Chapter 586 Night Demon Forest

After walking forty miles in the crowd and following a small path among the ruins, Liu Feng and his companions came to a broken wall.

The six people who were looking for information also followed.

There were three more eighth-level Buddhist practitioners in the group. The three people who were brought to the broken wall of the broken temple looked a little nervous.

"Hello, fellow Taoist. We are disciples of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect and are here to find them under the order of the sect master." Among the three, the middle-aged monk with a short beard explained his purpose.

The other two monks exchanged their spiritual consciousness, and the young monk said, "To be honest, fellow Taoist, you have offended the Baihua Pavilion, and our sect master is unlikely to help you. I advise you to leave the Pingtian Palace ruins as soon as possible."

As the three monks spoke, their eyes fell on the six people of the Rong family. At this moment, the expressions of the six people were quite puzzling to them. It seemed that they did not want to distance themselves from Liu Feng and stood behind him.

When they were confused, a voice was sent from the Buddha treasure on their bodies. After a spiritual sense, they found out that it was the master who had found the younger generation. He wanted not only the younger generation of the clan, but also the people who were traveling with him.

Before they responded to the voice, Liu Feng said, "Before your master comes to pick people up, I have something to ask you."

"First, how many forces are there in the ruins of Pingtian Palace where immortals and Buddhas are in charge? Second, which places are more dangerous here?"

Liu Feng said as he bombarded the three monks' spiritual sea with the spiritual sense method. This demon body also practiced the spirit refining method, which was more than enough to intimidate the three eight Buddha roots.

Just now, they had seen Liu Feng's demonic power, and now they were intimidated again. The three monks responded to Liu Feng's questions honestly with awe in their hearts.

As the three monks told the story, Liu Feng and others soon learned that there were less than ten forces in the ruins of Pingtian Palace where immortals and Buddhas were in charge, and many immortals and Buddhas in the sect were injured, so they came to this desolate northern land.

There are four dangerous places in this ruins. The first one is the cemetery of the original Pingtian Palace, followed by the Poison Palace, and the last two are the Night Demon Forest and an underground palace.

"This Pingtian Palace is divided into various halls. It may have originally gathered monks from various sects, and each hall represents a lineage of inheritance." The middle-aged monk with a short beard added.

Liu Feng wrote down what the three said, and then compared it with the news brought back by Yuan Ming and others, and there was no discrepancy.

At this time, two escape lights arrived one after another in the empty space above the ruins.

The latter had a stronger cultivation base, and a Sanskrit word was flicked to imprison the robe in front in the air.

The robe slipped to the ground, and the imprisoned woman, who had a semi-immortal cultivation base, said coldly: "Master of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect, you have not recovered from your injuries yet. Are you going to make things difficult for my Baihua Pavilion for this villain? He is so bold that he captured four nine-level elders in the Baihua Pavilion."

The group of people under the broken wall looked at it, and the three monks hurriedly leaned over to the short old man who had landed.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

The six people from the Rong family standing behind Liu Feng's demonic body, after reacting, knelt on one knee and bowed.

"The younger generation pays homage to the ancestor."

After the six people bowed, the skinny old woman thought of the family of the Great World and said sadly: "Ancestor, our family's inheritance in the Great World was cut off, all because of the Gongsun family."

The short old man was Rong Jing, the ancestor of the Rong family who arrived in time. He glanced at the six younger generations indifferently, without looking at them more, and did not pay much attention to what the younger generation named Rong Su said.

The rise and fall have their own destiny. His injuries are not light, and he has been in seclusion for many years. How can he always take care of the younger generation of the Great World.

"My name is Huitong. It is not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let me go to Wuyang Buddhist Sect first. There is a great magical power blessed by the sect master." Rong Jing glanced at everyone, and the corner of his eyes was vaguely circling around Liu Feng.

He didn't see who in this group of people he needed to be cautious of, and Liu Feng's real body should not be walking outside at this moment, because his magic skills did not match the real body of Liu Feng described by the abbot of Qianzhen Temple.

