Feng Meng smiled proudly and said, "If this is the case, in fact, the members only recognize masks but not people. Even if they know that the members under the mask have changed, as long as the mask has not been destroyed, people will default to the replacement. Moreover, since members are strictly prohibited from revealing their identities, it is even more difficult to find out the replacement."

I saw a very subtle wisp of black mist slowly flowing out from my shoulders, shaking constantly in the air like a water grass.

The black little man smiled bitterly and said, "Fellow Taoist, my remnant soul is almost unable to hold on. If you have any questions, please ask quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist began to spread out from his calves.

Yang Feng glanced at Feng Meng, shook his head and said, "I have nothing to ask. If you have any last wishes, just say it. I will naturally not refuse wherever I can."

Feng Meng looked at Tian and said to himself: "Just seeking something before, as long as you can do it, I dare not have any other extravagant hopes. If my Feng family can prosper again in the future, I will be enough!"

As the sound gradually weakened, the figure began to gradually distort and blur, turning into a black chess and finally disappeared completely between heaven and earth.

Yang Feng watched Feng Meng's ghost disappear into the place where he was a little confused. The bonds in the depths of this inherited bloodline were invisible. There was no way for him to move.

After a while, he came to his senses, grabbed the cow's head mask with a grabbing his hand.

This time the mask did not become blurred, but fell honestly into his hands.

Yang Feng's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at the strange patterns on the mask, and fell into deep thought again.

...

More than half a month later.

On a sea area that is thousands of miles away from Wudao, lead-gray clouds fill the sky, and strong winds blow on the sea surface, causing huge waves.

A blue light was like an extremely sharp sword, passing through the huge waves, splitting it into two halves, splashing countless pearl-like silver waves.

Among the green light was a tall man in green robe with a dark blue cow-head mask on his face. He could not see the appearance below, but his eyes cast a brilliant luster through the holes of the mask.

This person is no one else, but Yang Feng who went to Hairong Island instead of Feng Meng.

On the sea dozens of miles ahead, there was a round island with a radius of only a little over. From a distance, it looked like a green lotus leaf swaying slightly with the ups and downs of the waves. It was the destination of his trip.

After Yang Feng slowed down and flew more than ten miles, the island's appearance became clearer.

I saw many sea banyan trees growing on the island, with lush branches and leaves and green fields. The huge crowns were close to each other, covering the entire island. Countless branches as thick as arms of adults were stacked layer by layer, interlaced into a thick blue wooden wall.

On these dense side branches, countless slender side roots are still growing. Some have penetrated into the soil, while others have fallen into the sea water, densely connected, looking like the beard of an octogenarian.

Yang Feng flew to Hairong Island, hovered down, and looked into the island, and saw gray-white bird droppings everywhere on the ground of the island, but there was no trace of a seabird in the forest.

Moreover, there was no sound in his ears except for the whimpering sound of the sea breeze passing through the branches of the tree, and the entire island seemed a bit unusually quiet.

At this moment, a somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded from Yang Feng's ears:

"Jiao Shiwu, since he has come, why haven't he landed on the island yet?"

Yang Feng was slightly surprised because the sound was not coming from the island just now, but from the mask he wore on his face.

He then moved and flew down toward the island.

The soil on the island is very soft, and a pothole will sink if you step on it. Yang Feng passed through the gap between the dense forest and came to the middle of the island.

In the middle of the island, there is a huge sea banyan tree embraced by three people. The side roots hanging around its main trunk have been cut clean, and a relatively spacious open space has been cleared.

There were several figures of people on the open space, sitting or standing around the tree trunk.

Yang Feng glanced at him and at first glance he fell on a man in red robe sitting in front of the banyan tree in front of the sea.

The man wore a red dragon-headed mask on his head, with many strange runes carved on it. At the center of his mask's eyebrows, a number "three" was also engraved with strange characters.

"Jiao San"

Yang Feng's heart moved and he pondered without saying a word.

The man wearing a dragon-headed mask just looked at Yang Feng casually, then withdrew his gaze, and did not look like he wanted to talk to him at all.

Yang Feng naturally ignored it, but turned his eyes to look at the other people.

One of them saw a slight bow, wearing a wide purple robe, a blue sheep-headed mask engraved with the word "nine".

He kept squatting on the ground, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was looking at, and he had no intention of looking up at Yang Feng.

Not far away from him, a tall man wearing a blue tiger-headed mask standing nodded slightly at him.

Yang Feng didn't say anything, looked at the number "one six" on his forehead, and nodded slightly.

On the left side of the tree trunk, there is a woman wearing a gauze skirt and an owl mask. Her graceful body is leaning against the sea banyan tree, her slender arms are wrapped around her chest, and she looks slightly towards Yang Feng. The number on her mask is "Two One".

Behind him, on the other side of the banyan tree, a head wearing a dark blue eagle falcon mask engraved with the words "25" was poked out, glanced up and down at Yang Feng, and then took it back.

On a horizontal branch to the right of the sea banyan tree, there is a thin figure hanging upside down. He wore a monkey mask on his face, and the word "eight" is engraved on it.

Seeing Yang Feng look at him, the man's two yellowish eyeballs also circling through the holes of the mask, and also looked at Yang Feng.

Below this person, there was a thin man wearing a water blue gown and a bear-like mask, sitting upright, closing his eyes to rest.

The word "one three" is engraved on the eyebrows on the mask.

I don’t know whether it was due to the rules of the Impermanence Alliance or some other reason, no one spoke or talked, and even the man in the red robe wearing a three-mask on his head did not say a word to the others.

Seeing this, Yang Feng also picked up a place to sit down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

This wait will last for eight days.

During this period, no one came again, and no one in the audience spoke or left. The atmosphere at the scene was indescribable.
Chapter completed!