Chapter 436: The messenger of hell, a terrifying existence!
Ye Feng's true strength is not what they see in their eyes. Not only can he fight against the old man in blood, he can also wield immortal weapons, and he is not corroded or oppressed by the power of hell.
Until now, Ye Feng finally killed the old man in blood in front of them.
You must know that the old man in blood clothes is a member of the Qing clan. If Ye Feng kills him, wouldn't he be provoking the majesty of the Qing clan? With the Qing clan in hell, wouldn't it be too simple to kill a Ye Feng?
Especially, after killing the old man in blood clothes, Ye Feng actually said at this moment that he was not a monk from hell.
How can it be.
Ye Feng clearly exudes the aura of hell, so why is he not a monk from hell?
"Damn it...you are not a monk from hell!"
After hearing Ye Feng's words, the old man in blood clothes was still alive. The head that fell on the ground was struggling unwillingly: "Impossible, how could you not be a hell monk? Your body, flesh and blood, and Qi are all filled with the breath of hell.
, if you are not, then who are you..." "Are these important to you?"
Ye Feng snorted coldly.
"Indeed... it's not important anymore, but I am not willing to accept it. I am the great steward of the Qing clan, and I was actually killed by an unknown junior like you. Why, the Blood and Dark Magic is an ancient magical skill, but it is a pity that with my
Realm can only consume one-tenth of the life essence in the body. If I can consume more life essence, you will be the one whose head falls to the ground at this moment... But don't be too happy too early. If you kill me, you will definitely
Under the overwhelming wrath of the Qing clan, even if you are not a hell monk, you will not be able to escape the pursuit of you by the Qing clan. In the end, you will die worse than me..." His voice was unwilling and had a hoarse roar.
And misery spreads in the void.
Everyone around was silent, and I couldn't tell what I was feeling.
The great steward of the Qing clan, who was so majestic in normal times, was now killed by an unknown young man. It was too desolate and ironic.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Feng came to him, looked at him expressionlessly, and said with a disdainful smile: "You can't see how miserable I am to die. Besides, I'm just a member of the Qing clan. Although I don't know this."
No matter how strong this force is, it is not that easy to kill me. As long as the Qing clan dares to cause trouble for me, I, Ye Feng, will one day uproot the Qing clan and make it disappear into hell forever!"
"You are arrogant..." The head trembled, and the two eyes on it showed deep ferocity. He had seen arrogant people, but never as arrogant as Ye Feng. He wanted to say something else, but
At this time, Ye Feng raised his foot and stepped directly on his head, trampling it into a pile of minced meat.
"Your body is not bad, it just becomes the nourishment for me to break through the realm!"
In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Feng extended his hands for a moment, and the body of the old man in blood was taken into Ye Feng's pocket.
"This dignified great steward of the Qing clan has extraordinary resources..." Ye Feng took away the ring from the old man in blood.
The great steward of the Qing clan, who has survived for countless years, has too many resources and treasures.
There are many piles of weapons, spiritual herbs, elixirs, and combat skills. At a glance, they look like hills.
"That ancient magical skill..." Ye Feng was shrouded in spiritual consciousness and directly found the Blood Ming Magic.
This technique has advantages and disadvantages. It can instantly increase a person's strength. Depending on the progress of the practice, if the practice is fast enough, the power of this technique will be greater. To put it bluntly, the more life essence is consumed,
The power of this technique will become stronger.
The only drawback is that it comes at the expense of consuming life essence.
"This technique cannot be used frequently, but it can be used as a trump card for me. Although it consumes life essence, as long as I continue to break through, the life essence will be restored soon, and it will not cause any adverse consequences to me..." Ye Feng said.
Put away the blood-underworld magic and study it carefully when you have time. The top priority now is to get to the fourth level of hell.
However, I heard that the Qing clan is the overlord of the fourth level of hell. I killed the old man in blood clothes. It seems that I should be careful when going there.
"Um?"
Just when Ye Feng was about to leave this place.
Suddenly his face changed, and a strong sense of uneasiness came over him.
His eyes sharpened and he looked sharply at a place above his head.
There, I don't know when, there was a figure standing.
"how come?"
Ye Feng was shocked both physically and mentally. His induction was so powerful that he didn't even notice a mysterious figure appearing above his head.
This figure was wearing a mask. The mask was blood red and ferocious, and looked extremely cold and strange.
He stood there, wearing a large dark underworld garment, and his whole body was shrouded in dark energy, making him completely invisible.
However, on his underworld clothes, there are many mysterious and true texts of hell carved on them.
Those words changed in thousands of ways, sometimes turning into a dark black Tai Chi pattern that enveloped him, sometimes condensing into dark chains that squirmed around him, appearing and disappearing, and even Ye Feng could see planes through those words.
Destruction, collapse, countless creatures were being burned and destroyed by the power of purgatory. Ye Feng seemed to hear the voices of those people roaring, struggling, and roaring in his ears... Ye Feng was shocked both physically and mentally.
This man, how powerful he was, actually brought him such a terrifying mood.
Especially the aura of this person, which is illusory and unreal, floating in the void, seems to be integrated with hell. His breathing and heartbeat are completely on the same frequency as hell. There is a feeling that everything comes from the same source and the avenue is unified.
The atmosphere is as if he is hell and hell is him.
Ye Feng was breathing rapidly, and the thought that came to his mind was that this person was too terrifying, giving him an unfathomable and unimaginable feeling.
This person is definitely a super strong person in hell.
Ye Feng didn't expect that he would actually attract such a terrifying existence.
He looked at this person, and the latter seemed to be looking at him as well. A feeling of being watched in a dark way pervaded his whole body.
"Oh my god, look, it's the messenger, the messenger has actually appeared!"
I don't know who screamed in surprise at this moment.
It immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Originally, the appearance of the dark figure did not attract anyone's attention, and only Ye Feng suddenly noticed it.
But after Ye Feng killed the old man in blood clothes, he became the focus of everyone's attention here.
They just saw Ye Feng's expression was abnormal, so they looked in Ye Feng's direction, and immediately saw the scene under their eyes.
"The messenger is here!"
"In hell, there is only the messenger who wears a bloody mask all year round. The true text of hell on his body is a symbol of suppression. Each symbol is a legend. I don't know how many powerful people in hell have been tried, and even people from the outside world.