The cat demon's speed was indeed several times faster than Ye Feng. After just a dozen breaths, Ye Feng had already rushed out of the Jiuyou Yin Vein and flew towards the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

"Huh! It's finally safe,"

Ye Feng let out a long sigh, and a big stone in his heart finally fell down, but he could still clearly feel that the huge aura behind him did not disappear and calm down, but instead showed a tendency to become more and more intense, which made Ye Feng still feel a little palpitations.

"Since Ye Feng, you and I have already come out, that cat demon is leaving here, and maybe you will have a chance to see you again in the future."

The cat demon stretched lazily and combed the fur that was blown by the wind.

Ye Feng nodded; "I would like to thank you for your help this time, otherwise I will die in the journey of Jiuyou."

The cat demon didn't say anything, and his green eyes stared at Ye Feng and turned a few times, then a loud sound, and his body turned into a ray of thunder and flew towards the extreme distance.

Ye Feng felt uncomfortable when he looked at the cat demon and wanted to go. After all, Ye Feng didn't have many friends, and this cat demon was a friend of living and dying. Now he didn't know where to meet him any day.

However, Ye Feng was only melancholy for a moment and soon came to his senses.

At this time, a large number of cultivators retreating from the Nine Nether Yin Vein also flew out one after another. Not only were there cultivators from the Qingmu Sect, but also cultivators from the other two sects, but they all exuded a powerful aura and their cultivation was not weak.

Ye Feng's eyes swept over and suddenly lit up. He found a familiar figure among the crowd and immediately jumped into the sky.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect you to be dead."

Zi Yu, who was flying in the sky, frowned after hearing this familiar voice. While thinking about who it was, he saw Ye Feng's figure suddenly appear in front of him. The speed was so fast that he was surprised.

"Are you Ye Feng?"

“That’s right!”

Ye Feng's voice was quite cold. He clearly remembered that when he was in the Spirit Palace, Zhenren Yu almost killed him with his Jindan stage cultivation.

"You actually broke through from the Qi training stage to the middle stage of the Golden Pill?" Zi Yu's spiritual consciousness immediately changed.

It has only been half a year since entering the Jiuyou Yin Vein. Ye Feng can make breakthroughs in a row. The cultivation speed of condensing the golden elixir in one breath can no longer be described as fast.

"I'm just a big life, I made a breakthrough by chance." Ye Feng stared at him: "Ziyu, have you ever remembered the incident in the Spiritual Treasure Palace? I said that I could easily step you under my feet and become my stepping stone."

"Remember, of course I remember your crazy words that day, but you are young and energetic after all, and you don't know how to endure. Do you think you can defeat me with your mid-stage Golden Pill cultivation?" Ziyu Zhenren knew that he was an enemy, not a friend, and his tone became much gloomy.

"Kill you, you're against your hands"

Ye Feng sneered and pointed at Zi Yu, and the murderous intent that had been brewing for a long time vented out like a tide at this moment.

"What a huge murderous intent, which expert sent it?"

Many monks flying by the side felt this substantial murderous intent and could not help but look at the place where the murderous intent was emitting. Some monks in the Nascent Soul stage were curiously stopped at a high altitude to see what was going on.

However, what made them a little unbelievable was that this substantial murderous intent was emitted by a cultivator who was only 28 years old and had a mid-stage Jindan cultivation.

How could a monk have such a huge murderous intent without fighting?

Zhenren Ziyu felt this huge murderous intent and was shocked: "How many monks do this murderous intent need to be killed to condense?"

However, when he heard Ye Feng's lies, Zi Yu Zhenren suppressed the shock in his heart, and a sharp look appeared on his face: "Kill me backhand? You are not afraid of being able to speak. When I was practicing immortality, you didn't know that you were reincarnated in that beast. Now that I have finally turned over and become a human being, I have entered the immortal realm and should cherish it. Don't lose your life because of a moment."

Unexpectedly, Ziyu, who has always paid attention to appearance, was really good at scolding people, and he pressed on Ye Feng's head with a beast.

"Since you like to scold people so much, I will beat you and you can't scold me."

Two faint blue palms in Ye Feng's eyes were thrown out from the air.

"So fast!"

Zhenren Ziyu was shocked. He had no time to sacrifice his magic weapon and could only turn the protective qi into a secret net to protect his body.

The qi transformed by the late Jindan monks was at most at the level of a low-grade magic weapon. However, although Ye Feng's palm did not use much true energy, due to the weak water, the power of this ordinary palm should not be underestimated.

"Bang!"

A crisp and loud collision sound was heard, and Ye Feng's palm directly hit Zi Yu Zhenren's protective energy and fell heavily on his face and knocked him away several feet.

"Stupid boy"

Zhenren Ziyu raised his head fiercely, and the face that was originally distorted by anger became extremely ferocious because of the resentment in his eyes.

A late-stage monk in the Jindan stage was actually slapped in front of everyone. This shame can make any monk crazy.

