The gray-brown tent roof is reflected in the eyes.

Feng Yi's thoughts were frozen for a moment, and the soreness and pain in his body caused by the recovery of perception made him startle and his eyes gathered, and he sat up.

"Why did such a big mess?" a voice suddenly said.

Feng Yi turned sideways and looked at a pair of eyes that looked like anger. After a brief loss of consciousness, he gradually recalled the situation before his coma, and his face was slightly dark: "The Demon Sect used 'blood sacrifice' countless living souls to blaspheme the natural method of heaven and nature, breaking the barriers between the Nine Nether Yin and the present world. Whether it is the Demon Sect's method or the evil of the Demon Sect, we caught us off guard and had to fail at the last moment!"

Bi Yao sighed: "The magical sect's methods are indeed difficult to prevent. When you are chasing evil demons all over the world, we noticed their abnormal movements - secretly plundering people. The magical sect also has a deep hatred for me, and I will not let them go. I have destroyed the evil demons' plundering people many times. Well, those monks from Tianyin are also doing these things."

"They are very cunning, and the scale of the population plundering has never been large, which has successfully made me relax my vigilance. After all, in the wilderness outside the territory, there is not so much food that can stockpile the number of sacrifices that cause qualitative changes. However, this ignores an extremely inconspicuous method of the Demon Sect - the 'human puppet'!"

Feng Yi said: "You said that they could stockpile enough sacrifices because they used the means of "human puppet"?" He frowned and shook his head, "No, those who were sacrificed and refined into "human puppet" were not allowed to use blood sacrifices because their blood souls were polluted! I can be sure that when the evil formation of the "human puppet" was launched, all the sacrifices hidden underground were alive!"

Bi Yao smiled bitterly with a slight anger: "This is the key point. There is more than one way to refine the 'human puppet'!"

Feng Yi was shocked and realized: "You mean - they used evil magic to preserve the vitality of life, while making it stagnant like a puppet, and then accumulated enough amount bit by bit?" Bi Yao said: "If it weren't for this, how could they have been so hidden that they had never been seen in the flaw?"

Feng Yi clenched his fists and was quite helpless: "It's too late to say this now."

Bi Yao nodded slightly and sighed: "Yes, the innocent have died, and the portal of Jiuyou Yinming has also been opened by the Demon Sect. Everything has deteriorated to the worst. Remember that after you chased the Beast God and returned from southern Xinjiang, have we talked about the secret of the "Ancestral God Cult"?"

Feng Yi nodded.

Bi Yao said: "From the current situation, the leader of the Demon Sect may have begun to seize the power of his 'ancestral god', which is the power of gods and demons!"

Feng Yi fell into silence and said for a moment: "How long have I been in a coma?"

Bi Yao said: "Nineteen hours."

Feng Yi raised his head: "You have been there all the time--" Before he could ask, he knew the answer by himself, "What's the situation now?"

"It's bad," Bi Yao shook her head, "It's bad in all senses!" She seemed to hesitate for a moment and said, "There's something I thought about, and I should let you know as soon as possible." Feng Yi had a bad premonition: "What's the matter?"

Bi Yao said: "Last night, we were attacked by monsters. According to the people of the two sects of righteousness, those monsters all ran out of the Yinming Realm!"

Feng Yi was indeed moved and said in surprise: "Can they survive freely without the Nine Netherworld Qi?"

Bi Yao said: "No.—But that domain can extend outward!"

"What?!" Feng Yi was shocked. Looking back on the situation where he had struggled to cut off the rock pillar before and broke the blockade of the evil formation, it was difficult to understand for a moment. "With the blockade of the evil formation, the spiritual power of the world and all things could not be eliminated. How could it extend outward instead?!"

"But that's the truth!" Bi Yao looked grim. "Those ghosts came very suddenly. Fortunately, I arranged the people to guard and retreated smoothly. I speculate that after you escape, there must be an unknown incident there again!"

Feng Yi frowned: "Where are we now?"

Biyao described his position to him, and Feng Yi's face was as deep as water: "Has it actually deteriorated to such a level?" From Biyao's description, the place they are now staying is only one day away from the wild desert!

Feng Yi closed his eyes and slowly breathed out to stabilize his mind.

Then he took out the jade bottle from the Qiankun bag and took several pills: "Let me adjust my breathing for a while." No matter how the situation worsens, there is no fault in restoring one's own strength first. Only in this way can we deal with the subsequent chaos.

Bi Yao’s words “are bad in all senses” are indeed manifested not only in the deteriorating situation.

The almost tense atmosphere between the two men and horses camping apart made everyone unable to feel at ease!

Although Biyao's side calls itself the "Sacred Source Sect" and seems to have a lot to do with Feng Yi, whether it is the "Four Great Holy Envoys", the Ghost King Sect, or the Hehuan Sect disciples, they all show the identity of the old Demon Sect of the people in front of them! The right and the demons are incompatible. If it weren't for the insolvency of the world-destroying crisis, both sides would have been afraid that they would fight to the death as soon as they bumped into each other!

Just as Biyao knew it well, hatred would not disappear because of a change in identity.

