According to King Huangji, tens of thousands of practitioners who crossed the Sanchakou to choose the demon realm, except for those who were not very interested and had some opportunities, the rest were all refined to death in the demon realm of Huangji. Such a number was really shocking.

Seeing that Ling Feng had said everything the other party should have said, he had already made a decision in his heart.

He had no intention of retreating and pointed his right hand towards the road on the far right: "If it is a road, someone will always break through, and if it is a door, someone will always open. I will break through your Ten Thousand Demons Saint Art today to break a record for the world!"

Ling Feng came this time to pursue the most powerful magic, so he firmly chose the path of the saint of all demons!

When he heard that Ling Feng had chosen the path of the Ten Thousand Demons Saints, the Phantom of the Wilderness King, which was originally scattered into three, was immediately reorganized into one and stood at the front of the path Ling Feng pointed out.

The King of Huangji, who was united, pointed at Ling Feng and was stunned and angry: "The son is not taught! He is obsessed with it! He is obsessed with it!"

The sounds are filled with three together, just like a leading voice, and there will be two endless echoes.

Ling Feng was domineering and was vicious towards the side of his courage. He grabbed the Bianyi Sword from the Qingyun Ring with his right hand, and stabbed straight into the phantom that overlapped the Huangji King, to show his determination!

"Wow—"

The phantom of King Huangji was stabbed and dissipated into the sky by Ling Feng's sword. Ling Feng's figure also stepped forward, crossing the sign that was fast-paced by the "Human Fire Realm" and the path of the saints of all demons on the far right.

Once this road, the heat surrounding Ling Feng immediately rose again. Before he could reach the fire behind the bones, he was so hot that it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. But he didn't know what the fire behind the bones would look like!

The first phantom that intercepted at the Sanchakou disappeared. In the deeper space in the distance, another gloomy voice from the King of Wasteland: "If you want to reach the Holy Land of Wasteland, you must first cross the Wanbone Demon Road. Kill Wansheng to get a relic, and then slaughter Wanxiong can calm the evil fire!"

After the sound, the original countless skeleton bones in the space immediately began to flash with fluorescent green fire. From the sound, one ghost after another came out from time to time.

These ghosts are the powerful demon clans who have walked this path but have all been refined on this path. At this moment, they have turned into ghosts and have to intercept the practitioners who have walked this path to exude their indomitableness.

This situation made Ling Feng unable to stop recalling the sea of ​​blood before the birth of the sun in the Naked Heaven era. Those seas of blood were transformed by the resentment of the undead after the death of many gods. They have the same characteristics as these ghosts who died but were unwilling to give up.

"No matter how many people stop me, I will suppress it with my strength like the Blood Light Emperor and the Golden Crow Emperor back then, and kill without mercy!" Ling Feng pondered in his heart, and had made up his mind to break through this path of white bones.

As the saying goes, "Only by killing Wansheng can you get a relics, and only by slaughtering Wanxiong can you calm down the evil fire." He believed that as long as his heart is tight enough to intercept the tens of ghosts on the road ahead, there will always be a moment when he will be killed by himself. Only then can he see the evil fire and go to the deserted holy land!

Thinking of this, he had already taken action one after another, slashing and killing dozens of ghosts that emerged from the skeletons, killing them directly.

Every time a ghost passes by, there will be a fierce sound from the ghost's mouth. Every time one is cut off, a three or four-foot ray of demon blood will splash out from the ghost's body.

But Ling Feng just slashed forward and killed without distraction, so he killed all the way. However, he had not heard the verbal sounds coming out of the ghost's mouth for a long time, and even the blood splashed up beside him, he didn't notice much!

After killing along the way, ten, thirty, fifty, seventy, one hundred, three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred! Hundreds of ghosts had already fallen behind him, and blood was everywhere.

The blood of the ghost's death plunged onto the earth, dyeing the originally pale skeletons with ferocious blood light after another, making the entire bone space even more gloomy and cruel!

But his body was facing forward and floating through these ghosts. Apart from the red-colored blade on the sword, his robe and long sleeves were not stained with blood!

This is a state of unforgivable killing, and it is also the test of the great sage of Mingkong on the mind of the cultivator on this skeleton path. In the powerful murderous aura, his body not only did not feel tired, but on the contrary, gradually adapted to the heat in this strange space.

He felt his body being constantly killing, gradually heating up like a source of fire, reaching a state of balance with the evil fire warming outside.

If he had been slashing and slashing so firmly, then perhaps he would be able to keep moving forward as usual without being obstructed by any ghosts he met on the road.

But when he killed more than a thousand, his mind suddenly shook a little, and he also became suspicious, thinking that if he kept killing like this, what if he was tired and had no strength?

After all, there are still tens of thousands of ghosts on the way forward! Once any slackness occurs, those ghosts will circumvent around in a dense manner, and he may die.

Thinking of this, he suddenly heard the sound of the ghosts that had been brewing in this space for a long time but had been ignored by him.

"Hehe..." "Hehehe..." "Hehehehe..."

Those sounds were like blood bubbles that emerged from the sea of ​​blood in the Naked Heaven Age. Whenever the sound sounded, Ling Feng’s sea of ​​consciousness would inevitably reveal a hideous ghost face.

Many thoughts began to collide in the space with the strange voices, and then penetrated into Ling Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, shaking Ling Feng's mind.

"You can't succeed. After more than 1,500 years, there are more than 30,000 people. They have entered this path of bones like you, but they have all turned into thick white bones!"

"No one can firmly believe as always. After all, people are human beings, not rocks, nor barren mountains. People will always have seven emotions and six desires, endless distracting thoughts, and the same is true for you!"

"Let's go back, go back from the road of bones, maybe you can still get your life back. If you move forward recklessly, you will definitely die!"

...

Those mixed voices were hiking into Ling Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, all of whom were persuading Ling Feng to retreat the same way and not move forward any more. Once Ling Feng has any mental wavering, he is likely to be influenced by these thoughts and choose to retreat!
Chapter completed!