Beicang Mountain.

When Zhang Yifeng left Nanshan, earth and stones appeared out of thin air in the void, and the rootless earth and stones floated in the void. The more forward, the more continuous the earth and stones became, and eventually even formed an endless continent.

The peaks on the continent are undulating, leaving the short mounds on the outermost side, and reaching the huge mountain that runs across the sky and the earth in the extreme distance.

This place is Beicang Mountain, and the entire mountain continent is the main body of Beicang Mountain.

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows. The magnificent scene in front of him was indeed beyond Zhang Yifeng's imagination. It has to be said that among the three thousand Taixu, many magical phenomena are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

As Zhang Yifeng landed, several bad eyes immediately swept over, implementing Zhang Yifeng's mind.

When he realized that Zhang Yifeng was just a traitor disciple, the hostility moved away again, not dissipating, but seemed not enough to let him take action.

Feeling this strange look, Zhang Yifeng raised a smile on his lips: "It seems that these guys want to attack me."

"Oh, you are a little servile disciple, who cares about you? If it were the girl Xiao Yuer here, I'm afraid the eldest disciple of Beicangshan would come and take a large group of people to surround you and kill him."

"Siege and kill? Do they really dare to kill Xiao Yuer?"

"How could a foolish boy really kill him? But it's not impossible to capture him and let Wuwangxian take him personally, and blackmail him at the same time."

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but nod when he heard this. What Mr. Tong said was really in line with the nature of the people like Tianwaitian.

I think even if I capture a small errand disciple, I can't get any benefits. I guess this is the fundamental reason why no one comes to cause trouble for me.

After stopping someone, Zhang Yifeng bowed and bowed: "Senior brother, where is the Shura Field?"

"Hmm? Are you from the south?"

"good."

Under the man's strange gaze, Zhang Yifeng was not frightened, but instead stood up, and the lifelike blue thunder wave on his clothes.

The person who stopped him looked strange and pointed in a direction: "You can go straight down this direction and you can go to the Shura Field. I would like to advise you, so you might as well go back quickly."

The person in front of him was not a disciple of Beicangshan. Judging from his clothes, he thought he should be a disciple of Xidaluotian, and he should have also come to Shura Field to look for opportunities.

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and bowed: "Thank you, senior brother."

As Zhang Yifeng's figure disappeared, a young man dressed in a monk walked up beside Juexing and said, "Senior brother, who is that?"

"A naughty young man came from the south and said he wanted to go to Shura Field."

As Juexing finished speaking, the young man's face beat and finally turned into a laugh: "This man is so brave!"

"Hey, you, my brothers and I came here to go to the Shura field. If you see that boy and save him later, it would be considered a kind of good deed."

"Amitabha."

The young man clasped his hands together and nodded and recited the Buddha's name.

On the other side, Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed and he was galloping in the direction of Juexing's guidance. After a hundred breaths, a bloody aura that penetrated into the nose swept over, and Zhang Yifeng suddenly stopped his steps.

In front of me, there was a dazzling scarlet red covering the sky and rolling mountains beside me. Only here was a blood pool.

There were phantoms like monsters rolling on the blood pool, roaring endlessly. Zhang Yifeng could see at a glance that these were all Shura's ghosts, imprisoned in this blood pool.

Zhang Yifeng touched his chin: "Is this Shura Field?"

The blood pool stretches for only a hundred miles, and around the blood pool, there are extremely high stands. Most of the cultivators in this stands are murderous intent and fanatic, and they make roars like wild animals in their mouths, staring at the battle in the blood pool without turning their eyes.

In the center of the blood pool, a mermaid-like Shenkong Realm was fighting against a powerful man in the human cultivation Shenkong Realm. However, the limitation of a hundred miles made every collision of them extremely shocking. The blood pool was sensational, and the ground that the two of them could step on was shrinking, and in the end they could even accommodate the next person standing.

Both of them are in the Great Perfection of the Divine Realm. Although this battle is not as powerful as the world, it is also a feast for the eyes.

"boom!"

Seeing the opportunity, the man cultivator slapped out with his palm, and a wave of air rolled out. He left his palm and turned into a white dragon and rushed out. The white dragon was only the size of an arm, and his bloody mouth ripped open the space and bit heavily on the chest of the mermaid.

The next moment, the white dragon swam past, and the mermaid's chest showed a bleeding hole, and its body flew backwards, staggering, trying to stabilize its body in the blood pool, but when its body was stained with a slight blood in the blood pool, in a flash, countless Shura ghosts climbed up and bit the mermaid's body madly.

"How come these Shuras look like hungry ghosts?"

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly, looking at the blood pool in front of him, a little confused.

When the mermaid turned into a part of the blood pool, there was a thunderous cry from the stands, either shouting wildly because of the victory of the bet, or roaring because of the death of the mermaid.

Above the stands around the blood pool, layers of halos are coiled in the air, with halos ranging from low to high, with nine floors. Today, there are only a few people sitting in the bottom three floors. Compared to the crowded and cramped states, this halo is not only spacious and comfortable, but it is obvious that this person's status is much better than these Divine Celestial Cultivators in the stands.

"Senior Brother Juexing, how can you come today?"

On the third floor, a young man in black robe lay on a large long seat, with a handsome face that was evil, and his eyes were white and red. Beside the young man in black robe were nine girls kneeling and exposed in hot clothes, with charm on his face, serving the young man.

Juexing closed his eyes, murmured in his heart and then closed his hands: "Fellow Taoist Yunhua, come today for the matter of the Yanggu."

Nie Yuncao seemed to have expected it, and a playful look flashed in his strange eyes: "My disciple of Xuefutu was missing in your Xidaluo Tianyang Valley. I sent a few people to search for it. Is this okay?"

"no problem."

"Then the subsequent disciples of my Xuefutu disappeared. Please tell me, Senior Brother Juexing, how should I solve this problem?"

Upon hearing this, the young man beside Juexing's face burst out with blue veins. Where did the Xuefutu disciple disappear in Yanggu? The person sent to him was just because Yanggu had a treasure and Xuefutu wanted to get involved, so he just found an excuse.

Yanggu is one of the forbidden areas of Xidaluo Heaven. Even if it is not an inner disciple in Xidaluo Heaven, the disciples of Xuefutu rashly broke in and were naturally killed.

It was originally the Godluo Tianzhanli, but because of the subtle exchanges between the Blood Futu and Tianwaitian, it needs to be stabilized, and instead became the problem of the Godluo Tian.
Chapter completed!