"What? I want to kill me, but unfortunately, with your strength, I can only be trampled by me in the end. But if you are also a disciple of Qingmu Sect, I can't kill you." Ye Feng said condescendingly.

"You are too tyrannical. Do you really think you can be rampant with a peak master? Since you are seeking death by yourself, you can't blame me."

Zhenren Ziyu roared like a crazy beast.

"Master of Peak?" Ye Feng frowned, and he was also confused.

"Go to die!"

Zhenren Ziyu grabbed him from a distance, and a goose-feathered fan appeared in his hand. The huge true energy moved to the extreme at this moment. The white light on the Fengyu fan became stronger and stronger. The shadow of a strange beast appeared in the white light. With Zhenren Ziyu, the white light in the sky surged towards Ye Feng like a tide. The phantom of Fei Lian of the strange beast traveled continuously. All the mountains that encountered along the way turned into dust in an instant.

Although Ye Feng had disdain on his face, he also felt a little solemn in his heart.

"It's true that I am one of the famous Golden Pill Cultivators of Qingmu Sect and can't underestimate you." Ye Feng said intimidly, and at the same time, his right hand quickly raised, and the blue light of the divine pattern on the back of his hand flashed, and a huge wave suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The strong wind welcomes the huge waves!

The waves transformed by the weak water were soon repelled, and the weak water that almost covered the sky rushed towards Ziyu Zhenren again.

Zhenren Ziyu looked at the terrifying weak water and suddenly his face changed drastically. He did not expect that his strongest attack would be so vulnerable in front of this strange water. In desperation, he had to sacrifice the top-grade robes on his body to resist the weak water.

"Can the top-grade magic weapon block it?"

Ye Feng's thought moved and a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the weak water. The whirlpool was turning faster and faster, and he swallowed Zi Yu Zhenren in with the last bite.

Ruoshui swallowed Ziyu Zhenren and quickly returned to peace.

"Where are people?"

Some Jindan monks were confused when they saw that Zi Yu Zhenren had no reaction after sinking into the bottom of the water.

Ye Feng sneered, "Do you really think Ziyu can run out of my weak water? No need to see, he is already dead inside, and now I'm afraid the corpse has been melted inside."

As if to prove Ye Feng's words, a bubble appeared on the calm weak water. A white feather fan with dim light floated in the weak water for a while, but soon became immersed in it and disappeared into everyone's eyes.

But Ziyu Zhenren did not show any more of it from beginning to end.

Now everyone has no doubt that Zi Yu, who is in the late stage of the Jindan stage, really died at the hands of Ye Feng, who is in the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

The divine pattern in Ye Feng's hand flashed again, and the weak water of the lake turned into countless rays of light and poured into Ye Feng's body. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"The enemy is currently killing his fellow disciples, and he is so cruel and ruthless at such a young age. Have you forgotten the rules of Qingmu Sect? Kill fellow disciples - die!" Suddenly, an angry snorted sound came from the void, and several invisible ripples in the sky ahead dissipated outwards. A handsome young man with a scholar's hat appeared. Behind him were more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators. Each Nascent Soul cultivator is the head of a peak and the backbone of the sect.

Ye Feng suddenly raised his head and a hint of shock flashed. At the same time, he knew in his heart that the cultivator who was scolding him was definitely above the Nascent Soul stage, most of the cultivators who were the out-of-body stage cultivators mentioned by Xu Qing.

The flesh is the orifice, the heaven and earth are the shell, and all those who transcend are out of the body. The transcendence that is often mentioned in the world of immortal cultivation refers to the monks in this realm.

"Why don't I answer your words?" The young man with scholar hat became colder.

"What a arrogant little master, you dare not answer your questions? Do you want to rebel against the sect?" A ancestral master in the Nascent Soul stage immediately spoke.

"Parent Lord, the Jindan monk that this kid just killed is a disciple of our Baiyun Peak. It's better to leave it to the younger generation to kill him, so as not to harm the thugs who harmed the same sect to defile my immortal sect and disturb my tranquility."

"Yes, I think this child is capricious, indifferent, and so bloodthirsty, if he dealt with it, it will be a disaster in the future."

More than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators condescendingly criticized Ye Feng's various problems, and their faces were often flashing with contempt and disgust, as if Ye Feng in front of him was really a vicious and vicious person who was rebellious of humanity, and he wished he could kill him quickly.

Ye Fengguan listened to these so-called Nascent Soul cultivators flattering and slandering him at the scholarly man. The anger that had just aroused in his heart instantly turned into a cold murderous intent, and this murderous intent was emitted without any restraint.

"A bunch of monkeys."

A cold smile spilled out from the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he slowly vomited lightly.

At this moment, silence, the silence of the whole audience.

Quite serene.

Whether it was the Jindan monk on the side, the Nascent Soul cultivator who retreated from the Jiuyou Yin vein, or even the higher-level monks all looked at Ye Feng.
Chapter completed!