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The Hailong Islands are still far away from the Far West Continent. Fortunately, Haotian has a high level of cultivation and got the path from Juexiankou of Hailong Island, otherwise it would be easy to get lost in the vast sea.
Among the four sea areas surrounding the ancient continent, the western sea area is the largest and the most complex. The islands are intertwined and the forces are divided. There are hundreds of sea tribes, monster tribes, ferocious beasts, savage beasts, monks, etc. The climate is changeable and extremely harsh conditions are common. The weather and the magnetic field of heaven and earth are affected, and even the most powerful person may be killed in it.
Haotian's strength is astonishing. He cultivates the secret arts of nature, conforms to the void, and merges with the sea. Although there is no danger, he can truly experience the power of nature.
The ocean world is vast and full of wonders. Many races have never been heard of. Even the Treasure Book of Heaven and Earth cannot fully understand them. Out of curiosity, Haotian also captured some for research.
The abilities of each race are also different, and various forbidden arts and bloodline powers emerge in endlessly, which makes Haotian wonder.
The strength of the Yin Demon is unknown, but it has occupied almost one-third of the Far West Continent in just a few decades. Its abilities are unfathomable. Haotian frowned slightly and did not dare to be careless.
We can already see the outline of the Far West Continent. The closer we get to the continent, the less we can relax. Haotian lowers his clouds and flies slowly, his aura compressed in the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal Realm. Such strength can solve some unnecessary troubles without attracting the attention of top forces.
When he first arrived in the Far West Continent, feeling the long-lost vitality of heaven and earth in the air, Haotian took a deep breath and rushed to the nearest large race. The first thing he had to do was to gather information.
??The Yuren tribe is one of the three major races on the coast of the Far West Continent. There are many capable people in the tribe. They control hundreds of millions of miles of territory and built a city in the mountains that is famous in the continent - Dayan Yifeng.
??The Great Speaker refers to the unique skills of the Yu Human Race, the Great Divine Speech, communicating with the elemental spirits with language, and affecting the laws of the universe with gestures, which is extraordinary. As for the phoenix, as the most powerful existence of birds, it is also the proud ancestor and patron saint of the Yuren tribe.
When Haotian came to "Da Yan Yifeng", he couldn't help but stare. This city is huge, even larger than the Winged Dragon Flying Fortress, and the city walls are over a hundred feet high and are mostly made of spiritual stones.
Complex patterns are carved on the surrounding high walls, and there is a faint aura that penetrates people. It is not difficult to imagine that if someone wants to forcefully break through the city gate, they will definitely be attacked by thunder. The formation cultivation level of the Yuren Clan is actually no worse than that of the sects that have been passed down for a long time on the ancient continent.
"This powerful city defense formation alone is enough to illustrate the status of the Yuren Clan." Haotian's eyes flashed with light, he nodded secretly, and followed the crowd towards the city gate.
When the Yuren tribe is born, they do not have wings. When their cultivation level increases and they survive the Three Nine Thunder Tribulations, they will be able to grow wings on their backs to carry their strength. After the tribulation is over and they transform into immortals, they can put the wings into their bodies and wait for their skills to advance. With each additional level, there is an extra pair of wings. At the Daluo realm, there are as many as twelve wings.
As soon as Haotian arrived at the city gate, he was stopped by the guard, "Stop! Where did the monk come from?"
"Coast!" Haotian said lightly, his breath passing away in a flash.
The face of the city gate guard changed drastically. He felt the abyss-like aura and said in a trembling voice: "It turns out to be your lord, please!"
Looking at Haotian's back, the city guard wiped the sweat on his forehead with lingering fear, exhaled a long breath, and said to himself: "This gentleman has a kind heart. It seems that he came here for the great calamity of the clan. Alas, I don¡¯t know if our Yuren clan can survive this catastrophe.¡±
In the prehistoric world, strength is respected, and cultivation speaks for itself. With the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal Realm displayed by Haotian, even if he kills the city guard who has just entered the Immortal Realm, no one will investigate further.
