The experience of Luan Gu Pagoda has ended, but the turmoil caused by the Immortal Bell will not subside for a long time.
Although the Five Holy Lands tried their best to block the news, there were still hidden news channels, allowing many major sects and martial arts families to learn clues about the Immortal Bell.
Han Fei's portrait was posted on almost all the streets and alleys of major cities in Dongzhou, Xiyuan, Beihan, Nanhuang, Middle-earth, and the entire Jiuyang Continent. The Five Holy Lands promised heavy rewards to search for his whereabouts.
"There is news from Xiyuan. It seems that Han Fei entered the Ancient Tower in Xiyuan."
"The immortal bell refined by the ancient people is the top immortal weapon in the entire Jiuyang Continent."
"Go to Xiyuan, kill the fat man and seize the fairy bell,"
"The founders of the Five Holy Lands are disciples of the Lord. That fairy bell should belong to our Holy Land. How could it fall into the hands of an outsider?"
For a time, the world was in turmoil, and all the forces that got the news sent their masters to Xiyuan.
The Western Plains is barren, with many barren lands and high mountains.
Before being teleported out of the ancient secret realm, Han Fei was ready to kill everyone in the palace, but he happened to catch up with the March period and missed the best opportunity to do so.
Fortunately, most of the disciples from major holy places and sects died before being teleported out, and those who survived were seriously injured and fell into coma, so his identity was not exposed from the beginning.
After the teleportation, Han Fei and Ye Feng had the same reaction. They immediately used the Great Void Escape Technique with all their strength to leave the place of right and wrong.
The power of Buddhism spreads throughout the entire Western Plains. In addition to the Holy Land of Lingshan, temples of various sizes are located on the tops of mountains. In the entire Western Plains, whether ordinary mortals or warriors, basically everyone believes in Buddhism and is the most pious. believer.
With the power of Buddhism, it is easy to find a person in Xiyuan.
But Han Fei seemed to have disappeared from the world. After many days of searching, there was still no news.
Moro City is located in the southern part of the Western Plains, adjacent to the Southern Wilderness. It is a bordering area with rolling mountains and rivers, surging rivers, and dense forests.
"when,……"
On the top of the highest attic in the city, there is a copper bell hanging, which is rung every day. When you hear it, you will feel peaceful, as if your whole body and mind have been washed and purified.
The buildings here are also full of Buddhist style. Some ascetics with clasped hands, pious faces and barefoot steps walk by from time to time. People live here in incomparable tranquility and serenity.
There is no fighting or fighting, just like the pure land of the human world.
Han Fei sneered at this.
People have seven emotions and six desires. Even though Buddhism has a great influence on the entire Xiyuan, not everyone is willing to act according to the tenets of Buddhism.
At this moment, he was sitting in a brothel in the city of Moro, with beautiful women surrounding him, hugging him from left to right, surrounded by thousands of flowers.
But at this moment, he was not fat and wealthy at all. Not only did he have a handsome face and white and tender skin, he also spent a lot of money and was generous, sometimes causing charming smiles from a group of women.
"Young Master is so generous, how would you like me to thank you?"
A gorgeous woman in scantily clad clothes held his arm, and her breasts were caressing back and forth, which was seductive.
"Hey, how about accompanying your young master and me to fight for three hundred rounds?"
Han Fei laughed loudly, turned his hand and took out a middle-grade Yuan Stone, and threw it into the ravine between the woman's twin peaks.
Surrounded by all the girls, Yan Huan was fat and thin. Han Fei seemed to be immersed in it, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, showing a trace of solemnity.
Nowadays, all the major cities in the Western Plains are blocked. He wanted to leave Moro City and enter the Southern Wasteland, but he was trapped in the city.
If he hadn't learned a technique that could change his appearance, he might have been caught out before he could escape to Moro City.
If Ye Feng had seen Han Fei's changed appearance here, he would have slapped him mercilessly.
Because what Han Fei changed was exactly his appearance.
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Most people's eyes were attracted to the Immortal Bell on Han Fei, but because of this, the competition for the Immortal Bell was extremely fierce. The people sent by the major forces from all sides were at the lowest level of Emperor Wu.
As for those who were unable to compete for the Immortal Bell, they turned their attention to Ye Feng.
