After hearing what it said, Ye Feng was even more reluctant. The forest was filled with strong resentment, evil spirit, demon spirit, and even death spirit... If he had a choice, he would naturally not choose to enter here, but now there is no way. This is his must-pass place and must pass.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Feng walked in carefully.

Hiss.

As soon as I entered, several blood-colored vines were torn toward him.

Because Ye Feng was prepared for a long time, his figure flashed and he cleverly avoided.

"Sure enough, something is wrong!"

Ye Feng activates the soul of nature and merges into the void.

"I didn't expect that the soul of nature can also be used in hell."

In fact, Ye Feng didn't know that if it weren't for the chaotic energy, his natural soul wouldn't work here at all. It was just because of the chaotic energy that he could activate the natural soul and display it at will in hell.

"This is..." The role of the soul of nature is extremely mysterious. As Ye Feng's realm improves, his control over the void becomes more and more perfect. Those blood-colored vines cannot hit Ye Feng's body at all, and even Ye Feng can't be seen.

As he continued to go deeper, Ye Feng discovered something. Some of the trees here attacked violently, while others did not take any attacks. The trees that did not take any attacks were covered with blood-colored fruits, which looked strange and ferocious, and exuded a strong bloody aura.

"Hell Blood Mysterious Fruit, I didn't expect to see it here!"

Seeing these fruits, the black unicorn on his shoulder screamed.

"Is Hell Blood Mysterious Fruit... very powerful?"

This was the first time Ye Feng saw the fruit in hell. Seeing the Black Kirin’s reaction, he felt that it should not be simple.

"Hell Blood Medieval Fruit usually grows deep in hell, and the environment is extremely demanding. It must be a place with extremely heavy resentment and death, and it will grow on any substance. Even a mountain, as long as it is extremely resentment, it can grow in the rocks... I thought the trees here were just transformed by monks, but I didn't expect this kind of fruit to bear. In fact, I should have guessed it long ago. As we continue to deepen, the resentment here becomes heavier and heavier. It is not surprising that Hell Blood Medieval Fruit can grow in such a place!"

After hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes were already bright: "So, I found the treasure!"

The Black Qilin did not object, and then said: "If it weren't for a hell monk, no human could refine the hell blood dying fruit. Instead, it would forcefully swallow the resentment in the hell blood dying fruit... But you are different. If you can absorb the hell energy, you can refine the resentment and death energy in it. The hell blood dying fruit is a treasure for you. Having it can improve your physique, restore injuries, detoxify and nourish your skin, prolong life and other effects. It is no exaggeration to say that if your life is dying, as long as you take this fruit, you will be recovered in an instant!"

Ye Feng could no longer bear it because the Black Qilin said so temptingly.

Wherever you pass, as long as you encounter Hell Blood Mysterious Fruit, you will all be in your pocket.

However, who would have thought that by picking the fruit, the trees that did not attack it would become attacking. If it weren't for Ye Feng's hidden supernatural powers, today I would be depressed again.

"Good stuff, really good stuff!"

During this period, Ye Feng also swallowed a lot of hell blood and hisnatural fruits. After being refined by the chaotic true qi, the strong hell essence and pure blood qi bloomed from the fruit.

With Ye Feng's current realm, the Hell Blood Demon Fruit has helped him a lot, making him smart and refreshed, and even the power of his soul is rising.

"The more you have, the better!"

Ye Feng swept all the way, like a countryman entering the city. He wanted to get good things when he saw them. Fortunately, the storage ring had an amazing capacity, otherwise he would have missed such a magic treasure.

"Um?"

Ye Feng shuttled all the way, fusing into the void, and his existence could not be seen with his naked eyes. Until half a day passed, he was almost at the end of the forest, and he was about to go out, but suddenly Ye Feng sensed something.

"What a strong evil aura... and there are also hell monks, many people seem to be gathering together..." Ye Feng sensed all this, and after coming to hell, he discovered the aura of hell monk for the first time.

A strong sense of curiosity arose in his heart. He had never seen the hell monk before, and now he wanted to meet him.

He was very careful. The chaotic true energy wrapped around his body, and his breath was hidden to the lowest point, drifting with the waves like the wind, floating in the void. After about a stick of incense, he came to the source of the breath.

There are still blood-colored forests around. The difference is that the space here is wider and the resentment is stronger. Even the air is twisting. That is because the resentment is too heavy and it is about to condense into substance.

Ye Feng dared not get too close, and even dared to use the power of his soul to sense them. The power of his soul cannot be hidden, so he peeked at the other party naked. Once the other party has an unfathomable powerful person, he will instantly find it.

Ye Feng could only use the method of hiding his breath to choose to approach the other party. He hid behind a big tree and looked forward. There was no forest there, just a vast open space.

At this moment, in the middle of the open space, a large area of ​​monks gathered.

These monks have different shapes. Some are wearing dark underwear and holding sickle moon scimitars. Some are red and blue all over, snake heads and horses. Some are skeleton ghost bodies with three heads and six arms... Their auras are different, both strong and weak, and Ye Feng dared not respond in detail, but found that they were standing there neatly, facing a bloody altar in front of them, and they didn't know what they were chanting.

"This is a ritual of sacrifice, and they seem to be calling something."

The black Qilin felt that this place could not be stopped and urged Ye Feng to leave quickly.

"Buzz!"

Just as Ye Feng retreated, a buzzing vibration suddenly occurred on the bloody altar, and he saw something suddenly twisting in the space there. A breath of blood, resentment, evil spirit, and even evil auras merged together began to spread out from above. The feeling was as if all the auras here began to emanate from here, and the bloody altar was the source of this forest.

"O noble Lord, we are your faithful servants. Give us strength to lead us and rule over this dark world!"

As the bloody altar changed, the dense monks below began to pray, and they were extremely pious. Ye Feng saw that black gas suddenly appeared above their heads, all absorbed by the altar.
Chapter completed!