Entering the city, Haotian found that most of the stores were closed and there were very few pedestrians. The whole city was extremely tense.
"I wonder what happened in the city? Why do you look like you are facing a formidable enemy?" A strange light flashed in Haotian's eyes, and his soul spread quietly.
After a moment, Haotian frowned, said "Hey", looked at the towering City Lord's Mansion in the distance, and murmured: "It turns out to be the devil of destruction!"
??The feathered people mainly have white wings, and there are only two branches, blood and black. As the saying goes, the yin does not grow long and the sun cannot grow. Under the holiness, evil will inevitably be born, and the way of the whole world will be born.
" Destroying the demonic nature cannot be the power of the Feathered People themselves. Judging from their violence, most of them come from the outside world.
"The Feathered Race is the dominant force, and no one can sharpen its edge, unless it'sthe Yin Demon!" Haotian thought for a while, then his figure faded and disappeared quietly.
Dayan Yifeng is the symbol of the Yuren Clan. Although it is not the backbone of the clan's power, it still appoints the elders of the middle-stage Daluo Jinxian as the city lord.
Now that the city lord is seriously injured for no apparent reason, the ethnic group has to pay close attention to it, especially the power that has invaded the city lord.This is unheard of and very strange. If it weren't for the holy skills of the Bai Yu clan to restrain the evil in the world, they would have died long ago. Even so, they would have been unconscious. Although everyone was eager to know what happened, the city lord fainted, but there was nothing they could do.
Haotian took advantage of everyone to leave and quietly sneaked into the city master's bedroom. He saw a majestic man with twelve wings on his back. His lips were blue and his eyes were closed. His whole body was filled with black air. However, the black air flow was completely blocked by the cassock on his body to prevent it from spreading. .
"Xuanyin Demon Seed Technique!", the power of the soul glanced at the Yuren City Lord's body, and Haotian's whole body trembled.
The Xuanyin Demon Seed Technique is a famous demon technique developed by an elder of the Ten Thousand Caverns Demon Palace. It has been cultivated to great perfection. The physical body is comparable to a spiritual treasure, and the soul is as strong as a spiritual root. However, this technique is extremely vicious and is feared by the world.
To practice this skill, Xuanyin women are often used as seeds in the cauldron. When the cauldron is completed, the demon seeds are taken out and integrated into the soul, and then the cauldron is sacrificed and refined to become a living corpse for people to drive.
"It's not the Xuanyin Demon Seed Technique, it's the power of blood. It's strange, is this the ability of the Yin Demon?", Haotian's eyes were filled with purple and gold light.
Haotian condensed his soul into a bundle and quietly sneaked into the main body of the city. In an instant, the poison rebounded. The black aura counterattacked crazily, and there was a faint roar of a ferocious beast.
With a cold snort, Haotian's consciousness suddenly trembled, and a majestic force suddenly burst out. The black demonic energy whined endlessly, retreated steadily, and gathered towards the heart of the city lord.
As a strong man in the quasi-sage realm, standing on the commanding heights of hundreds of millions of monks, how can he be restrained by a mere demonic energy? Haotian's sword consciousness flashed.
"Whoosh!" A purple-gold sword glow carried an astonishing roar of thunder and lightning, piercing into the place where the black demonic energy was entrenched in the blink of an eye, and the power of thunder and fire suddenly exploded.
The demonic energy was annihilated, and the Yuren City Lord spurted out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fainted again.
Looking at the demonic energy of destruction that flickered in and out of his hand, a smile appeared on Haotian's lips, and he smiled with thunder in his palm. There was a "crackling" sound, and all the demonic energy disappeared.
"Nine corpses of the Yin Demon? Corpse slaves from all directions? Interesting." With a faint smile, ripples appeared in the space, and Haotian was already a million miles away.
From the demonic energy of destruction just now, Haotian Yingjing detected the backbone of the Yin Demon. Apart from the mysterious Yin Demon, the Nine Corpses are the strongest existence, infinitely close to the existence of the Immortal, and the Sifang Corpse Slaves are the Yin Demon. The clones refined for the convenience of managing the continent are equally astonishing in strength.
