Dongji Mengdie has always been with Ye Feng and his family, but her identity as a contemporary saint of the Shen Sect is too sensitive after all. Soon the elders of the Shen Sect came, holding the decree of the ancestor of the fairyland, and asked her to return to the Shen Sect.
This Shenzong elder did not show any expression to Ye Feng's family. His expression was very calm, with a hint of indifference.
"Go ahead and practice well, don't worry about us." Dongji Youran was very aware of the lofty status of the ancestor of Xianjing in Shenzong, so he stepped forward to persuade Dongji Mengdie to go back.
However, Dongji Mengdie didn't want to leave. She was afraid that if she left, those people with different intentions would deal with Ye Feng and his family.
"Go back. If you don't want to stay in Shenzong within ten years, I will come to pick you up personally." Ye Feng also stepped forward and said with a smile.
The Shenzong elder who came to pass on the ancestor's decree looked at Ye Feng in surprise, obviously not expecting that this young man was so arrogant and conceited.
However, he did not care about Ye Feng, a junior. If he had not followed the ancestor's decree and came here to convey the order, he would not have come here.
Dongji Mengdie left after all. After experiencing the last separation from Murong Yunxue, Ye Feng's state of mind did not have any disturbance this time.
He knew very well in his heart that in the final analysis, his strength was still not strong enough. He wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible. What he lacked most was time.
But the most important thing is to get through this difficult time.
In the Shenzong meeting hall, he took out two priceless treasures. In addition, many people had doubted that the skills he practiced were extraordinary. At this moment, the city of God seemed calm, but in fact, there was an undercurrent surging, and a pair of eyes were hidden.
Spying on their family's every move in the dark.
"Mom, can you tell me how to contact the Xueyinmen?"
After finding an inn and staying, Ye Feng asked Dongji Youran.
"The Xueyin Sect has a long history and is very mysterious. You must be careful when dealing with them." Dongji Youran reminded.
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, and asked Tong Fei, Xu Mengniang and Xiaolong to stay in the inn to protect Ye Qin and Dongji Youran. He left the inn alone.
As a sect that is proficient in assassination, the Xueyin Sect's intelligence network can be said to have spread throughout the Nine Yangs Five Realms. This divine city is the iconic city of Dongzhou and the location of the Shenzong's holy domain, so naturally there will be a contact point for the Xueyin Sect.
Ye Feng originally thought that the contact point of a killer force such as the Xueyinmen must be very hidden, but the actual result is exactly the opposite.
On one of the most prosperous streets in the city of God, there is an attic that is the most special. The entire body is made of a special blood-red material. There are no other shops doing business near this blood-red attic. It seems to have
Some kind of evil or unknown.
"The killer forces dare to be so blatant, this is the real awesome one." Ye Feng was speechless and walked straight to the bloody loft.
"Squeak."
No one opened the door to the bloody attic, and it was dark and rumbling inside, giving people a gloomy feeling.
Passers-by nearby were deliberately taking detours. Most people didn't know the origin of this bloody loft, but once they got close, they would feel the biting chill, which was terrifying, so they instinctively stayed away.
"The Bloody Pavilion is so evil that even the disciples of the Shenzong Sanctuary are unwilling to approach it. Who is that young man? He is actually standing in front of the door of the Bloody Pavilion."
"The door is open, isn't he going in?"
Passers-by whispered, but no one came forward. They were obviously quite afraid of the bloody attic. It was said that this attic had been built in the divine city for tens of millions of years, and it had a long and scary history.
Even if a strong man in the Martial Master and Semi-immortal Realm uses panacea to extend his life, his lifespan is only two to three hundred years at most. In millions of years, countless talented and beautiful people have been buried in the dust. In this divine city, it is estimated that
Only those high-ranking fairyland ancestors know the true origin of this attic.
Ye Feng did not hesitate and walked into the bloody attic where everyone in the city was talking and changing their expressions.
After Ye Feng's family left the Shenzong Holy Domain, countless eyes and ears were always paying attention to his every move. The news that he entered the Bloody Pavilion quickly spread to some elders and protectors of the Shenzong.
There are more than a hundred elders in the Shen Sect, and there are countless protectors. However, the only people who know the origin of the Scarlet Pavilion are the core members of the Dongji clan and the direct descendants of the ancestor whose surname is Fairyland.
"Why is he looking for the Xueyin Sect?" Zhong Guming is not a member of the Dongji clan, but among the immortal ancestors of the Shenzong, there is one named Zhong, who is one of the ancestors of his lineage.
"It is said that Ye Feng was once assassinated by the Blood Hidden Gate. Dongji Youran knows that is the contact point of the Blood Pavilion. What is he going to do?"
Some other elders also got the news, and everyone was full of doubts, not knowing Ye Feng's purpose.
The blood-colored attic was dark, with almost no light. The sun was shining brightly outside the attic, but it was completely opposite inside. It seemed like two different worlds were separated by a door.
"Young man, what brings you here?"
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded in the darkness, and Ye Feng felt a chill. Suddenly he looked back and saw a trembling old man appearing behind him at some point.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, which were the traces left by the vicissitudes of time. He was holding an oil lamp in his hand. As for the blood-colored attic door, it had been closed unknowingly.
There was darkness all around, and only the oil lamp held by the old man filled the air with a faint light, making the atmosphere here seem gloomy and eerie.
