Qiankun Gourd

In the wild continent, there is no grass growing on this land, only gusts of wind and flying yellow soil.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the air. Demonic energy filled the depths of the crack, which seemed out of tune with the blue sky.

Ye Feng sat upright in the cave, ready to try again. He closed his eyes slightly, released his soul, and began to sense the slight connection with the Black Tortoise Ice Turtle.

About three days and three nights later, a familiar feeling appeared in his mind, but this feeling was quickly blocked by a mass of evil energy.

"Damn it! I just sensed the location of the Black Tortoise Ice Turtle and it was blocked!"

Ye Feng cursed inwardly and slowly opened his eyes. He held his chin and began to think.

"Is the demonic energy so strong? There is no such place in the spirit world. There is only one possibility, it is the demon world!"

"Could it be that when Yun'er ascended, he accidentally fell into the demon world?"

Ye Feng had a bad feeling in his heart.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Hu Ling'er saw Ye Feng looking worried and asked with concern.

"Nothing? It's just that just now, I found the location of the Black Tortoise Ice Turtle, and was suddenly blocked by a ball of demonic energy!"

Ye Feng said,

"Ling'er! Such a strong demonic energy, do you know where in the spirit world there is?"

"The demonic energy that can block the soul's perception! If I'm guessing correctly, it must be the demonic energy between the cracks in the spiritual world and the demon world. The demonic energy there is the heaviest!"

"I guess the Black Tortoise must be in the Demon Realm, and you sensed the space rift between the Spirit Realm and the Demon Realm!"

Hu Ling'er analyzed it and said.

"Oh? That's right, what you said is more accurate than my guess. So, Yun'er and the Black Tortoise Ice Turtle really fell into the Demon Realm?"

"That would be terrible!"

After hearing Hu Ling'er's words, Ye Feng's face became even uglier.

"I don't know how they are doing in the demon world. I must rescue them!"

Ye Feng stood up and clenched his fists.

"Sir, with your current level of cultivation, I'm afraid you will perish before you even get through the space node!"

"My suggestion is to first improve your cultivation to the late stage of fusion. It won't be too late to go after you have the magic power of the Mahayana stage for 300 years!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was a little impulsive, Hu Ling'er hurriedly warned him,

"Otherwise, before you rescue the mistress, you won't be able to come back either!"

After hearing Hu Ling'er's words, Ye Feng was not overwhelmed and quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath.

"Yes! Ling'er, you are right. I was too excited just now! I wanted to bring Yun'er to my side as soon as possible! I forgot about the danger!"

"We must intensify our training and raise our cultivation to the late stage of fusion as soon as possible!"

Ye Feng finally calmed down.

Suddenly he thought of something.

"A rift in space between the spirit world and the demon world? Isn't that a sign of the coming of the demonic calamity?"

"It looks like the devil's calamity is about to come!"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

"Young Master, you are right! The space crack is the prelude to the devil's calamity, but there are still a hundred years before the devil's calamity. Young Master can use this hundred years to improve his cultivation."

"Once the demonic calamity comes, you can use these spatial cracks to go to the demonic world and bring the mistress back safely."

Hu Ling'er said again.

"That's right! I have no choice but to raise my cultivation to the late stage of fusion within a hundred years!"

Ye Feng made up his mind secretly.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt a powerful figure in his consciousness, flying towards Tianxia Peak.

"Whose aura is this? A cultivator in the Mahayana stage!"

Ye Feng saw this blurry figure and quickly determined the person's cultivation level through the aura emanating from him.

This person is not an ordinary Mahayana cultivator. He has very strong magical powers and may be one of the six holy ancestors in the spiritual world.

Wanli...,

Thousand Miles...,

The figure appeared outside Ye Feng's cave in the blink of an eye.

"The visitor is evil!"

Ye Feng finally saw the appearance of the person who came. This person had a pair of long horns on his shoulders, wore a purple robe, had long green hair, had a dark complexion, was tall and thin, and looked to be in his forties or fifties.

From his appearance, Ye Feng had already guessed something. This person was none other than the Mahayana cultivator of the Jiaochi clan, Jiaochi Saint Ancestor. He also guessed why this Saint Ancestor came.

He had no chance of winning against this Saint Ancestor. Even if the Stone Spirit Sword Servant took action, he would definitely not be a match for this Saint Ancestor.

"Han Ying, get out here!"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi shouted loudly to Ye Feng in the cave.

Ye Feng did not dare to delay and hurried out of the cave.

"Junior Han Ying greets senior. I wonder why you came to my cave!"

Ye Feng bowed respectfully and said.

"Don't play dumb with me! Is my third disciple Jiao Xiu here with you?"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi looked at Ye Feng coldly and said.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao Xiu! He is indeed here!"

Ye Feng's mind moved slightly, and the puppet made with Jiao Xiu's soul flew out.

"You... you Han Ying, you actually turned my disciple into a puppet! I will kill you..."

Ye Feng had already made preparations. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would definitely not sit there and wait for death. At worst, he would just run away.

However, just as Saint Ancestor Jiaochi was about to take action, he gritted his teeth and put his hand down.

"Humph! If the demonic calamity wasn't approaching and my spirit world wasn't in need of people, I would have killed you with one palm strike!"

"Release my apprentice!"

Ye Feng also didn't expect that Saint Ancestor Jiaochi would hold back.

"Yes!"

Ye Feng agreed, clasped his hands together, and a black light shot out from his hands, hitting the puppet beside him. He immediately lost contact with the puppet.

In front of an old monster in the Mahayana period, no matter what tricks he played, it would be in vain. All he could do was to do as the other party wanted to avoid the other party's real attack.

However, Ye Feng's thinking was too simple. He had just cut off the connection with the puppet when a black light shot out from the hand of Saint Ancestor Jiaochi.

The black light was extremely fast and arrived in front of Ye Feng in an instant. Fortunately, Ye Feng had a strong spiritual sense and a very fast reaction speed. He immediately waved his hand and a huge Wuji Bagua appeared.

Bang!

The black light hit the Wuji Bagua hard!

A powerful force swept towards Ye Feng, knocking him flying and hitting the stone wall behind him with a bang.

With a "Puff!", Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Hmm? Did this kid just use the Taixuan Sect's Taixuan Gong?"

"Could this boy be a cultivator of the human race? Not a cultivator of the True Spirit Race?"

"No, he clearly has the aura of a True Spirit Clan?"

Seeing this scene, countless question marks appeared in the mind of Saint Ancestor Jiaochi.

"Could it be that this boy is both a cultivator of the human race and a cultivator of the True Spirit Race?"

At this time, Jiao Xiu's puppet also woke up.

"Master! Master, kill him. He is the one who destroyed your disciple's body!"

At this moment, Jiao Xiu's puppet sensed that it was no longer under Ye Feng's control, and seeing that Jiao Chi Shengzu was here, it pointed at Ye Feng and shouted viciously.

"Shut up! You useless thing, if you are not as skilled as others, just keep talking!"

Saint Ancestor Jiaochi slapped Jiaoxiu in the face.