Crack, Crack"

Suddenly, a series of tight chains sounded.

"Crazy"

A huge chain suddenly broke and slipped down.

At the source of this huge chain is a nine-meter-high Rakshasa Ghost Sect.

"The ninth Rakshasa Sect has been taken away. These ninety-nine eighty-one billion-haha iron chains can no longer lock me. Nine, no, there are only eight now. After I break these eight, I will be able to go out of this ghost place. Hahaha, old man Rakshasa, you have tried your best to protect the Taoist throne for you. On the day I go out, I will completely destroy your space and let your Taoist throne disappear completely from the world. Then I will kill back to the cultivation world, meet the immortals and slaughter the immortals, meet the demons and kill demons, and wash the cultivation world with blood. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The man with no breath suddenly surged out a force that was shaking the sky and the earth. The iron chains wrapped around him made a series of sounds of gold and iron colliding. When this force reached a critical point, eight iron chains that emitted dazzling cold light suddenly tightened, pressing back the force that was about to gush out.

———

"Do you think Ye Feng can come out of this Rakshasa Sect? It's almost nine days. I think he can't get out, and he's lost in the endless darkness."

Yin Luo's qualifications are indeed extraordinary, but he was the one who walked out of the Rakshasa Sect after Luo Zihou, Bu Qingyun and Shui Xinlan.

"I don't think so. With Ye Feng's qualifications, he would never think of those mediocre people trapped inside and out. Besides, the Rakshasa Sect is strange and changeable. Ye Feng may encounter some special situations inside. Let's wait a few days. It is important to know that if we lose one person, we will lose one point of strength. The chance of passing through this level in the previous level is a little smaller."

Bu Qingyun sat cross-legged on a stubborn stone, and a woman in green who was in the ninth floor of Qi training stood beside him.

"Yes, what Mr. Bu said makes sense. Ye Feng is indeed extraordinary. Although we are all newcomers selected by the major forces of the Qingmu Sect, and their qualifications and power are far higher than those of the same level, Ye Feng is an alternative, and his means are not inferior to us at all. What's more important is that there is no background in the power behind this person, and he is completely dependent on his own hard practice. If such a person is easily trapped in this Rakshasa Sect, Xinlan will not believe it."

Shui Xinlan shook her head slightly and denied Yin Luo's idea.

"Hmph, why do you all look down on this person so much after spending a few hours with Ye Feng? Even if he defeated the cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage with his Qi Training Stage's cultivation level, it cannot be said that this person is qualified to be comparable to us." Yin Luo hummed slightly and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Bu Qingyun and Shui Xinlan looked at each other and smiled, expressing helplessness.

"You'd better not underestimate the heroes of the world, otherwise you will suffer sooner or later. Do you know that among the previous group of disciples, there is a guy who has no background and has a strong force that makes people laugh and proud by relying on their own hard work?"

Luo Zihou narrowed his eyes and stared at the nine-foot-tall Rakshasa Sect in front of him. However, the Rakshasa Sect did not look outward, but protruded inward, and could only see a contour, as if it was coming to the back of the Rakshasa Sect.

"You mean that Xiao Jinghong, who has cultivated the external star Nascent Soul? He is different. He has obtained the inheritance of the ancient sword cultivation lineage. He cultivated the sword with his body naturally has great power and is very powerful."

Yin Luo said that the sword cultivator also showed a strong desire in his eyes.

"Haha, how can you be sure that Ye Feng has not received any movement?"

Luo Zihou suddenly raised his head and smiled, "It seems that the person we are waiting for has finally come out."

When everyone heard this, they looked at the huge Rakshasa Sect in unison.

"Boom"

The huge gate of the Rakshasa Sect suddenly opened out, and a huge vortex appeared out of thin air. A slightly thin figure was walking towards him.

With black hair shawls, eyes like swords, and aura is evil. This person is neither someone else nor Ye Feng.

"Cat Demon, none of these people are good at plagues. Even if you are a golden elixir monster, you should pay great attention. So don't take action if you hide it before you have to."

As soon as Ye Feng saw that he walked out, he immediately sent a voice to the cat demon.

"I understand, and I don't want the fight and killing here."

The cat demon's voice made, but its figure was missing.

Chu Yang held Ye Feng's corner of his clothes and hugged behind Ye Feng unnaturally.

"Haha, I've been delayed on the road for some time, so I've let you wait." Ye Feng walked over from a distance with an apology smile.

"It's okay, the situation in this Rakshasa Sect is very good, but Brother Ye is a few days later." Bu Qingyun replied with a smile.

"When time is tight, we won't reminisce about the past. Next, we will go to this large area of ​​Luosha village to reach the dead wood forest a hundred miles away." Luo Zihou patted his sleeves and pointed at the front.

Rakshasa Village?

Ye Feng looked into the distance and found that there were countless houses and villages at the foot of the hillside where he was, and Rakshasa, with blood-red bodies and faces like evil ghosts, wandering around in it with weapons in his hands.

"There are women here? No, the aura emitted by the women here is also the aura of Rakshasa." Ye Feng suddenly noticed that there were also many women with enchanting figures and beautiful faces in the Rakshasa.

"One of the three thousand ancient races of the Rakshasa clan is born with great strength and strong skin and thick flesh. Rakshasa men are born ugly. Women are born with beautiful appearance but are unrestrained by nature and like carnal desire. When they appear in the world of immortal cultivation, they like to pick the Yuanyang of cultivators. I don't know how many monks are addicted to the sensual desire of Rakshasa women and cannot extricate themselves from a thousand years of Taoism. This Rakshasa Taoist has obtained the bloodline of the Rakshasa clan that has disappeared for a long time, and it is actually carefully cultivated here. Unfortunately, these Rakshasa are all failed products and their bloodlines are not pure. It is said that the real Rakshasa skin is green, and here the Red Pi Rakshasa is just the lowest-class Rakshasa."

Luo Zihou seemed to know this Luosha very well.

"What are the three thousand ancient races?"

Luo Zihou looked at Ye Feng and smiled, "Ye Feng, don't you think that there is only one race in the world, we humans, then you are very wrong. The universe is endless, and humans are just small existences in this. The three thousand races are said to be a race that was formed when the universe was first opened, and it is countless years older than our humans. This Rakshasa clan is also one of the three thousand races. However, after the world changed, the three thousand races were basically dead and destroyed. Only the fragile race of humans gradually grew stronger with the ability to give birth to descendants and has developed to the point that everyone knows."

"It turns out to be like this?"

Luo Zihou's words did broaden Ye Feng's horizons. Unexpectedly, humans in this world were just one of the three thousand races, and there were more than two thousand powerful beings no less than the human race.
Chapter completed!