Of course, more importantly, although the number of people in the righteous path is more than that of the Holy Source Sect, their average cultivation is far better than that of the other party, but they were exhausted and their strength was not even as strong as those of the Holy Source Sect.

The precarious situation and considerable fear of strength have caused a strange confrontation at the moment.

Feng Yi is the only person who walked out of the Holy Source Sect’s resident and entered the Zhengdao Camp.

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother Feng——"

Qingyun's classmates either greeted or noticed each other, stood up one by one. Under the dark red clouds that day, the figure who had overcome all obstacles and was moving forward was engraved in their minds. Everyone knew what the root of being able to stand here was.

But when faced with those faces that were either firm or confused, Feng Yi felt like a break in his heart!

Looking around, there are many familiar faces that are so famous that Qingyun Sect is so prosperous that it can’t find. It is less than four hundred that the same disciples who were injured and rested before and did not enter the Zangyue Valley can still stand in front of Feng Yi!

Qi Hao, Zeng Shu’s bibliography is red, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi are sad, and Chu Yuhong and other Chaoyang disciples are still as straight as swords, but their faces are hard to hide their sadness! Many people’s eyes are already confused that they cannot see the way forward.

Feng Yi's lips trembled, and he was speechless.

Su Ru held "Mo Xue" with her face as snow as frost, and carried a purple fairy sword on her back. In addition to her, Feng Yi could not find the figures of Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue, and even the Qingyun Elders. Behind the crowd, the Lingzun Water Kirin was covered with many broken wounds with broken scales.

But the people standing beside Lingzun were nowhere to be seen!

Feng Yi is not ignorant of this.

The fierce fighting that kept coming from behind that day and the increasing momentum of terrifying ghosts made him truly understand the fierce battle behind the team! But he couldn't turn back, let alone stop, and even couldn't hesitate for a moment!

Because any moment of hesitation may lead to the sacrifice of fellow practitioners in vain!

But he never expected that the final result would be so shocking!

"Uncle Su--" Feng Yi spoke, as if his words had become extremely heavy at this time. Su Ru's eyes turned, indifferent and calm to make people feel heartbroken. He said in a stern voice: "Uncle Tian, ​​Senior Brother Xiao, can't they come out?"

A hint of palpitation flashed through Su Ru's eyes: "You found a way out and made all the ghosts go crazy. In order to protect the way out, the leader was surrounded by ghosts. The Spirit Master failed to save several times. It was not easy to use your Chaoyang's "Heart Burning Art" to send me out. I couldn't find Senior Sister Shuiyue, and she and the rest of her fellow disciples were trapped in it."

Su Ru looked at Feng Yi: "You did a good job and brought everyone back, and did not disappoint their expectations! Now that the Qingyun group has no leader, I hope you can continue to lead everyone!"

The footsteps were approaching.

Feng Yi was not enough to speak, but saw monks and scattered cultivators approaching together.

The number of monks in Tianyin was originally smaller than that of Qingyun Sect's disciples. Now there are less than 300 monks here who can fight. There are the largest number of heroes in the scattered cultivators. However, judging from their appearance at this time, they obviously have a downfall.

Among the monks, the Dharma image is walking ahead.

Pu Fang's face, who was following behind him, was sallow and his breath was unstable; Pu Kong hung his right arm, and blood oozed out from the tight bandage. In addition, Feng Yi could not find the old monk who just appeared and made people full of confidence!

"Senior Brother Faxiang, Master Puhong——"

"Amitabha," the Dharma face was calm, but his eyes could not hide his sorrow. "The teacher has already taken the lotus platform and has gone west to the Pure Land!"

The monks of Tianyin recited in unison: "Amitabha!"

"Now it's a battle or a departure. Since we have discussed it, let's make a decision quickly!" A bearded monk among the scattered cultivators spoke, and his tone was faintly withdrawn.

The Nine Netherworlds appear in the world, and the endless ghosts have broken many people's firm beliefs.

"Let's go?" Feng Yi shook his head and looked around everyone, "Do you think we still have room to leave?"

The man said angrily: "Why isn't there? I know that the Yin and Ming Domain is extending outward and expanding, but with a distance of less than a hundred miles a day, can it catch up with us?!"

"Haha, yes." Zeng Shushu sneered, "It's less than a hundred miles a day. The entire Jiuzhou is so big, so how many years can you live. But one day, the world will be swallowed up by Yin Ming. Where are you going?"

"You!" the man glared, "You boy called me greedy for life and fear of death?! I went from the Demon Sect branch to the Burial Moon Valley General Hall. I must first fight every battle. I have killed countless evil demons. You actually called me greedy for death?!"

"Amitabha!" The Dharmakaya proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the "Reincarnation Bead" stimulated a circle of golden light to spread. All contacts felt a lighter in their hearts and a little more calm.

"In the face of a crisis, what's the point of just arguing about words?"

Zeng Shushu shook his head and said nothing more; the scattered cultivator glared at him and pressed his anger: "What, am I wrong? With our current state, what can we do? Kill a few more ghosts? What's the use?"
Chapter completed!