Wan Sanqian's tone was respectful, even with a hint of flattery, but his shrewd little eyes showed the ultimate calculation of the businessman, "Not only did you kill Zhang Cheng, you even killed the 'Heavenly Man'..."
He made an extremely exaggerated gesture of wiping his neck. He was so amazed that the fat on his face trembled.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Immortal Lord Yu Heng, that is the pet peeve of Half-Step Immortal King and Immortal Lord of the Seven Luminaries. In Shangyanshang, if this news gets out, I, Myriad Treasures Tower, will probably be demolished into rubble tomorrow by that crazy woman Netherworld Ghost Mother and her people."
"So, Senior Lin, someone needs to clarify this."
Wan Sanqian put down the storage ring and said with a serious face, "I am definitely not helping you escape, let alone making you an enemy of the Netherworld Hall. This is called... risk investment! It is a strategic bet on future potential stocks!"
Lin Feng chuckled and took a sip of tea, "Master Wan is indeed a wonderful person. Since it is an investment, I won't be polite. Where is the road?"
Wan Sanqian smiled and hit a magic formula with a wave of his hand.
"Boom--"
The row of bookshelves behind him filled with various rare treasures slowly moved to both sides, revealing a deep passage. At the end of the passage was a small teleportation array that shone with silver light and constantly emitted spatial fluctuations.
"This is Wan's private escape passage. It was arranged by a formation master at a huge price, and it leads directly to the edge of 'Chaotic Star Sea' on the White Jade Immortal Province border. It is one-way transmission, one-time consumption, and destroyed after use. Even if the old witch comes to investigate in person, she will never be able to find the source."
Wan Sanqian made a "please" gesture.
Lin Feng stood up and took a deep look at the fat man.
This old fox is indeed smart.
He knows very well that Lin Feng can kill Half-Step Immortal King with the body of Heavenly Immortal. This kind of combat power and potential is simply shocking. As long as Lin Feng does not die today, he will definitely become a giant in the future, and may even shake Immortal Court.
Instead of offending a future God of Slaughter for the reward of the Netherworld Hall, it is better to provide help in times of need and form a good relationship. Even if the bet loses this time and the teleportation array is destroyed, no one has any evidence that Myriad Treasures Tower did it.
"Thank you. I'll remember this favor."
Lin Feng didn't talk nonsense, picked up Huang Fugui who was still crying, and strode into the passage.
"Senior Lin, walk slowly! If you have those 'high-end goods' (referring to Immortal Lord, Immortal King relics), or any useless Supreme-Grade Immortal Artifact in the future, remember to give priority to me! The price guarantees your satisfaction!"
Wan Sanqian was waving an embroidered handkerchief behind her. She looked like a young daughter-in-law sending her husband off for a long trip, which made Lin Feng feel chilled.
Buzz!
With a flash of dazzling silver light, Lin Feng's figure instantly disappeared in the teleportation array.
The next second, the complex teleportation array cracked and turned into dust.
White Jade Immortal Province, southern wasteland, Chaotic Star Sea edge.
This is the place Lin Feng passed by shortly after he ascended. It was deserted, with jagged rocks and only a few low-level wild beasts wandering aimlessly.
The void twisted violently, as if someone had torn a hole into it.
"Bang!"
Lin Feng fell from the air in a somewhat embarrassed manner, leaving two deep footprints on the ground before he stabilized his body.
"Huh... it's finally out."
Lin Feng patted the dust on his body and glanced at Huang Fugui in his arms. This guy is also very big-hearted. After experiencing the bumps of Spatial Teleportation, he still didn't wake up. Only a bright golden light appeared on his body for a while, and a strange gray Chaos air flow lingered on his body. Obviously, evolution is at a critical moment.
"This little thing is a blessing in disguise."
Lin Feng carefully put Huang Fugui into the top-quality spirit beast bag that came from Immortal Lord Yu Heng.
It was dusk at this time, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the wasteland a chilling red.
"Where to go next? Go back to the sect first to reorganize? Or go directly to Central Prefecture to look for other opportunities?"
Just when Lin Feng was thinking about the next step.
"Zizzi--!!!"
An extremely harsh sound, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, suddenly sounded.
The special communication jade slip in Lin Feng's arms suddenly vibrated like crazy, and the heat emitted even burned his skin red.
