The remaining monks who followed the black-robed man saw their leaders flying away with Zhang Yifeng, so they also flew up and followed them.
In this way, Zhang Yifeng and his group of more than ten people flew out of Nether City in a mighty manner.
"By the way, aren't you afraid that I am someone specially sent by the Shell organization to trick you?"
Zhang Yifeng suddenly turned his head and said in a strange tone to the man in black robe following him.
"you!"
The man in black robe shivered in fright when he heard this. Zhang Yifeng waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: "I'm kidding you, I don't need these little tricks to trick you."
This is true. Zhang Yifeng doesn't need to use these little tricks to deal with them.
The man in black robe was speechless upon hearing this, and his eyes towards Zhang Yifeng became a little strange.
After leading people to fly all the way to the predicted location, Zhang Yifeng led a group of people to fall from the sky.
"Is this right here, but my consciousness didn't detect the aura of a monk at all?" The man in black robe couldn't help but asked Zhang Yifeng in a low voice after landing.
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand upon hearing this. If the location of the Shell organization could be discovered so easily, then what bad things could they do?
"It's not that simple! It's better to look at me!"
At this time, the importance of Zhang Yifeng holding the Blood Red Token was highlighted. He raised his hand to signal the black-robed man and others to stay quietly and hide their presence.
Zhang Yifeng took Ling and the two to the center of the desert, raised his hand and took out the identity token.
After injecting immortal power into it, the token began to shine with a blood-red light.
The next moment, the quicksand on the surface of the desert began to flow, and immediately an entrance for one person to enter and exit appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng.
However, Zhang Yifeng did not walk in immediately, but waited quietly outside the cave entrance.
After a while, two monks from the Shell Organization wearing bloody clothes and masks walked out of the tunnel.
When they saw the token in Zhang Yifeng's hand, their pupils shrank and they hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"I've seen the messenger!"
"No gifts, how is your plan going?"
"I'm telling you, Lord Messenger, that the plan is going on as scheduled, but there are really too few monks captured recently. We are preparing to release a semi-adult blood god to capture the monks."
The two shell organization monks knew everything about Zhang Yifeng in order to attract Zhang Yifeng's attention.
After all, if they have the opportunity to follow the envoy, it will definitely be a great blessing for them.
"It doesn't have to be so difficult, I've brought someone here for you."
Zhang Yifeng said lightly, then raised his finger to point to the man in black robe hiding in the distance, and waved to him.
Seeing Zhang Yifeng greeting him, the black-robed man frowned. After all, there were two monks from the Shell Organization beside him.
But when he thought about it, he could only believe Zhang Yifeng now.
Gritting his teeth, the man in black robe led a dozen of his men to Zhang Yifeng's side.
Seeing Zhang Yifeng coming with so many people, the two Shell Organization monks were overjoyed and looked at Zhang Yifeng with excitement.
"Thank you, Lord Messenger. With these more than ten monks, our progress can be accelerated! Come on, Lord Messenger, come in quickly. If the person in charge sees you coming, he will definitely be overjoyed."
The words of the two Shell Organization monks made the black-robed man who led people to Zhang Yifeng have a bad thought in his heart.
Moreover, these two people actually called Zhang Yifeng the messenger, and the eyes of the man in black suddenly became sharp.
However, Zhang Yifeng took advantage of the moment when the two Shell Organization monks turned back to the tunnel and secretly cast a reassuring look at the man in black robes.
Things have reached this point, and the man in black robe has no choice but to follow Zhang Yifeng.
Bite the bullet, the man in black robe led the people behind Zhang Yifeng and Ling and walked all the way down the tunnel.
Fortunately, the tunnel became wider and wider as we walked, and in the end it was no problem even if Zhang Yifeng and others were standing side by side.
When Zhang Yifeng reached the end of the tunnel, what appeared in front of him were the shell monks dressed in blood-clothed clothes and busy going back and forth.
Walking towards Zhang Yifeng was a middle-aged man with a thin stature and a cold face. Judging from his dignified appearance, he should be the person in charge mentioned by the two shell organization monks.
The moment he saw Zhang Yifeng, the middle-aged man hurriedly came up to him, nodding and bowing to Zhang Yifeng.
"You must be the envoy. I have heard that you have come to the land of alienation before. Because my situation here is special and my work is too busy, I couldn't go over to see you at the first time. Please be kind to the envoy."
Forgive me."
"It doesn't matter, everyone is working hard for Hui's ambitious goal. I understand your sadness!"
Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly, patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and then glanced at the independent rooms around him.
"Are all the blood gods here being transformed?"
"Not entirely, Sir Messenger. Only a few of them are blood gods who are being transformed. The rest are new technologies we are researching. It is too troublesome to capture the monks manually. We are studying how to create flesh and blood with vitality. Then we will
Further, directly create the physical body of a monk with cultivation level."
The man became more and more excited as he talked, and directly revealed all the plans he was responsible for to Zhang Yifeng: "In this way, the chances of the shell organization being exposed will be greatly reduced, and at the same time, the speed of the Blood God's transformation plan will be greatly increased.
"
Just as Zhang Yifeng was about to continue asking, the door of a nearby room suddenly opened, and several shell tissue monks pushed a man whose whole body was twitching and whose skin was covered with strange green moss toward another room.
"Oh, please don't be offended, Lord Messenger. This is the product of our failed experiment. We will take care of it."
When the middle-aged manager saw Zhang Yifeng's eyes fixed on the product of the failed experiment, he suddenly panicked, thinking that he was not satisfied with the failure of the experiment.
However, in fact, Zhang Yifeng felt a surge of anger in his heart.
They don't take human life seriously and even use monks to conduct experiments. It seems that these guys from the Shell Organization are all a bunch of heartless people.
Not only Zhang Yifeng, but even the man in black robe, who had done a lot of dirty and bad things in Netherworld City, felt angry when he saw this scene.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhang Yifeng nodded to the middle-aged principal with a calm expression.
"The most important thing now is the Blood God Project. These things can be put aside later. No wonder you are so short of people here. It turned out that you were studying these things."
Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly as he spoke, without showing much expression, but the middle-aged boss noticed it.
Suddenly there was a thump in his heart. Originally, he was planning to wait until the matter was completed before reporting the matter to his superiors.
His reward will definitely be indispensable when the time comes.
But now that Zhang Yifeng saw the product of his failure, the middle-aged boss inevitably panicked.