"The people of Baihua Pavilion came for me. Senior, please stop the half-immortal of Baihua Pavilion. I thank you." Liu Feng bowed his hands, but he was a little alert in his heart.

"You helped me to come to the virtual world, which must have been a lot of effort. I am just doing you a favor. The female cultivators of Baihua Pavilion have always been ignorant of their limits and deserve to be taught a lesson, but you'd better not take their lives."

Rong Jing waved his hand calmly, and a cassock with five-color patterns flew out.

The cassock was suspended in the air, and at Liu Feng's nod, everyone followed the leader of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect and landed on the cassock.

Leaving behind the half-immortal of Baihua Pavilion who was imprisoned in the air, the cassock flew westward.

After a short while, a gorgeous woman in colorful clothes came out of retreat and untied the Buddhist forbidden method on the half-immortal.

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The cassock flew three hundred feet above the ruins and headed west.

The further they went, the slower the loss of their vitality could be felt by the people in the cassock.

Rong Jing, the ancestor of the Rong family, had a kind face and saw what everyone was thinking. He said, "The Pingtian Palace ruins used to be an immortal sect with a leader. The magical powers blessed by the leaders of each generation have not completely dissipated to this day, and can protect living beings from the suffering of losing vitality."

"However, this ruins is getting worse year by year. After tens of thousands of years, it may no longer be able to protect living beings. At that time, we will have to find another place to live."

While listening to the introduction of the leader, Liu Feng secretly looked at the ruins and noticed the changes in the expressions of the six people in the Rong family.

The six people looked depressed at the moment. It seemed that Hui Tong's indifference made these juniors feel angry.

He didn't care about the destruction of the Rong family in the world, and because he brought his juniors to the virtual world, he said it was to repay some favors. This statement was barely reasonable, but Liu Feng would not let down his guard easily.

But no matter what, even if the leader of Wuyang Buddha Sect has bad intentions, he is not afraid. It would be better to take this opportunity and ask this person for advice on the virtual world.

He already knew that there were seven realms, four seas and three days in the virtual world, but he knew almost nothing about the sky beyond the three days.

"Junior, under the name Zendu, would like to ask Senior Huitong, is Tianwaitian in the virtual world, or is it independent?" Liu Feng asked.

Rong Jing's face showed a little surprise. A junior who had just entered the virtual world would actually think about the outer world, but even he usually had no idea about it.

"The poor monk has never been to Tianwai Tian. According to the words of the disciples of the major forces, Tianwai Tian is not in the virtual world. Many strange creatures among them have entered the virtual world and caused many disasters."

Liu Feng thanked him again and thought about asking some more questions about the major forces in the virtual world, but then he gave up on it.

Anyway, just in the wilderness alone, I don’t know much about it. You can find out on your own when you get out of the wilderness. And this Huitong obviously does not seem to be a well-informed person, and most of them have been in seclusion all year round.

The cassock fled forward, and after a while, it had penetrated deep into the ruins and reached the central area.

The area with a radius of more than 10,000 miles in the middle was divided among the sects that owned immortals and Buddhas according to the news that Zhao Yuanming and others had discovered.

Ahead, as far as the eye can see, there are two places that are different from ruins, but they are not like the houses and caves built by the Great Heaven and Earth Sect.

What comes into view is a large formation made of rocks, shaped like a big sword. There are monks entering and exiting on both sides of the sword for nearly a hundred miles. The other place is surrounded by stars and covers an area of ​​several hundred miles.

"Going forward are the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the Star Sword Sect. They settled here because there is a sword monument nearby, which is also one of the relics here."

Rong Jing drove his cassock around the two sword cultivating sects and passed by a ruins shrouded in white mist. There were many monks sitting cross-legged in the mist and comprehending.

Everyone in the group can sense the sharp aura from the fog, and if their spiritual senses look inside, they will be torn into pieces in an instant. This place should be the ruins of the sword monument.