This is...Demon Suppression Division The highest level "Heavenly Tribulation" distress signal!
It will only be activated when the base camp is facing a disaster!
Lin Feng's face suddenly changed, and without any hesitation, he immediately injected a stream of pure immortal essence.
"Bah... bah..."
The jade slip flashed with light, and an extremely weak and rapid voice with noisy background sound came intermittently from inside:
"Lin... Brother Lin! Ahem... if you hear this... don't! Don't come back!"
It's Liu Ming! That Liu Ming who always likes to be budget-conscious, a bit stingy but extremely loyal!
The background sound was filled with the roar of huge spells, the sound of buildings collapsing, screams, and the harsh sounds of metal weapons colliding, as if the place was undergoing a hellish massacre.
"Exposed... the location of the base camp... exposed!"
"That's... that's Immortal Court's [Silver-Armored Imperial Guard]! A total of thirty thousand people! The leader is that madman... Zhao Wuji, the leader of Late Golden Immortal Stage!"
"Boom!"
A loud noise interrupted Liu Ming's words, followed by his hoarse roar, "Damn it! Lao Chen! Leave me alone! Hold on to the left! We can't let them rush into the Sutra Pavilion!!"
The communication was interrupted for a short moment, and when it was connected again, Liu Ming's voice was obviously crying and desperate:
"Brother Lin... there is a traitor among us... or someone powerful has deduced our position..."
"We... can't leave. Demon Suppression Division This last bit of fire... will be extinguished today."
"You are Demon Suppression Division's last hope... I know you are strong, but don't come back! Don't come to die!"
"Take [Suppression Token]... and run as far as you want! As long as you are here, Demon Suppression Division will not be destroyed!"
"It's a trap! They're waiting for you to fall into their trap..."
"Crack!!"
Suddenly there was a crisp cracking sound from the other end of the communication jade slip. It seemed that the communication instrument was forcibly crushed by some powerful force.
Immediately afterwards, there was a cold, arrogant, unfamiliar voice with endless killing intent, which was forcibly transmitted along the spiritual connection that had not been completely disconnected:
"Run?"
"In the whole world, everything is the land of the king. On the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers."
"Tell that little turtle named Lin that I, Zhao Wuji, am waiting for him here."
"The game has just begun."
"Every quarter of an hour, I will kill a hundred Demon Suppression Division remnants until they are all gone."
"I want to see if he... can bear it and keep being a coward."
"Du--"
Communication was completely cut off. The light on the jade slip was completely extinguished, turning it into a piece of waste stone.
The wind roared past, picking up the gravel on the ground and hitting Lin Feng's face, causing pain.
In the wilderness, there is deathly silence.
Lin Feng still maintained the posture of holding the jade slip and lowered his head so that no one could see his expression clearly.
But the surrounding air cooled down rapidly at this moment, as if it had fallen directly from midsummer to cold winter. The weeds under the feet were instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost, and then turned into slag with a "click" Pulverization.
"A turtle with a shrunken head?"
Lin Feng's voice was hoarse and low, as if he was talking to himself or suppressing a volcano that was about to erupt.
"Silver-Armored Imperial Guard..."
"Zhao Wuji..."
"Late Golden Immortal Stage?"
Lin Feng slowly raised his head.
At that moment, if anyone was around, they would be frightened to death by his eyes.
Those eyes were as scarlet as blood. There was no trace of human emotion in them, only pure and overwhelming desire to kill!
If before entering Nine Nether Heavenly Prison, facing this kind of lineup, he might really have no choice but to swallow his anger and avoid the edge for the time being.
But now...
He holds ten trillion Crit Points!
He carries the "Immortal-Slaying Sword Art" Dao Realm that he just realized!
He even cut Half-Step Immortal King like a watermelon!
"Originally I wanted to keep a low profile and not cause trouble."
"Since you are so eager to die..."
"Since you want to play..."
"Then Laozi will play big with you!!"
Boom!
Lin Feng The ground beneath his feet collapsed instantly, and a huge crater appeared that was a hundred meters deep and a thousand meters in diameter!
With this terrifying recoil, his body turned into a black thunder, tearing through the sky, carrying murderous intent, and headed straight for the Demon Suppression Division base camp tens of thousands of miles away!
I am not going here to escape for my life.
Just for... killing people! Killing until rivers of blood flow!