Chapter 814: Demonic Trace at the Bottom of the Well

Ye Feng had a vague feeling that the other party was delaying time. Situ Reading.\nCOM

It seems that what Wang Li said is right. Even if the Sujia Fort has nothing to do with the men in black and the Blood Guards, there is still an ulterior motive behind it.

Ye Feng originally didn't have much hope that Han Wuxin would return here, but now he was a little more hopeful. He made up his mind to go in and have a look.

However, before he could take action, Wu Xiaoyu, who had a bad temper, knocked out these two overestimating guys with two punches. He clapped his hands and said contemptuously: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with them. The two of them haven't arrived yet." The little characters in the virtual realm dare to make things difficult for us?"

"Let's go in!"

Just as a few people were about to step in, four figures of warriors emerged from the third courtyard of the Su family. The cultivation of these people was much stronger than the two just now. The leader among them was wearing golden armor and looked like a general. The middle-aged man looked stern and shouted at Ye Feng and others.

"Hmph! So what if Wan Jue Sect? As a disciple of the Seven Holy Lands, you should know more about etiquette, integrity and shame. Why are you so unreasonable now? You casually hurt us and other righteous colleagues.

Even if someone else's cultivation level is far inferior to yours, they can't act like this! "

Another robed warrior also said in a cold voice: "These two guards are both from the Pingliang City Lord's Mansion. The Pingliang City Lord is an outstanding disciple of my Qiandori Zhai. If you do whatever you want, aren't you afraid of starting a battle with my Qiandori Zhai?"

The two warriors following the golden-armored general and the robed warrior looked at the cultivation levels of Ye Feng and others, and looked even more shameless as they mocked.

"You dare to call yourself a disciple of the Wanjue Sect with this level of cultivation? You're laughing so hard. Is the Wanjue Sect still considered a Holy Land-level force now? Look at their performance on the Demon-Slaying List. They're not even as good as the four major kingdoms. Those counties and second- and third-grade sects are only a little stronger!”

"Hahaha, there are actually idiots at the first or second level of the Void Realm. The Wanjue Sect is really depleted, and they actually send such a few little guys down the mountain to slay demons? If they really encounter the disciples of the Demon Sect, wouldn't they be so scared that they will pee their pants? "

This was said by Tang Chuxue, and of course it was also suspected of mocking Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng did not get angry. Among the four, the golden-armored general and the robed warrior both had the fifth level of the virtual realm, and the other two were also at the third and fourth levels of the virtual realm. With the strength of Wu Xiaoyu and Cao Lei, plus Tang Chuxue With their cooperation, they can completely hold back the opponent.

He had to go in quickly and check to see what the other party was trying to cover up.

"Senior Brother Cao, Sister Wizard, and Chu Xue, these four will be left to you. Don't let them escape before I come back."

Pulling Wang Li up, Ye Feng's figure was like lightning. He swayed casually and rushed into the third courtyard of the Su family.

The four warriors who called themselves Chidori Zhai wanted to stop them, but they couldn't keep up with Ye Feng's speed, and then they were entangled by Cao Lei and others.

These people were obviously in a panic, and they were very eager to get rid of Wu Xiaoyu and Cao Lei to pursue Ye Feng, but Wu Xiaoyu and Cao Lei were already stronger than them, and Tang Chuxue instantly launched two "Black" attacks. "Kui Tian Crow Kill", a spiritual attack full of murderous intent flew over, making them in danger and unable to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of Ye Feng and Wang Li disappeared from the sight of several people.

The three courtyards of the Su family were completed in a glyph shape. Each courtyard was similar in size to the original Zhaojiazhuang. Wang Li told Ye Feng that at that time, he and the other two blood guards of the seven black-clothed people lived in the east courtyard, three lived in the west courtyard, and the north courtyard Only Han Wuxin can enter the courtyard.

So Ye Feng carried Wang Li and headed straight to the North Courtyard.

Stepping into the North Courtyard, it was like entering another world. Ye Feng's nostrils were filled with the faint smell of blood, and the further in, the more obvious the smell of blood became.

He knew in his heart that he didn't need Wang Li to continue to guide him, and he just headed towards the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.

The other houses in the north courtyard are obviously taller and spacious than the other two courtyards, but there is only a small courtyard in the corner, with broken walls and ruins, showing a dilapidated appearance. The smell of blood is the strongest in this dilapidated small courtyard.

A palm wind was struck in the air, and the wooden door of the small courtyard opened in response.

I saw that the main house inside had all collapsed and the courtyard was empty. There was a well on the right side of the courtyard, which glowed faintly with blood in the dark night.

Ye Feng looked at Wang Li, wanting to ask for his opinion, but found that this guy was standing there with his eyes blank, an intoxicated expression on his face, and he was sipping his nose and trying desperately to absorb the smell of blood in the air.

Ye Feng shook his head and smiled contemptuously. After knocking him out with one finger, he activated his vitality armor to the extreme and jumped into the well.

The mouth of the well is very narrow, allowing only one person to enter vertically, but there is no water in the well. Red stains of blood can be faintly seen on all sides of the well wall, as if the well should have been full of blood just now, but now it has evaporated.

After a few breaths, Ye Feng stepped onto the muddy bottom of the well, and could vaguely see a tunnel on the left leading straight ahead.

There was no light at the bottom of the well. Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and a bright yellow flame was controlled by him. It appeared in front of Ye Feng and illuminated the road ahead before he continued to move forward.

The depth of the winding tunnel is unknown, and puddles of blood can be seen everywhere on the ground. The smell of blood is becoming more and more pungent.

Ye Feng did not dare to inhale too much blood, so he held his breath and walked forward cautiously. Slowly, the blood accumulated on the ground gradually increased, and eventually a river of blood was formed that could barely cover his feet.

After walking about a few hundred feet, they turned a big bend and saw a faint light shining in front of them.

Ye Feng extinguished the spark that illuminated the road, and listened attentively. He heard a faint murmur in his ears, as if someone was chanting a spell.

Ye Feng's figure suddenly accelerated, and he could see a man sitting naked in the blood river in meditation.

His body, except for his head, face and neck, was covered with a layer of blood light. His upper and lower lips trembled rapidly, and he was chanting a spell continuously. The blood flowing along the blood river continued to flow towards him.

This man seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit at this moment, absorbing all the blood into his body.

Obviously this man was very anxious, chanting the spell very quickly, and even sweat beads kept coming out of his face and forehead, dripping into the blood river and being absorbed back by him.

Is he practicing?

Or is he preparing to suck up the blood well and then run away?

Seeing that he was so focused that he didn't even notice his presence, Ye Feng grinned slightly. He took a deep breath, used his energy, and shouted loudly like thunder:

"Friend! A distinguished guest is coming, why don't you put on your pants first?"

Caught off guard, Han Wuxin's whole body shook violently, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed into his throat, almost causing his blood circulation to be blocked.

Damn, this kid simply doesn't play by the rules!

What's the matter with such a roar?

If the cultivation of the Demon Sect does not require concentration and elimination of distracting thoughts like some righteous people, Ye Feng's shouting just now might have made him go astray...