Urban Madness

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The leader is the supreme ruler of the Black Sea Forest Prison.

The Black Sea Forest Prison is a loose evil organization. There is no strict hierarchy among the major members, but they are all loyal to the leader at the same time.

The leader is extremely mysterious, no one knows his origin, and no one has seen his appearance, because he always wears a Yama mask to hide his face.

And how strong he is is still unknown, because all his enemies are dead.

But what is certain is that the leader is definitely the true celestial tribulation, and he has survived the tribulation more than once.

And the Blood Throne in the high air in the distance is a peerless weapon that the leader personally sacrificed, possessing heavenly qualities.

Rumor has it that the chief has visited many stars, hunted 999 kinds of ancient alien beasts, collected their blood, captured their dead souls, and blended them into a furnace to refine this blood throne.

Once it was sacrificed, the surrounding ink cloud filled with turbulence, which contained the meaning of extreme killing. Ordinary monks fell into it, and there was no possibility of surviving.

Even the elders of the Yunhai Fairy Gate would not dare to shake them easily.

At this moment, above the Throne of Blood, there was a tall figure sitting.

Looking into the distance, he was wearing a black cloak. The surface of the cloak was tattooed with all kinds of ghosts, devil gods, prajna, swords and mountains of fire. It just painted a picture of the Hell of the nose, lifelike, vivid, and countless creatures. I am suffering from uninterrupted pain...

The line of sight shifted, the leader's cheeks were completely enveloped under the mask of Hell, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the eagle looked at the wolf, revealing the supreme sharpness, which made people afraid to look directly.

When the leader appeared, everything in the sight of everyone in the field disappeared, leaving only the tall and majestic figure, raising hands and feet, shaking up the nine worlds and terrifying the nine, making the people surrender!

He seemed to be the only master in this world, and as soon as he appeared, the world trembled.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

For a time, hundreds of demon heads all knelt down, showing awe.

Most of them have seen the methods of the leader.

Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me die!

No one who offends the chief has a good end.

Soon, the Blood Throne swept Mo Yun into the arena, but did not land, still floating in the sky.

The leader sits on the throne, condescendingly, his eyes squinting, like a **** above the top of all beings.

"Subordinates pay homage to the chieftain!"

"The Master Chief's personal presence here really makes this place brilliant!"

"Why didn't your lord inform us in advance, so we can meet you in advance!"

...

Hundreds of demon heads all squeezed out attentive smiles, no longer the arrogant appearance of the past, as if they were transformed into a group of licking dogs.

"What did you do with your account?"

The leader's voice is low and hoarse, like the violent friction between metals, it is creepy.

"Master leader, the spiritual veins have been taken out, right there!" Yan Jingfeng said loudly.

The leader turned around, looked at the remaining half of the spiritual vein in the sky, his eyes drenched, and sternly said: "Why is this spiritual vein missing by more than half? Is it that you are greedy?"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a monstrous evil spirit and a strong smell of blood suddenly spread, overwhelming the sky.

Although the chieftain is still sitting on the Throne of Blood, everyone can feel his anger, as if he is about to kill him in the next moment.

For a while, the audience was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone shivered, holding their breath, not even the atmosphere.

Before, they were frightened by Ye Fan's terrifying strength and did not dare to desperately let Ye Fan take away half of the spiritual vein.

But they never expected that the chieftain would come in person, and if the chieftain was to blame, no one could bear the anger.

"Why? Don't speak, don't you put me in your eyes and want to rebel?"

The leader's staring gaze is like a heavenly sword, sweeping the audience, which contains incomparable sharpness.

In desperation, Yan Jingfeng bit his scalp and took a step forward and explained:

"The leader, a senior from the Beichen faction of the holy land suddenly came and asked for spiritual veins. His strength is too strong. I am afraid that he is a true immortal. The jade face Lang Jun Jiang Han was killed by him. We Together, everyone can’t be an enemy! Therefore, we made an agreement with the senior that he would only take half of the spiritual vein! But now, the leader, you are here, and you can easily take back the half from him. A spiritual vein!"

