The man who stood alone in the desolation was Feng Jueyu himself.
A few days ago, he broke through the barrier from Tiandaozhu. He originally wanted to show off his talents at Wangxiangtai, collect demon souls to one hundred thousand, and then return to the Mingling Secret Realm to find new opportunities.
Unexpectedly, when he broke through the barrier and left Tiandaozhu, Wangxiang Terrace had turned into a bare mountain.
Eight thousand seven hundred years ago, the Wangxiang Tower, which was grand and grand and had hundreds of seven-level formations, has just disappeared.
Apart from the bones and scattered fragments of artifacts all over the ground, the past scenes can no longer be seen.
Seeing that the former base camp had been turned into ruins, Feng Jueyu could only feel the impermanence of the world in addition to a myriad of other things.
Sure enough, this ghostly place in the Night Demon Realm is not a long-term residence. A base camp with tens of thousands of people gathered has been reduced to ruins in just 8,700 years. Does the Night Demon Realm still have a foothold for gods and men?
No!
In desperation, Feng Jueyu had no choice but to continue searching for the organization alone.
Fortunately, I met several disciples from other secret realms the next day, and after asking around, I found out that Wangxiang Terrace had been bulldozed by the Night Demons as early as two thousand years after my arrival.
The current destination closest to Wangxiang Terrace is at a place called Thunder Cliff.
As a god in the spirit world, he couldn't keep wandering around the night demon world like a headless fly, so he decided to go to Thunder Cliff first, and then find a way to collect demon souls.
Anyway, there are constant wars between the two worlds. As long as we find the base camp, we will at least have a place to rest and take a breather after the fierce battle.
After asking for the direction of Thunder Cliff, Feng Jueyu came along the way.
Unfortunately, this section of the road is not that easy to walk.
The Night Demon World, which is shrouded in darkness all day long, makes people almost nutritionally unbalanced. After all, there is only one hour of sunshine here every day, and the rest of the time the moon is in the sky.
Sometimes there was more than just one moon. He had seen at most four moons appear in the sky together, and the extremely Yin source energy was extremely abundant.
Just having more moons doesn't mean anything. The problem is that the more moons appear on a night, the more frequent the activities of the Night Stalkers are. In many cases, groups of Night Stalkers are everywhere in the mountains and plains.
As a god in the spiritual world, if you want to blatantly dare to walk in this environment, it is really no different from seeking death.
Even so, Feng Jueyu still drove for several days. During this period, he stumbled and stopped, and with great effort, he felt that he was getting closer to Thunder Cliff.
But that was relatively speaking, because he had been chased to varying degrees and was in a panic, so he couldn't tell where he was now.
At this time, he was targeted by a group of Night Demon soldiers.
This time there is also a leader who leads the team, a Level 4 Daredevil.
The fourth level of cultivation is equivalent to eighty thousand years of cultivation in the God Realm. If it had been anyone else, they would have been frightened by the news and fled away.
However, Feng Jueyu was not afraid at all, but there was a huge night crow hovering above the man's head, which was a bit scary.
The night crow is also a fourth-level beast. It is a divine beast unique to the night demon world and does not exist in the spirit world.
This night crow is a flying mythical beast with a very remarkable flying ability that cannot be matched by gods and humans.
To put it bluntly, if Night Crow sneaks up on him, he can fight back, but if Night Crow chooses to escape and fly high into the sky, then he can grit his teeth and endure it. Who makes him unable to fly?
After killing nearly half of the enemies with one sword, Feng Jueyu was once again surrounded by pursuers. A rough count showed that there were still twenty-four Night Demons, all with ranks two or three in strength.
Only the strangely smiling Level 4 Night Demon is stronger than these demon soldiers, but he is still a demon soldier.
The night wind blew by, and the demon soldiers with strange laughter came strolling around.
The Daredevil is usually a bamboo pole with a height of nearly two meters, tall and thin, but this guy's appearance is a little different.
This person is relatively short, about 1.80 meters tall, and even less tall. He has round eyes and a thin face, a high nose, and a big, blood-mouthed mouth with teeth like jagged sharp blades.
In the past few days, he had witnessed a god from the Tiangang Sect being bitten to death by a night devil. Some night devils like to drink the blood of gods and men to strengthen their bodies. I am afraid it has something to do with these teeth.
Seeing that he was trapped in a tight siege, Feng Jueyu did not panic. He stood in the center with the Witch God Sword in his hand and said with a smile: "Your Excellency has been chasing me for so long. It seems that you are not willing to accept it. Why, you must let me drink blood under the sword." , are you willing to give up?"
The Night Demon laughed loudly when he heard this: "Boy, you are very courageous. You have entered my Night Demon Realm and you dare to go alone. You have the guts."
"Seeing that you have entered a new realm for the first time, but your skills are extraordinary, boy, who are you?"
"You've been chasing me for so long just because you want to know who I am? If you want to fight me, fight me. Where did all the nonsense come from?"
Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that this guy is not mentally ill, why is he talking so much.
The reason why he ran away was not because he was afraid of these twenty-odd people. If he hadn't known that there was a large force behind this group of demon soldiers, he might have launched a counterattack long ago.
