Especially, such a young man, his clone was actually in hell.

One light and one dark, one good and one evil.

"This kind of thing could not have happened in ancient times. Since ancient times, hell has been the nemesis of all living creatures. No human can suppress the power of hell, let alone control the power of hell. This little master can not only control the power of hell, but also create a clone of hell. It is rare and peerless!"

The old man with the spirit of weapon was amazed in his heart, and he felt that recognizing Ye Feng as his master was the most correct decision in his life. Moreover, according to the current situation, Ye Feng's clone's strength has surpassed Ye Feng.

Since ancient times, the strength of the clone has not surpassed the strength of the original deity. This is a law that cannot be broken by the rules of heaven and earth.

Ye Feng is an exception.

Because it's obvious.

Since the clone is not on the third level, it is enough to show that the clone is strong enough to go to the fourth level.

Boom!

It was at this time.

A rumbling sound suddenly came out above the town.

Everyone was startled by the sudden scene.

I don't know what happened.

He looked up and looked at the sky.

I saw countless dark auras emerged from the depths of the void.

With the emergence of the dark aura, a powerful will spread out and instantly enveloped the entire town.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard an old voice coming from the depths of the void.

"I am a member of the Qing clan. I came to collect my souls. You can't quickly sacrifice it!"

This voice is domineering, with a sense of judgment and condescending to the void.

For a moment, when he heard these words, the hell monks in the town suddenly became restless.

"What, Qing clan!"

"Is it the Qing clan in the fourth level of hell!"

"Which other Qing family can it be!"

"In hell, there is only one of the Qing clans!"

Plop, plop...

Suddenly, the faces of the hell monks in the town changed. They thought of something, knelt down at the sky with fear and fear, and shouted loudly: "Great Master, we are all your servants. You raised us and gave us life. As long as you want, everything we have returned to our Lord!"

Ye Feng looked at this scene, his body and mind were shocked, and he was eager to reach the impact.

The Qing clan is so terrible that just talking about the name scares all these people so much. The voice said that we would collect the souls of these people. These hell monks not only did not resist, but instead took the initiative to contribute.

Boom!

At this time, the dark aura above the town merged into everything and turned into an old man.

The old man was wearing a blue dress and was thin and half hunched over. His hair was not white, but blue, and his eyes emitted a strange green light.

"The realm of Qiankun Transformation...the peak of the eighth level!"

Ye Feng could see this person's realm at a glance.

Although it is not very strong, its identity is not simple, the Qing clan.

"Well, it's good. You have this enlightenment. This time, my master practices the magical power of the world, which just needs countless souls to nourish it. The old man came to the lower hell to collect souls on behalf of Qing. He has been to more than fifty towns. Now it's your turn. You should feel honored that being able to become part of nourishing the soul of the master is your great fortune. Now... huh?"

The old man in green was talking, but suddenly his face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!