In the Southern Wilderness of Jiuyang, the Taoist sect is the most respected person. Behind the Yunshui Tea House in Yunxiao City stands a mysterious owner. Not even the Demon Immortal Palace, the dominant force in the Sun Moon Valley, dares to provoke him.
Shuiyue Dongtian, Liu family, Qi family, and Cheng family, the four first-class sects and aristocratic families, have never known who the owner of Yunshui Teahouse is.
After learning about Han Fei's appearance in Xiyuan, the Taoist Holy Land sent a Martial Saint and six Martial Emperors there, but Qing Yizi always stayed in Yunxiao City and never left.
"Brother Ye, although I, Qingyizi, admire you very much, the pressure you put on me while practicing in Luangu Pagoda was really too great, and even left a shadow in my heart, which made my Taoist heart unstable. ,"
In an attic opposite Yunshui Teahouse, Qing Yizi stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, ignoring the crowds coming and going on the street, staring at Yunshui Teahouse.
The Immortal Bell is important, but in the ancient tower, Ye Feng killed several disciples from the Taoist Holy Land, including Fu Yunzong, so he also issued a killing order against him.
Just because Ye Feng's cultivation level was only at the Martial King level, it did not attract the attention of the senior officials of Dao Sect Holy Land, so they gave this task to Qing Yizi.
Qing Yizi knew that he was no match for Ye Feng, but he still took the job because this was the Southern Wilderness, not Luan Gu Pagoda.
As a core disciple of the Dao Sect Holy Land, the power he can mobilize in this southern wilderness is huge enough to easily crush Ye Feng.
On the other hand, the reason why Qing Yizi couldn't wait to eradicate Ye Feng was also because of the fear in his heart.
"Master Qingyi, are you sure that Ye Feng is in this Yunshui Tea House?"
A voice suddenly came from behind, and the speaker was Luo Huacheng, the ancestor of Emperor Wu of Shuiyuedongtian.
Not only him, but the two Martial Emperors Liu Qiyun and King Qi Tian also came, as well as masters from the Demon Immortal Palace and other major sects.
"Haha, Senior Luo can't believe that I, Tsing Yi Zi," Qing Yi Zi said with a calm smile.
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
Luo Huacheng waved his hands quickly. Although the other party called him senior, he did not dare to offend him at all. Even though he was the Martial Emperor, in front of such a behemoth as the Taoist Holy Land, he was just a twitch in the sea.
"Young Master Qingyi, my child really died in Ye Feng's hands,"
A tall, middle-aged man with long slender fingers, wearing a blue robe, suddenly said in a deep voice.
"Of course I take it seriously. When Qing Yi saw Brother He die in Ye Feng's hands, Brother He's Purple Thunder Sword and Qiankun Bag also fell into his hands..."
While speaking, Qing Yizi's eyes were always staring at the Yunshui Tea House opposite. Suddenly his pupils shrank and he said in a deep voice: "He's out."
As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen people present stood up one after another, especially the middle-aged man in blue robe, whose whole body was filled with murderous intent.
Ye Feng refused Ming Lao's request to stay. After Ling'er packed up his things, he took out the two treasure gourds and asked Ming Lao to help remove the marks inside. Then he prepared to leave and find a place where no one would disturb him to practice quietly for a while. day.
He wears a white jade mask on his face. As long as he is not a being whose cultivation exceeds the Martial Emperor level, no one can detect his appearance, so there is no need to worry too much about exposure.
After walking out of Yunshui Teahouse, Ming Lao also came out to see him off, but a terrible murderous intention suddenly surged from the attic across the street, like a stormy wave rushing towards him.
"Brother Ye, you are fine..."
A voice came slowly. Ye Feng followed the sound and saw Qing Yizi standing in front of the second-floor window of the attic across the street.
"It seems like you have been waiting for me for a long time," Ye Feng said expressionlessly.
"As long as we can resolve the grudge between you and me, it doesn't matter if Qingyi waits a little longer," Qingyizi said with a smile.
"Grudges, I should have killed you when we were in the Ancient Tower," Ye Feng sneered.
"Haha, what Brother Ye said is true. In the palace where the Immortal Bell is located, if you had tried your best, no one would have survived. Unfortunately, Brother Ye, you have missed the only opportunity..."