In the vast universe, an extremely huge black planet, countless black auras are filled with evil auras, giving people a sense of strangeness. In the planet, there are strange, weird, and evil monsters everywhere, or monsters, which can also be said to be monsters. One by one, gives people a sense of terror and terror.

In a swamp that is thousands of miles long, wide, the dark green swamp is constantly emitting black air, bringing a strong smell, and it has a charming power.

An old man in black robe stood in the air, looking down at the vast swamp below.

A large number of monster corpses, a large number of broken branches and leaves appeared one by one, becoming bigger, bursting bubbles and mist filled.

He did not fall in a hurry, but stayed in the air, his eyes flashing with light, reflecting the figure of another person. Looking closely, it was Qin Feng.

Suddenly.

An extremely powerful force burst out from the old man in black robe, sweeping across all directions. As the power fluctuated, even the void was rippled, like a stone falling into the water rippling on the surface of a calm lake.

In many places, between the void shocks, space cracks even emerged, like countless shattered interlaced dog teeth.

"Damn it."

"Hanjing."

The old man in black robe whispered, sad and angry.

His only relative died, and his favorite brother.

This old man in black robe is a terrible existence in the Daotian realm.

Cold malaria occurs in the tiny period. It is an ordinary person. When he was a child, his parents died, leaving him and his younger brother. At that time, his younger brother Han Zhi gave him the only steamed bun, allowing him to survive, but he fell into a coma.

Fortunately, in the end, a passing monk saved the two and took them into the path of cultivation.

Han Malaria showed amazing cultivation talent and was cruel and ruthless. However, due to the incident when he was a child, he was very good at this younger brother.

No one can hurt his brother.

Therefore, after learning that the top inheritance holy land was imprisoned by his younger brother for thirty years, he destroyed the entire top inheritance holy land.

Look, my brother is dead now.

Dead at the hands of that man.

"who is he?"

Han Masa frowned, but he didn't know Qin Feng's identity or where he was.

Unlike his younger brother who practiced deduction techniques, Han Malaria did not practice related Taoist skills and Taoist skills. Therefore, it is difficult to detect Qin Feng's existence in his identity.

"I will kill you when the matter here is resolved."

Han Malaria forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart, and her eyes fell into the swamp below again.

Here is the purpose of his trip.

The swamp marsh gas rolled and the stench was strong.

Sudden.

In the swamp, a platinum light flashed by.

The light flashed in Han Malaria's eyes, and her body moved, like a lightning bolt, disappearing from birth and death, rushing towards the platinum light.

...

Outside New Wind City, there is a mountain top.

Qin Feng and Zhang Ziyue sat casually, took out the wine and drank it, and chatted.

The wine is naturally provided by Zhang Ziyue.

Made with various Taoist treasures, it contains extremely amazing medicinal and spiritual energy, and has a good effect on the body. Even a Taoist realm monk like Qin Feng can experience the benefits of fine wine.

It is worthy of being produced by Daoyuan.

Zhang Ziyue drank a sip of wine, looked at Qin Feng slightly, and said, "Qin Feng, your courage is really amazing. You dare to kill Han Zhi."

"For thousands of years, Han Jian killed countless people, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and wanted to kill him to kill countless people. However, no one chose to take action."

"Why? It's because of his brother."

"That lunatic man in Hanma."

"Although Han Malaria is a madman, he is indeed a real Daotian realm and has amazing strength. No one is willing to offend Han Malaria. Even in our Daoyuan, he doesn't want to anger this madman."

"Daoyuan?" Qin Feng looked at Zhang Ziyue, with some doubts.

Zhang Ziyue smiled, understood Qin Feng's doubts, and explained: "Daoyuan is not afraid of cold malaria. It is not a problem to use the power of Daoyuan to kill cold malaria."

"But the plague and pain path mastered by Han Malaria are extremely strange. If ordinary disciples in the Taoyuan are involved, they will be greatly affected."

"So, Daoyuan will not take action unless it is a special situation. Of course, Han Malaria will not be so stupid as to anger Daoyuan."

Qin Feng knew it when he heard this.

Indeed, the stronger the power, the more you need to consider multiple aspects.

I am alone, so I have fewer concerns.

Zhang Ziyue continued: "Qin Feng, you have killed Han Zhi now, which can be said to have really angered Han Malaria. There are only two options now. One is to join the six highest immortal holy places, which will definitely protect you from safety; the other is to hide it through special methods to prevent Han Malaria from finding it."

“How do you choose?”

"I have no intention of joining any force." Qin Feng said lightly.

"That's a pity." Zhang Ziyue smiled, took out a jade slip and handed it to Qin Feng, "This is a special Taoist skill that restrains breath, called the Moon of the Well. As long as you practice the Moon of the Well, it will not be easy for even if it is cold malaria to find you."

Qin Feng's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Zhang Ziyue.

The Taoist technique that can make even the Taoist cultivators in the Daotian realm feel troublesome is naturally not a simple Taoist technique.

Seeing Zhang Ziyue's sincere expression, Qin Feng took over the jade slip of the martial arts and said, "Thank you, if I need help in the future, I will definitely take action."

"Then I thank you too." Zhang Ziyue smiled, not caring.

He is the direct descendant of the Daoyuan, and there are too few opportunities to need help.

The reason why he was willing to hand over Jing Zhongyue to Qin Feng was, on the one hand, that Jing Zhongyue was not a Taoist garden, but a Taoist skill he had found himself; on the other hand, that he really valued Qin Feng and wanted to be a true friend.

Zhang Ziyue is extremely persistent in his friends.

"Qin Feng, are you really just from a small world?" Zhang Ziyue asked curiously again.

When the two first started to communicate, they told each other about their identities. But Zhang Ziyue was still a little suspicious. It was amazing that the monks from a small world had such amazing cultivation and magical skills.

"Yes." Qin Feng smiled lightly, "Do you look down on the monks in the small world?"

"I never care about the source when I make friends." Zhang Ziyue said with a smile.

In terms of source, how many people can compare to his direct descendant from Daoyuan.

After Qin Feng and Zhang Ziyue had a little communication, the two separated.

Looking at Zhang Ziyue's departure, Qin Feng smiled on his face.

This Zhang Ziyue is quite interesting.

Then, he remembered Gu Changsheng from Jiuzhou, a person who could be truly his friend.
Chapter completed!