The demonic energy of destruction within the main body of Yuren City was left by the giant clan leader, one of the corpse slaves from all directions.
It is said that the Yin Demon first appeared in the territory of the Giant Clan, but it only took half a month to capture the clan. Even the leader of the Titan Clan was captured by one of their recruits, refined into a corpse slave, and ruled over the clan.
Based on the blood energy remaining in the main body of Yuren City, Haotian unfolded his spiritual consciousness and searched the nearby area.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The blood energy in the distant void is soaring into the sky, the demonic waves are tumbling, and there is white light shining, the holy sound is loud, and there is the faint sound of fighting.
Haotian looked straight, jumped in space, and dived towards the fighting area.
"The world originates from light, heaven and earth originate from the beginning, darkness cannot escape punishment!", the majestic melody sounded, the space vibrated, although the white light was wrapped in blood, the holy breath still did not fall behind.
"Tsk, tsk, I haven't taken down an elder from the Feathered Tribe for half a day, Ghost Mother, you are so majestic!", a deafening roar came from the sky.
Haotian took a closer look and saw a ten-foot-tall giant galloping from a distance. His body had a strong aura and his eyes were faintly filled with blood.
"This must be the leader of the Cyclops clan." Through his breath and appearance, Haotian quickly determined the identity of the visitor.
The Immortal Path in the Far West Continent is not prosperous, but there are many races. Although there are no peerless experts above the quasi-sage, there are also monks in the Daluo realm.
The Cyclops shouted loudly, and a beam of light instantly shot out from his forehead, and the sound of wind and thunder was loud, going straight into the war zone.
The elder of the Feather Tribe had no time to sacrifice the magic weapon, his face darkened, white light condensed in his hand, and it clashed with the divine light containing the power of thunder and fire.
With a "bang" sound, dazzling fire and raging thunder and lightning exploded, drowning the Feather Tribe elders in it. Fortunately, the divine light of the twelve wings surged, and the aura on his body was like substance, forming a thick defensive shield. He flew back a hundred steps and finally stabilized his body. However, in the rush, he still suffered some skin injuries.
The Cyclops's charged blow did not break his defense. A cold murderous intent flashed through his one eye like a copper bell. He clenched his fists, roared, stepped on the ground suddenly, and suddenly punched.
The speed is so fast that one move contains thousands of changes, and the power is so fierce that it can split mountains and crack the ground. The Yuren clan elders, shrouded by the fists, felt their souls trembling, their blood congealed, and it was difficult to move.
"The refining of the Blood God has reached a critical moment. We only need the last strong man in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian to guide him. One-eye, don't hurt his life!" A gloomy sound came from the area where white light and blood intertwined. sound.
The Cyclops gave a cold "hum" and "hoo", and his huge body rushed to the Yuren elder like lightning. The speed was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary Da Luo monks.
"Bang!", the Feathered Tribe elder could not dodge, his wings wrapped around his body, and his body was blown away like a ball. He hit the ground hard, and a large amount of milky white blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
The feathered elder was seriously injured and had almost no strength to fight anymore. When he saw the Cyclops approaching quickly, his face showed despair.
¡°You bastard bird, if you weren¡¯t trying to capture it alive, how do you think you could survive in my hands for so long!¡± The black mist dissipated, and a figure wrapped in black clothes appeared, blocking the retreat of the Feathered Tribe elders.
At this moment, two purple thunder suddenly fell from the clear sky, hitting the heads of the Cyclops and the Ghost Mother!
"Ding Ding!" The power of thunder and lightning, designed to ward off evil spirits, made a clanging sound on both of them, leaving only some burning marks.
"Where are you, you rat! Get out!", the Cyclops and the Ghost Mother were furious, and couldn't help but stop and look around.
"Huh? There are such aliens in the world, it's amazing!" Surprised voices came from all directions, a figure appeared out of thin air, and the entire space area seemed to tremble.
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