While the few people who had their spiritual consciousness torn apart were surprised, Liu Feng jumped out of his cassock without any warning.

There was no other reason. What he sensed was different from others. He sensed that the dense kendo aura seemed to contain the Void Dharma.

The demonic body is connected with the original body, and it also practices the "Dongxu Buddhist Sutra", but the Void Dharma is just a step behind the original body.

"Wait for thirty breaths, this junior also wants to gain some insights."

The cassock stood in front of the ruins outside the white mist. The group looked at each other in confusion, wondering why Liu Feng was interested in the ruins of Jianxiu.

Rong Jing, the leader of Wuyang Buddha Sect, could not understand it even with his experience in the realm of true Buddha. In just thirty breaths, he wouldn't be able to understand why.

He didn't know that what Liu Feng wanted to understand was not the way of swordsmanship, but just the changes in the void.

Referring to the profound inheritance of Dongxu Island, it should not be difficult to note how the void here changes, not to mention complete understanding.

Ten breaths, twenty breaths... less than thirty breaths, at most twenty-five breaths, the figure of Liu Feng in the white mist left and returned.

But when he came back, there were no less than thirty sword cultivators chasing behind him, and they all looked hungry.

"Fellow Taoist, you can stay twenty feet close to the sword monument. You are really amazing. Please feel free to impart some insights."

"Fellow Taoist, don't leave in a hurry. I'll give you my four thousand years of sword cultivation experience in exchange."

"Fellow Taoist, can you gain anything from the sword monument? We, the Star Sword Sect, are willing to exchange for the sword talisman."

Among the nearly thirty sword cultivators, the one with the perfect form of sword light in the 19th realm was the fastest to catch up.

Liufeng Demon Dao body is still in the early stage of Nine Buddha Roots. Without using various external objects on his body, he is much slower than the Nine Realm Perfection Sword Cultivator.

But flying fast does not mean that the strength can suppress Liu Feng Demon Dao Body.

The sword light moved forward, trying to force Liu Feng to stay.

A swollen devil's claw brought out two methods of Buddhism, Taoism, and God Refining, knocking the sword light upside down.

The silhouette of an old man in black robes fell out of the sword light, with an angry look on his face. He put his fingers together, and a sharp aura wrapped around his fingertips, instantly turning into thousands of small swords.

"How dare you, a demon cultivator, be so presumptuous at the door of our Guiyuan Sword Sect?"

Thousands of sword shadows disappeared in a flash, and the next moment they enveloped Liu Feng's vitals.

In Liu Feng Demon Dao's body, the insect palace shrunk to the size of a fingernail trembled, and the voice of Yanyou Virgin Mary Liu Xiaoxiao came from it.

"There is no need to be polite to this old man. Anyway, Baihua Pavilion has been provoked, and this family is not too much. The two immortals dare to come and end it together."

Needless to say, Liu Feng wouldn't be polite.

Outside the White Tiger True Immortal Flag, the Xuanwu True Immortal Flag flew out. One of the two flags emitted layers of water to resist the sword shadow, and the other responded with thousands of gold threads.

The golden thread swept past, and the old swordsman in black robe was forced to dodge again and again, and his body retreated back into the depths of the white mist.

Seeing that Liu Feng was able to repel even the Nine Realm Perfect Sword Cultivator, the other pursuing sword cultivators retreated wisely.

They were polite, but their intention was needless to say. Of course, they were forcing people to stay. Whether they wanted to or not, they had to tell what they had gained in front of the sword monument.

But this person is not a soft persimmon, and the people who are traveling with him are from the Nine Realms. Unless immortals and Buddhas come here, it is impossible for him to stay.

On top of the cassock outside the white mist, Rong Jing opened his mouth to dissuade him at the right time: "Elder Leng, for the sake of this poor monk, how about we end this matter?"

Deep in the white mist, a cold snort filled with chilling meaning came out, without any politeness.