"Junior Ye Feng, I have met my senior." Ye Feng bowed his hands and saluted.
This old man could appear behind him silently, and his aura was unfathomable. At the very least, he was a being above the martial saint realm.
A smile appeared on the old man's face. He looked a little cold and said hoarsely: "Young man, since you have found this place, you must know where this place is."
"Junior knows." Ye Feng nodded.
"Tell me who you want to kill and sell it for a price." The old man put the oil lamp in his hand on the table next to him and stared at Ye Feng with his cloudy old eyes and asked.
Ye Feng shook his head, "This junior is not trying to kill anyone, but I just want to ask for something."
"Young man, you are in the wrong place. We only kill people." The old man frowned, "You can leave."
The old man picked up the oil lamp and gave the order to expel the guests.
"Senior, I have an old relationship with the founder of the Xueyin Sect." Ye Feng said.
The old man's back was slightly startled, and he suddenly turned back to look at Ye Feng, "I remember that my ancestor once withdrew a business to assassinate you."
Hearing this, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the other party knew this, it would be much easier to handle.
"What's the matter with you? Tell me." The old man did not turn around and leave, obviously because of the friendship between Ye Feng and his ancestor.
After Ye Feng pondered for a moment, he said: "This junior wants to meet the Xueyin Patriarch."
"The Patriarch hides in the world and pays little attention to worldly grudges. Unless you have something very important, I will not help you contact the Patriarch." The old man was unmoved and said very coldly.
Obviously, this old man controls the stronghold of the Blood Hidden Sect in the Divine City and has already learned about Ye Feng's family being expelled from the Divine Sect.
"Senior only needs to tell Patriarch Xueyin that Ye Feng knows the whereabouts of the third gourd." Ye Feng said sternly.
The old man stared at Ye Feng for a long time, and the dark space seemed to have a strange atmosphere.
"You should go back first. I will report it. As for whether the Patriarch will see you, I am not sure." The old man waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness with the oil lamp.
"Squeak..."
The door of the bloody attic opened automatically. Ye Feng stood in the darkness and saw the brilliant light outside the door.
When Ye Feng walked out of the bloody attic and returned to the inn where his parents lived, he saw a lot of people gathered near the inn from a distance.
"Shopkeeper, we have already paid a sum of yuan stones in advance, why do you want us to move out?"
In the inn, Xu Mengniang and the shopkeeper were arguing.
"I have rented this inn and paid double the amount of yuan stones. Of course you have to move out."
At this moment, a group of people poured into the inn, led by a young and handsome young man, with a folding fan swaying in his hand and an arrogant look on his brows.
"There are many inns in the city, why did you choose to book the one we are staying in?" Xu Mengniang looked coldly at Tong Fei, whose aura was vaguely visible, with a bad look on his face.
"What does it have to do with you which inn I want to book?" The young master sneered and glanced at Xu Mengniang with amusement, "You are a good-looking little lady, why don't you stay and be a concubine for me?
how?"
"Are you looking for death?" Xu Mengniang's murderous intent sprouted, and the coercion of a powerful Martial Emperor pervaded the entire inn.
Although the young master brought many people, they were all with cultivation levels below the Emperor Realm. Feeling the pressure of the Martial Emperor Realm, their expressions immediately changed.
"In this sacred city, no one dares to touch a member of my Dongji clan!" A cold shout suddenly came from outside the passenger station, and then a middle-aged man strode in. The invisible majesty was immediately offset.
He was relieved of the pressure of Xu Mengniang's aura.
"My son has booked this inn, you can find somewhere else." The middle-aged man, dressed in brocade clothes, looked at Xu Mengniang and Tong Fei with a sneer.
This middle-aged man was obviously a strong Martial Emperor, and he announced his family status as soon as he came up. He was from the Dongji clan. Although he was just an ordinary member of the outer clan, he was not someone that ordinary people could provoke.
Xu Mengniang and Tong Fei naturally knew what this meant. Those who had different intentions in Shenzong obviously wanted to use this method to force them out of the city.
Even if they leave this inn, they will never be able to find another inn to stay in. All the major inns in the entire divine city have probably been blocked.
"roar!"
At this moment, a deep dragon roar came from the second floor of the inn, followed by a bolt of golden lightning, and a thick dragon tail that looked like it was made of gold, whipped towards the middle-aged man and the young prince.
"The evil beast is so arrogant!"
The middle-aged man shouted coldly, and his Gang Qi Dao force circulated, and his whole body glowed, trying to resist the blow.
"boom!"
There was a dull loud noise that echoed endlessly, and the whole inn shook violently, and several figures were instantly blown out of the inn.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
The bodies of the dozen or so Martial King Realm masters brought by the young master exploded into a mist of blood in mid-air. The blood mixed with bone fragments spattered in all directions, causing bursts of screams to be heard from the crowd on the street outside the inn.
The middle-aged man's mouth was bleeding, and he was holding his son in his hand. The young man's face was pale at the moment. If his father hadn't protected him at the critical moment, he would have suffered the same fate as those people.
Everyone raised their eyes and looked towards the inn, and saw a huge head sticking out from the door of the inn. The dragon's beard was flying, the whole body was shining with bright golden light, and there was a single horn as sharp as a sword on the head, which was ferocious.
It had a terrifying mouth and roared at the middle-aged father and son in mid-air.