Chapter 433: The Qing family, the eighth-level peak old man of Qiankun Transformation
"Master, these three levels of hell are too terrifying. The aura of hell has affected the old man's sensitivity. It is suppressing the old man's demonic nature, causing the old man's sensitivity to be greatly reduced. If you go to the fourth level, wouldn't it be even more terrifying? Master
, are you sure you want to go?"
The old man's voice appeared in his mind.
It is a treasure of the demon clan and an ancient existence, but even so it is still suppressed by the power of hell.
Hell is an existence that even gods fear, let alone it.
If it hadn't been protected by Ye Feng's chaotic energy, its suppression would have been even more terrifying than it is now.
Ye Feng naturally knew the horror of this place.
From the third level of hell, he could already imagine the horror of the fourth level of hell. It would be too dangerous to go there with his strength.
The third level of hell is already the limit of his strength. The monks here are roughly at the same level as him. Even if there are those who have surpassed the realm of Qiankun, they are still in the depths of the third level of hell. Generally, nothing major happens.
, they will not show up easily... But the fourth level of hell is different. The monks there are more powerful than the third level of hell. Any monk will be stronger than him. Going there with his current strength will definitely be a challenge.
court death.
Especially, the oppressive power of the four hells.
Even though he has the Purple Dragon Statue, which helps him weaken some of the suppression, it does not mean that it is completely eliminated.
Because if it is completely eliminated, the aura of the Purple Dragon Statue will be exposed.
After all, the Purple Dragon Statue is a peerless existence. Although it can help Ye Feng resolve the power of oppression, if the external oppression is too terrifying, the aura released by the Purple Dragon Statue will be stronger.
In the third level of hell, the oppressive power here is already terrifying, but it is not to the point where Ye Feng has difficulty moving forward. The purple dragon statue can resist it as soon as it moves, and it will not release much breath.
But if you go to the fourth floor, the oppression there is absolutely terrifying.
If Ye Feng wants to resist this oppression, he must activate the Purple Dragon Statue.
The stronger the oppression, the stronger the aura released by the Purple Dragon Statue.
Although the Purple Dragon Statue can resist this oppression, it also exposes its aura.
This is hell. Once the divine aura is exposed, it will be sensed by the power of hell in an instant.
Since ancient times, hell and gods have been incompatible. Ye Feng will definitely be locked by countless powerful forces without even thinking about it. He will have no way to escape or escape, and will become a prey for others to slaughter. By that time, his situation will still be good.
Even if he desperately tried to activate the Purple Dragon Statue, he still wasn't sure.
"But even so, I must find the clone. I seek wealth in danger. Otherwise, my trip will be in vain. I, Ye Feng, never come back empty-handed when doing things. On the fourth level of hell, I, Ye Feng, am in your eyes."
There is just an ant in there, but although the ant is small, its vitality is tenacious. I want to see how scary you are, and I, Ye Feng, have to try my best!"
Ye Feng is not someone who gives up easily. Even if the danger ahead is extremely dangerous, he has to go, otherwise he will return empty-handed. He has made up his mind to find the clone this time no matter what.
"He is indeed a man with a strong mind, even an old man would be ashamed of himself!"
The old man Qi Ling was impressed by Ye Feng's courage.
This is how young people should be, not afraid of danger or setbacks, growing up in difficulties and making breakthroughs in adversity.
Who dares to imagine that a human being in the Nine-Star Secret Realm dares to enter alone and enter the third level of hell? Who would believe it if told.
Especially for such a young man, his clone is actually in hell.
One light and one dark, one good and one evil.
"Such a thing was impossible in ancient times. Hell has been the nemesis of all living things since ancient times. No human being can suppress the power of hell, let alone control the power of hell. And this little master can not only control the power of hell.
, and also created a hell clone, which is rare, extremely rare!"
The old man Qi Ling was amazed in his heart, and he felt more and more that accepting Ye Feng as his master was the most correct decision he had made in his life. Moreover, judging from the current situation, the strength of Ye Feng's clone had surpassed Ye Feng's.
Since ancient times, the strength of the clone cannot surpass the strength of the original body. This is the rule of heaven and earth and cannot be broken.
However, Ye Feng is an exception.
Because it's obvious.
Since the clone is not on the third floor, it means that the clone is strong enough to go to the fourth floor.
Boom! At this moment.
There was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky above the town.
Everyone was startled by the sudden scene.
Don't know what happened.
They raised their heads and looked at the sky.
I saw countless dark auras coming out of the depths of the void.
With the emergence of the dark aura, a powerful will filled the air and enveloped the entire town in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard an old voice coming from the depths of the void.
"I am a member of the Qing clan, here to collect souls, why don't you sacrifice them quickly!"
This voice is all domineering, with a sense of judgment and condescension, descending into the void.
For a moment, upon hearing these words, the hell monks in the town suddenly became restless.
"What, the Qing clan!"
"Could it be the Qing family in the fourth level of hell!"
"Who else could it be from the Qing family!"
"In hell, there is only one member of the Qing clan!"
Plop, plop... Suddenly, the faces of the hell monks in the town all changed. They thought of something, and they knelt down to the sky in fear, shouting loudly: "Great master, we are all your servants, you have raised us."
Us, give us life, if you are willing, everything we have will be returned to our Lord!"
Ye Feng looked at this scene, physically and mentally shocked, eager to grasp the impact.
The Qing clan is so terrifying, just saying their names scared all these people to this point. The voice said that they wanted to collect the souls of these people. Not only did these hell monks not resist, but they actively contributed.
Boom! At this time, the dark atmosphere over the town merged with everything and transformed into an old man.
This old man, wearing green clothes, is thin and half rickety-backed. His hair is not white, but cyan, and his eyes exude a strange green light.
Ye Feng could see this person's level at a glance.
Although he is not very strong, his identity is not simple, he belongs to the Qing clan.
"Well, yes, it's good that you have this awareness. This time, my master is practicing the immortal magic, which happens to require countless souls to nourish. On behalf of the Qing clan, I came to the lower hell to collect souls. I have already visited no less than fifty towns.
, now it’s your turn, you should feel honored, it is your great fortune to be a part of nourishing the souls of the Lordless, now... eh?"
The old man in green clothes was talking when his face suddenly changed slightly.