Ye Feng drank heavily from the spiritual spring water he had obtained before to recover from his injuries, while maintaining his strength and running quickly.
Suddenly a huge cliff appeared ahead.
Beneath the cliff is an abyss, bottomless.
"Hahaha, boy, you are dead!"
The young man with magic patterns laughed loudly: "You are at the end of your rope."
"Yeah?"
Ye Feng's eyes were fierce, he stepped suddenly, and jumped directly into the abyss under the cliff.
Ye Feng now has no strength to use Ziyun Wing anymore.
The true energy in his body has dried up and was completely consumed in the escape just now.
"What? Boy, you actually have the courage to commit suicide!"
The young man with the magic pattern made a frightened and angry voice.
He watched Ye Feng falling into the abyss under the cliff, hesitated for a moment, and did not jump down.
Even if the strong King Wu can fly, his flight is only for a short period of time and he cannot sustain it for a long time.
The young man with the magic pattern didn't know how deep the abyss under the cliff was, so he didn't dare to gamble.
"Shua"
"Shua"
But at this moment, several disciples wearing Sky Poison Sect costumes flew from a distance, and they turned out to be masters of the One-Step Martial King.
Several people came behind the young man with the magic pattern, quickly knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists, saying: "I'm sorry, Great Protector, but I'm late!"
The young man with the magic pattern is called Mo Jiu. He is the great protector of the Sky Poison Sect. He has great strength, profound cultivation, and supreme majesty.
Mo Jiu said calmly: "That boy's vitality is too tenacious. Even if he jumps into this abyss, I don't believe he will die. You go and gather all the experts from our Sky Poison Sect and take a detour to search under this cliff.
If I want to find that kid, I want to see him alive, and I want to see his body even if he dies!"
"Yes, Great Protector!"
Several Tiandu Sect disciples clasped their fists and scattered towards the distance.
Mo Jiu put his hands behind his back, stared at the abyss, smiled coldly, and turned around to leave.
…
"wide awake!"
"You must wake up!"
At this time, Ye Feng was falling rapidly.
He felt the biting cold wind like a knife blowing on his skin from under the abyss, as if it was cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
The terrifying pain constantly stimulated Ye Feng's nerves, preventing him from passing out.
"Purple Cloud Wings!"
Ye Feng used the remaining energy in his body and condensed a pair of purple wings on his back, barely able to stabilize his body.
But under his feet, there was still an infinite abyss. The cliff was so steep that it was impossible to see what was under the cliff.
But Ye Feng knew that when he fell to the ground, he must not land directly under the cliff.
Because Ye Feng knew very well that the people from Tiandu Sect must be guarding there.
So at this time, Ye Feng flapped his wings hard, trying to stay away from the original position during the fall.
In a daze, Ye Feng flew and fell for who knows how long.
Finally, Ye Feng couldn't hold on anymore and fell from a high altitude.
However, Ye Feng felt somewhat reassured because he was now very far away from the area where he fell vertically before.
The strong men of Tiandu Sect should be under the cliff for the time being and cannot find themselves.
"Demon Lord Armor."
The moment before he fell into coma, Ye Feng had a thought in his mind, and his whole body was immediately covered with layers of black, hard and ferocious armor.
"I hope I won't be eaten by wild beasts..."
This was Ye Feng's last thought before his entire consciousness fell into coma.
When Ye Feng woke up, he found that his whole body was still wrapped in the Demon Lord's armor.
But when his eyes looked outside through the metal mask.
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment.
He found that he was now contained in a huge transparent glass cover.
This transparent glass cover was placed on a huge auction stage.
Surrounded by a huge auction house, the place was crowded with people.
At this time, Ye Feng saw an old man with a gray beard next to him, introducing the whole auction in a measured tone.
"This ancient armor was obtained from the depths of the wilderness at our auction."
The old man with a gray beard pointed at the ferocious armor covered from head to toe in the glass cover next to him, and said with a smile: "According to the appraisal of the treasure appraiser at our auction, this set of armor is at least
They are all Xuan-level armors."
"Xuan level armor!"
"hiss!"
Upon hearing the words of the old auctioneer, everyone in the entire auction house took a sharp breath of air.
Armored soldiers are extremely rare to begin with.
And Xuan level armor is even more priceless.
"I will give you 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones!"
A young man in yellow spoke up and raised the sign in his hand.
"Young Master of Ziyan Pavilion, you have just snatched a Xuan-level spiritual sword. Do you want to swallow all the treasures for yourself?"
A big man in black smiled coldly, raised the sign in his hand, and said loudly: "I am offering 20,000 high-grade spiritual stones. I am bound to get this ancient armor. If anyone dares to increase the price, don't blame me for being rude!"
…
At this time, Ye Feng, who was wrapped in the Demon Lord's armor, was a little confused.
what's the situation?
How did you become a "treasure" in the auction?
"Could it be that after I fell into a coma in the wilderness, the Demon Lord's armor covered my whole body, making people think it was a discarded ancient armor, and led me out of the wilderness."
Ye Feng thought in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more possible it became.
He had never used the Demon Lord's armor to fight against the enemy because he was afraid that he would not be able to kill the young man with the demon pattern from the poisonous sect that day, and he would also be exposed as the mysterious demon genius that the entire Zhetian Alliance was hunting for.
But now Ye Feng looks around, it seems that no one recognizes the Demon Lord armor he is wearing, and just thinks that this armor is an ordinary ancient armor.
In this way, Ye Feng was relieved. It seemed that the place he was in now might be a small city on the edge of the wilderness. No one could recognize that it was the Demon Lord's armor.
In fact, it was normal for Ye Feng to think about it.
Although he wore the Demon Lord's armor in the Demon City and fought against Long Zhetian, which shocked the world.
Everyone knows that a peerless and mysterious demon genius appeared in the Great Yan Dynasty, wearing a demon armor.
But how many people have actually seen the Demon Lord Armor?
Even if the Demon Lord's armor is placed in front of their eyes, 99% of the people in the Great Yan Dynasty may not recognize it.
Ye Feng thought of this and suddenly felt that as long as he didn't use the Demon Lord's armor in front of some big shots, he wouldn't be exposed easily.
"Oops, the energy in my body has been exhausted and is far from recovered. I have to find a safe place to recuperate before I deal with the young man with the magic pattern from the Sky Poison Sect."