Ye Feng never expected that the fourth level of the Mysterious Realm of Death would be like this.

These women who appeared in front of them were graceful and charming, fully revealing the charm of women.

It is impossible for any man to be moved.

"The fourth level of the God of Death is called the Land of Gentleness. Even a heroic character may fall into endless beauty. Once it falls, it will be a terrifying end. Once there is a peerless powerful man in the late stage of the God Realm.

He had strong strength to break through the first three heavens of the mysterious realm of death, but finally fell into this gentle land."

"Where is the heroic tomb, Ye Feng, who is young and energetic, may not be able to withstand this temptation."

"This is simply a hotbed that men dream of. Which man doesn't want to hug each other? This is a happier thing than the emperor. I think this level is more difficult than the first three levels."

With the appearance of a charming woman in the fourth heaven, Tang Ying's thin eyebrows completely frowned, muttering her little mouth, showing an angry look.

"Silly girl, don't worry. Although this guy is fickle, he still has the concentration he should have." Tang Yanqi smiled lightly, not only because he had confidence in Ye Feng, but also because he had confidence in himself.

Sure enough,

Faced with the seduction of this group of charming women, although Ye Feng had a physiological reaction, his expression was indifferent and he did not have any deviant behavior.

Ye Feng clearly distinguished when to do what.

Now,

Even if the celestial immortal appears in front of Ye Feng, Ye Feng can still sit in his arms without being confused.

Now he just wants to break through the Ninth Heaven of Death, get the Xuanbing Bead, and solve his wife's bloodline problems.

Others,

But it's just a cloud

"How can a group of vulgar fans be confused by my wife's mood in heaven and earth?" Ye Feng sneered, walked straight forward, completely ignoring these charming women.

It's easy to take,

Ye Feng walked through thousands of flowers, broke through the fourth level of the God of Death, and entered the fifth level of the God of Death.

As soon as he entered the fifth level of heaven, Ye Feng immediately felt a domineering aura, and a supreme dragon throne appeared in front of him.

Under the dragon throne, thousands of people surrendered and knelt down at Ye Feng's feet.

As long as Ye Feng sits on the dragon throne, he can control the power of the world.

Not to mention Ye Feng who is so close to you,

Even the bystander, when he saw this scene, there was a surge of adrenal hormones, and there were wisps of desire burning in his pupils.

Who doesn’t want to wake up and take control of the world and lie drunk on the beautiful knees?

This is simply a man's ambition that cannot be refused.

"The fifth heaven is the temptation of power. As long as Ye Feng sits on the dragon throne, he will be torn to pieces by a beast named Power. This is a murderous intent that is more deadly than beauty."

Seeing the supreme dragon throne presenting in front of Ye Feng, a scarlet color flashed through Yuwen Batu and Yuan Tianwei's pupils.

If they were them, they would definitely not be able to withstand this temptation.

They don't believe Ye Feng has no ambition at all

"Ye Feng, sit down quickly and be torn to pieces." Yu Wenbatu's face showed a ferocious look.

Only when Ye Feng dies can he get to power and fulfill his ambitions.

otherwise,

He could only be trampled by Ye Feng for the rest of his life and could not raise his head.

Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, was also somewhat influenced by the fifth level of heaven in the mysterious realm of death. His ambition for power is the root cause of his ability to reach this point.

It is also because of this that he created such a fatal trap.

The stronger the person, the more likely he is to be affected

He doesn't believe that Ye Feng can still pass this level

now,

Whether it was Mo Qingyan, King of Hell, or Mr. Zhao, they all stared at Ye Feng with their eyes open, and cold sweat broke out in their palms.

Very few people can avoid being distracted by this kind of temptation of power.

"Power means nothing to me." Ye Feng raised his arm and slapped at the dragon chaise that represents supremeness.

There was a bang.

The dragon chair was blown into pieces, and all the scenes disappeared.

Ye Feng never had any desire for power, and what Ye Feng wanted was to act according to his will.

As long as you are strong enough, you can control the life and death of anyone. What is the meaning of these so-called powers

Ye Feng took one step forward,

Enter the sixth level of the mysterious realm of death.

Suddenly, Ye Feng immediately felt a sense of dying. This space seemed to have countless years of rebirth, and there was no sound around him. He looked up and looked forward, and there was ink around him.

This is a place of silence that is more madly than a confinement room.

"Ye Feng finally arrived at the sixth level. This is also the most difficult level in the ninth level of the God of Death. In these sixth level, everything is still, everything is silent, everything is the most primitive existence, no wind and no

There is no cloud in the rain, which tests the durability of loneliness.”

"In modern society, there is a bustle around, and loneliness is the greatest torture. If you want to overcome this great world, you must endure more than ten years of loneliness, and no one can do this so far."

"This is the biggest challenge to a person's nature. Even if a strong martial arts master is isolated from the world, he will go crazy."

On the platform.

A cold light flashed out from the eyes of Hong Zijing, the leader of Hongmen, and looked at the direction of Zhuque guarding Mo Qingyan, and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhuque, why don't you and I bet another game? I will take Qingzhou and Hengzhou in Hongmen's hands as

Note, I think Ye Feng can't get out of this sixth heaven, I don't know if Lord Zhuque is interested."

"Since Mr. Hong said that, how can I not accompany you to the end. I will take Suzhou and Yangzhou that Mr. Hong just lost just now. This sixth heaven in the mysterious realm of death cannot trap Ye Feng." Mo Qingyan was firm and determined.

Dao, full of confidence in Ye Feng.

"Lord Zhuque believes that Ye Feng, don't regret it at that time." Hong Zijing snorted lightly, and his eyes that were sunken in were covered with cold light.

"I never regret it, but Mr. Hong should not be able to afford to lose." A blazing flame burned in Mo Qingyan's eyes.

This time the bet,

The King of Hell did not speak again, his eyes stared at Ye Feng's figure, praying that this guy could slap the people of the Hongmen again loudly.

"Loneliness"

Ye Feng chuckled softly and sat cross-legged. Ye Feng could bear this loneliness more than anyone else.

Once Ye Feng sat down, he had been for several months and did not feel any discomfort.

In a blink of an eye,

Time passed by in the sixth level of the Mysterious Realm of Death, Ye Feng's black hair became whiter and he had a more old posture on his body.

Ten years have passed

But even so,

Ye Feng is still as motionless as a mountain. This decade has been like a flash of fingers.

boom

Suddenly, the sixth level of the Mysterious Realm of Death broke out, and the gate leading to the seventh level of the Mysterious Realm of Death appeared in front of Ye Feng.
Chapter completed!