Even now, that terrifying army is still advancing in its direction, and this team should be the forward scout of that large army.
Thinking like this, Feng Jueyu spread out his consciousness and estimated the distance between the night demon army and the strange boy, which was about dozens of miles.
This distance would have been enough to kill this team of scouts if the masters hadn't come at full speed.
Then do it!
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stopped talking nonsense, and with a thought, he used the secret skill of Wuding Swordsmanship: Meteor Style.
"Whoa!"
The long sword pierced out, the sky was filled with bright white clouds, shooting stars broke through the moon, and a sword energy shot out across the sky, killing the crowd.
The shooting star technique is extremely powerful. He used this technique to kill half of the magic soldiers before. With such powerful swordsmanship, there is no need to sacrifice another magic weapon.
One person and one sword are enough.
Whoosh!
The blazing white sword energy bloomed for a moment, and in an instant, more than twenty demon soldiers with rank two and rank three were killed by him. Then he took out the demon soul bottle and offered it up, collecting all the twenty-four demon souls.
in a bottle.
"Pah! Pah!"
Watching Feng Jueyu kill his men, the strange boy with a smirk on his face was not angry at all, but instead applauded Feng Jueyu.
"Good skills, not bad, not bad. I saw it right. You should be the most interesting person I have seen in the past 100,000 years."
Feng Jueyu looked around and realized that this guy was mentally ill. Could it be that he couldn't see that he should be stronger than him?
After mastering the Wuding Three Techniques and entering the Small Realm Heaven, Feng Jueyu was very confident in his own skills. He was a master of level 4 cultivation and had 80,000 years of calamity training, but he was not looked down upon by him.
But this guy is somewhat stupid, and now that we are left one-on-one, he can still laugh.
Feng Jueyu looked at the other party suspiciously, put the demon soul bottle into his arms naturally, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
The strange boy smiled and said: "Kill me? Is it just you? Boy, haven't you understood why I have followed you here, and I have only fifty second-level and third-level magic soldiers with me?"
"What do you mean?" Feng Jueyu's eyes darkened.
"It means that I am afraid of scaring you away, so I want to meet you alone."
The strange boy joked: "I will let you kill these fifty wine bags and rice bags first to warm you up. Now, are you ready to take on some of my moves?"
"A game of cat and mouse?"
Feng Jueyu suddenly understood a little bit.
This guy used to follow a very large team, but then he suddenly separated from the team and led dozens of second-level and third-level magic soldiers to chase him. However, he did not take action, just waiting for him to kill the people around him.
After killing the person, then go one-on-one with yourself.
Sure enough, there is something wrong with my brain.
With gloomy eyes, the strange boy had lost his patience. He raised his right arm and twisted his wrist, and several fist-sized balls of silver-white light jumped out from his palm.
These light groups were like balls of light, floating in the palm of his hand, and then he heard the strange boy laugh and said: "Little guy from Tiangang Sect, come and try the magic of the Night Demon Realm that I have recently practiced, Yue Lin Magic Thunder
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"call!"
After the strange boy finished speaking, he flicked his arm, and more than a dozen fist-sized silver-white light balls formed a line and hit Feng Jueyu.
Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank slightly, and sharp sword energy arose from his body, preparing to knock down the light balls one by one.
Suddenly he turned pale with fright.
I saw those light balls suddenly split apart while flying, turning into surging moonlight energy connected together, like a running silver python, and like a violent thunderbolt, directed at Feng Jueyu's head.
Split it down.
During the photoelectric explosion, there were nearly a hundred kinds of golden light swirling around, and the power was extremely astonishing. The entire thunderbolt seemed to be covered with a large number of scales, shining brightly.
"Have you just mastered the divine skills and broken through the small realm of heaven? You made a mistake."
When he took a breath of cool air, Feng Jueyu jumped back and suddenly fell seven or eight meters away.
Divine skills like this are no longer inferior to the swordsmanship of preaching, and the realm has reached the small realm of heaven, which shows that this is not an ordinary magic weapon.
This guy has a lot of background.
Feng Jueyu didn't dare to think too much, and stood up again. The Yue Lin magic thunder landed where he was standing before, and with a click, a large crater with a diameter of three meters was exploded.
The land in the God Realm is extremely hard, and even divine magic can hardly cause large-scale damage. Especially the black moon soil in the Night Demon Realm contains a large amount of black moon rock. Unless magic is incredibly destructive, this huge pit will not be able to cause large-scale damage.
It is already a rare destructive power.
Feng Jueyu knew that he had met his opponent, but because of this, he felt excited.
After being in seclusion for 8,700 years, I finally mastered all the three moves of Wuding to the small realm of heaven. I just needed a strong opponent to let me try out the newly learned moves.
Feng Jueyu stood still on his tiptoes and raised the corners of his mouth: "With such little ability, you are not qualified to kill me."
The strange boy was slightly surprised when he saw that Feng Jueyu had escaped the magic spell, and then started to look down upon him: "Don't get too happy too early, kid. There are only a few magicians in the world who can evade me, Pei Yang. Let's eat again."