"My Sword Sect's Supreme Elder is in retreat. This matter must be reported to the Supreme Elder. When he comes out, he will make a decision on the matter."

Rong Jing's kind face turned cold slightly, but he didn't say much. He glanced at Liu Feng and waited for Liu Feng to return to the cassock before going deeper.

The others were horrified to see it, but Liu Feng himself had a calm expression and could only comprehend the changes in the void that he wrote down in front of the sword monument.

"The sword path contained in the sword marks on the sword monument is like the heavy and light rain, fast and slow... I don't need to pay attention to these, just look at the remaining sword energy on the sword monument, it is like teleportation appears out of thin air, and this change contains a mystery of the void."

Liu Feng compared the scriptures in the "Dongxu Buddhist Scripture" and felt the teleportation of the sword energy.

He knew that if he could understand the teleportation in the void method, he would be much faster in the future, without using the Wanling Buddha beads to perform the blood demon bloodline magic.

The cassock flew forward for another two thousand miles, and a large shadow fell diagonally in front. There was a strange forest in front of the left.

The group looked up, and Yuan Caihe, Ouyang Shuiling and other people below the ninth realm opened their mouths wide, and they looked up high to see the treetops.

The trees in the forest were several hundred feet high, and the taller ones were over a thousand feet high, and some were two thousand feet high and reached into the night sky.

Passing by this place, Liu Feng and several demon monks' eyes changed slightly. Although it was the first time they saw it, they could guess that this should be the Night Demon Forest in the ruins of Pingtian Palace.

Before entering, the demon cultivators were very excited and could sense the extremely pure demon energy in the forest, which was far from comparable to the secret realm of the demon sect in the world.

"Senior, where is this place?" Liu Feng asked tentatively.

Rong Jing looked calm, and explained casually as before: "This place is called Night Demon Forest. My Wuyang Buddhist Sect is just a little further ahead. If you take a detour, you need to pass through the other two sects that have some grudges. It is better to go through the forest. It is okay to go outside."

As he spoke, the three eight-level Buddhist cultivators in the cassock bowed their heads and said nothing, and their expressions could not be seen to change.

Liu Feng, who was keenly aware of the abnormality of the three people, seemed to be calm, but he was even more vigilant in his heart. When he thought of the worst possibility, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He did not stop the cassock from flying into the Night Demon Forest, and the dense demonic energy rushed towards him.

There was moonlight outside the forest, but once you enter the Night Demon Forest, it is pitch black with your naked eyes. Without using pupil skills, you can't see clearly even a hundred feet away.

Liu Feng's brows released spiritual power, which turned into a large number of spiritual power filaments, and explored the surrounding trees, and found that the demonic energy contained in the wood was even thicker.

"Hmm?" His eyes moved, and he found blood like a living creature in the trees.

The spiritual power filaments pulled and pulled, bringing back more than a dozen strands of blood, which made him feel a little happy.

"Senior, is there an eight-armed demon ape or its blood in this Night Demon Forest? I want to go in and get some." Liu Feng suddenly said.

In the darkness, Rong Jing on the cassock had a dim look in his eyes. He didn't expect Liu Feng to take the initiative to ask to go into the forest.

He was just trying to find an excuse to go a little deeper so that the True Buddha of Qianzhen Temple could block the way out, and Liu Feng's proposal was exactly what he wanted.

"I don't know if there is an eight-armed demon ape, but there must be a demon of the ape type. As long as we go no deeper than two hundred miles, it's okay to go in and get some demon blood. It's just right for me to get some spiritual medicine along the way."

As Rong Jing spoke, the cassock turned around and rushed into the depths of darkness with a group of people.

Liu Feng's eyes were even colder, and he used the power of this demon body to operate his eyes, and his field of vision instantly became much wider.

Far and near, the demonic energy outlined their shapes.

He could see a large number of demons, with bodies as slender as humans, dozens of feet long, with slender limbs clasped on the ground, all crawling, which was quite weird.