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Yan Feng looked at the butcher who was lying in front of him and didn't dare to move at all, listening to the butcher's words little by little, the cold light in his eyes became more and more cold.

Originally... It was not this Holy Son Shen's direct order to him.

It's a thing like a bounty released by the Holy Son Shen!

The name of the Three Holy Sons of the Blood God Sect was too big, and this news was like the wind, and it soon swept across the killing realm.

Yan Feng's appearance is not a problem, it only takes a phantom to make people familiar.

And the meaning of this reward is also very simple, whoever can kill Yan Feng, his holy son Shen will ensure that person is alive to enter the top 1,000!

Maybe this is nothing for Yan Feng, and it is not attractive to the other Six Holy Sects, and even the children of some first-order sects are equally disdainful.

But for the second order or below... It's different.

If you kill one person, you can enter the top 1,000 alive, and the person who offered the reward is just a cave, with the name of the Holy Son Shen, this will definitely not be a blank check.

With this equivalent code, naturally some people will be willing to do it, and this butcher is one of them.

It's just that he regrets it now... I regret that I shouldn't have lost my brains.

Holy Son Shen made it very clear in the bounty that it was a cave sky, which was indeed true, Yan Feng was indeed a cave heaven realm, but Holy Son Shen never said it... How powerful is this cave heaven?

Yan Feng finished listening to the butcher's words and stood up.

"Just... That's all!" the butcher lay on the ground, his body trembling slightly, and he looked up slightly at the expression on Yan Feng's face.

"Where is the Holy Son Shen now?"

Yan Feng asked lightly, revenge will be avenged... Since this Holy Son Shen is like this to himself, if he doesn't return the salute, wouldn't it seem that he is too uninteresting.

"News, news is coming from the side of Shengming Mountain!" the butcher hurriedly replied.

Shengming Mountain... Yan Feng knew that in this place, people who entered the killing realm would all be scattered on the edge of the killing realm, and the center of this killing realm was a mountain, which was called Shengming Mountain.

Every 100 years of the Demon Saint Ceremony, there will be a demon soldier on the top of the Holy Ming Mountain, this demon soldier is put by the Demon Zun himself, and the power is huge.

If you get this thing, it is enough to sweep the powers and stand out as the first in points.

In addition, there is a latent rule, often the person who captures this thing may become a disciple of the Demon Venerable in the end.

In the nine Demon Saint Classics that have come so far, the Demon Venerable has accepted a total of three apprentices, and these three apprentices are not all the first place in the end, but without exception, they are all the demon soldiers who have won the Holy Ming Mountain in the killing realm!

Therefore, for the disciples of the Six Holy Sect and those dark horses who conceal their strength, it is not a problem to enter the top 1,000 at all, what they want to fight for is not some bullshit ranking, but the demon soldiers on the top of this Holy Ming Mountain!

If you guessed correctly, those disciples of the Six Holy Sect had been aiming at this demon soldier from the very beginning, and from the moment they entered the killing realm, they were all heading towards Shengming Mountain.

As for the points, just kill a few dozen on the way.

After figuring out this, Yan Feng glanced at the butcher, and a slight finger fell, and a sword qi condensed from his fingertips, and in an instant, it rushed into the butcher's body, and the butcher suddenly wailed.

A sword qi cut off the ** of the ten in his body, and the aura of the peak of the nine palaces dissipated in an instant, falling into the cave sky, and it did not stop, and it fell straight to the spiritual void before it stopped, and the butcher lay on the ground, but in the wind and snow, it was a cold sweat.

Yan Feng's sword qi directly cut off his path to promotion.

Spiritual cultivation, whether you can get out alive depends on luck.

"Spare your life this time, if you want to get out alive, find a place to hide, and don't come out again. ”

Yan Feng left such a sentence, and went straight to the center of this killing realm.

Holy Son Shen... There was murderous intent in Yan Feng's eyes!

The butcher lying on the ground has no complaints at the moment, the people of the demon world are all ruthless, and he also knows very well that the moment he was trampled on the ground, his fate was already doomed.

Yan Feng only cut his own cultivation, but did not kill himself, he was already burning high incense in his heart.

If you don't have a cultivation, you can cultivate again, but if your life is gone, you won't have anything to play.

The butcher hurriedly got up, and tried to find a place to hide, but only a stick of incense passed.

The butcher's corpse, floating above the surface of the icy lake that had shattered himself, his eyes wide as the shattered ice drifted.

Yan Feng didn't kill him, but it didn't mean that others didn't kill him, he abolished his cultivation, the spiritual void realm, and it was too difficult to survive in the killing realm.

The entire killing realm is only a radius of 10,000 miles, and there are 100,000 people entering the killing realm, that is to say, there are ten people within a radius of one mile...

Everywhere in the killing realm, there is a scuffle, and no one can guarantee that he will suddenly appear behind and stab himself with a knife.

For these, Yan Feng has seen too many along the way, and before he knows it, the number on his push order has become three, and the ranking has risen to fifty-six thousand twenty-one.

These people who were killed by Yan Feng were all killed by themselves, without exception, these people thought that Yan Feng was a shrimp and wanted to swallow Yan Feng, but they didn't expect... This shrimp is the real king crab!

Now that he had already passed through the previous iceberg, Yan Feng was in a jungle at this moment, where the grass and trees were all jet black, and the trees were towering, each of which was at least thirty zhang high, with lush branches and leaves, and people could not see a human figure at all when they sneaked into it.

At this moment, the sound of weapons clamming in Yan Feng's ears sounded, and with a slight glance, hundreds of feet away from Yan Feng, there were five people fighting in a scuffle.

For this scuffle, he only glanced at Yan Feng and no longer paid attention to it, this kind of chaotic war, Yan Feng has seen no less than dozens of cases along the way.

But then there was a violent roar from the place where the five people were fighting, and even Yan Feng sensed the strength of this power, and couldn't help but stare slightly.

The five people who existed a moment ago are now gone... Perhaps rather, it has been reduced to ashes.

The big trees within a radius of dozens of zhang are also lazy and broken, and a man is wearing a blood-red brocade robe.

Yan Feng couldn't help frowning, this person's clothes were exactly the same as the Holy Son Shen in front of the Gate of the Killing Realm!

Just as Yan Feng looked over, this person also looked at Yan Feng.

The two stared at each other for ten breaths, and finally the man in the blood-robed brocade robe smiled faintly.

"Under the Blood God Sect Holy Son Mo. ”

Yan Feng's ears heard this voice.

"My name is Maple Flame. ”

Yan Feng thought for a while, and also reported a name, in the demon world, of course, it was not his real name.

Hearing the name, this Holy Son Mo just smiled faintly, and then left.

Yan Feng couldn't help frowning, the touch of contempt in his heart at this moment was eliminated, he had entered the killing realm before, and he thought that his strength comparable to the heavenly realm was enough to sweep the same level.

However, this Holy Son Mo, although his cultivation is at the peak of the Nine Palaces, his strength is so strong that he is afraid that he is not inferior to the Heavenly Realm at all.

Holy Son Mo can be like this, who knows if there will be more powerful people in the Six Holy Sects?!

Taking a deep breath, Yan Feng headed towards Shengming Mountain again!

Shengming Mountain... It is the place where all the strong gather to compete!