"Senior of the Holy Land Beichen School?"

A look of jealousy flashed in the chief's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "Where is this person? I want to meet him!"

"It's there!"

Yan Jingfeng stretched his hand to where Ye Fan had originally stood.

But at this moment, there is no one there, where is the shadow of Ye Fan?

Seeing this scene, Yan Jingfeng's pupils shrank abruptly, with an incredible expression on his face, and said tremblingly: "Ye... Where is Senior Ye?"

The monsters next to him also exploded.

"Why is Senior Ye missing?"

"I don't know... just still there!"

"Where did he go in just a while?"

"That guy and Evil Sabre are old acquaintances, Evil Sabre must know his whereabouts!"

"Yes! The evil sword disciple brought him from the beginning!"

...

Hearing these words, Yan Jingfeng's face was even worse than eating shit.

If Ye Fan can't be found, then Yan Jingfeng will definitely not be able to get rid of the relationship, and I am afraid that he will be charged with "accomplice", and he will not be cleared if he jumps into the Yellow River.

Thinking of this, Yan Jingfeng weakened his knees, fell on his knees, and looked up at the chief executive and said, "Master chief, please also observe the details. I really have nothing to do with that guy. Don't be fooled by what others say. what!"

"Humph!"

The leader snorted coldly, and said: "Of course I will find out about this! No matter who it is, dare to grab food from my hand, he will not be able to eat it!"

After that, the leader slapped the Throne of Blood fiercely. Thousands of drops of blood rushed out, constantly twisting and changing in the air.

After a few breaths, those blood drops condensed into the appearance of dozens of eagles. The whole body was red and lifelike, composed entirely of blood drops, and looked very strange.

"Go!"

With a big wave of the leader's hand, the blood eagles received the instruction, and immediately fluttered their wings, flew in all directions, swiftly, and pulled out blood-colored phantoms in the air, the speed is comparable to the high-grade spirit beasts.

Immediately afterwards, the leader took out a simple bronze mirror.

Above the mirror, scenes of scenes appeared, lonely smoke in the desert, winding mountains, yellow sand swept across, withered bones everywhere...

And this picture is still changing.

Hundreds of demons below were surprised when they saw this.

Looking at this posture, the leader should be displaying some kind of secret technique, projecting the pictures seen in the eyes of the blood eagle into this bronze mirror, in order to find the whereabouts of Ye Fan.

Unless Ye Fan hides deep in the ground, it is impossible to escape the eyes of the blood eagle.

After a dozen breaths, the picture in the bronze mirror no longer changed, completely frozen, and Ye Fan's figure appeared inside.

At this moment, Ye Fan was urging all his strength to run away frantically.

Ye Fan secretly said that when he learned that the leader was coming.

Although he used the trick of concealing the sky and crossing the sea to deceive many demon heads, he also obtained most of the spiritual veins.

However, in the face of a powerhouse at the level of True Immortal Crossing Tribulation, Ye Fan didn't have any self-confidence at all. If it was revealed, he would die forever.

Because of this, Ye Fan didn't have any hesitation. When everyone was not paying attention, he wiped the soles of his feet.

In just a few minutes, Ye Fan's firepower was fully on, and it was already hundreds of miles away.

...

"This person?"

The leader had never seen Ye Fan, and asked, pointing at the figure in the bronze mirror.

"Yes!" Yan Jingfeng nodded immediately and explained, "Master Chief, this is Senior Ye from the Beichen School! I didn't expect him to be so shameless. He ran away after taking half of his spiritual veins!"

"Yan Jingfeng, do you dare to quibble at this time?" The leader suddenly shouted, his tone filled with anger, as if he was transformed into an ancient demon king and wanted to choose someone to eat.

This sudden change in momentum caused Yan Jingfeng's face to change wildly, with a puffy cold sweat on his forehead, and tremblingly asked: "Master Chief, what do you mean, why don't I understand?"

"Huh! A mere cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, who dares to be called the senior of the Beichen School of Holy Land, do you think I am a fool?!" The chief yelled angrily.