Peerless Martial Soul

"According to the jade piece, we can find here, and from here, we will get clues to continue searching."

"I just don't know how many clues I have to get and how many turns I have to make before I can find the ultimate goal! However, this is worthy of his identity. After all, how can such a precious thing be found so easily?"

"That piece of jade and what we found here are just a small paragraph on top of this huge clue!"

Chen Feng asked: "Great Emperor Yin Yang, what level of master must he be? Soul Condensing Realm?"

"The Soul Condensing Realm? The Soul Condensing Realm is useless in front of the Yin Yang Emperor!" An Lao said disdainfully:

"To put it bluntly, the Soul Condensing Realm is not even qualified to guard the door for him. When the Yin Yang Emperor was at its peak, the weakest servants outside the palace would probably surpass the Soul Condensing Realm!"

Chen Feng took a breath: "No wonder the outermost parts of Emperor Yin Yang's tomb are guarded by such powerful evil spirits."

He asked: "Then what should we do now? With this giant bone spirit python here, there is nothing we can do!"

An Lao smiled slightly and said, "It is rumored that the tomb of Emperor Yin Yang has four entrances."

"These entrances are basically located in Qingzhou!"

"On the jade tripod, each side records the location of an entrance, and the jade plate we got is no exception."

"On our jade plate, there is a location recorded on it, which is another location besides this entrance. As long as you explore carefully, you will definitely find this place!"

Chen Feng nodded and looked carefully at the mountains and rivers outlined on the jade plate, memorizing them all.

The two left here soon, and this day was already the fifteenth day after entering the Spirit Mountain Range.

That's the last day.

Chen Feng suddenly slapped his head and said: "It's bad, I haven't hunted the purple spirit deer yet!"

"But" he said with a smile: "With my strength, hunting them is still easy."

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and when he just walked out of a valley, he suddenly saw a monster running towards this side.

This monster beast is shaped like a deer, its body is purple, and it looks quite luxurious.

But its size is quite violent, it is more than three people tall, six or seven meters long, and its huge hooves are as big as a giant water tank.

After seeing Chen Feng, it roared violently and rushed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at it and couldn't help but smile slightly: "This kind of monster must be the Purple Spirit Deer. This Purple Spirit Deer is equivalent to the cultivation level of a human warrior in the tenth level of the Shenmen Realm."

The Purple Spirit Deer is quite powerful, at least in this Purple Spirit Mountain Range, it is one of the most powerful spiritual beasts.

But in front of Chen Feng, it was obviously not enough.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, ducked, came directly in front of Zilinglu, and punched out.

The Purple Spirit Deer let out a mournful cry and was knocked out dozens of meters, hitting the cliff heavily, and its body was torn apart.

This powerful monster was directly killed by Chen Feng.

Then, Chen Feng stepped forward.

He no longer looked down upon monsters of this level. To him, the fur, crystal cores, etc. on the monster's body were of little value.

Chen Feng just cut off his left hind hoof.

That hoof is purple, which will be evidence of the number of purple spirit beasts Chen Feng killed here.

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and soon he encountered many purple spirit deer.

These purple spirit deer looked noble and elegant, but in fact they had a very bad temper. Before Chen Feng could deal with them, they took the initiative to provoke Chen Feng and attack him.

Chen Feng naturally smiled and killed them all with one punch.

Soon, there were four to five hundred purple spirit deer hooves in his mustard seed bag.

Chen Feng estimated that these should be enough, and others would not hunt more than him.

Chen Feng hurried forward, and on the way back, he killed hundreds more purple deer, making up a total of one thousand.

At the entrance to the Ziling Mountains, on an open space, everyone was already waiting there.

All the disciples who participated in the competition have returned, with one exception, Chen Feng.

Everyone was waiting anxiously.

It was almost noon, and the Lord of Sifang City stood up and announced loudly:

"In one hour, it will be the deadline for the first round of written examinations."

Then he sat back down again, his face indifferent.

This person is a tall and burly middle-aged man named Xu Xuanshui.

The person who presides over each year's competition is the city lord of the city that won the competition in the previous year.

Sifang City has won the first place in the competition for five consecutive years.

There was a sound of whispers below:

"There's still an hour left. The first round of competition is over. Why hasn't the man from Dongming City returned yet?"

"What's that man's name? He seems to be called Chen Feng, haha. Did he die here and be killed and devoured by those purple spirit deer?"

"It's possible. Dongming City is such a waste, and the people who come here are also waste. Any kind of situation could happen."

"That's right. If you hadn't died inside, why would you have come back so late?"

As he said this, there was a burst of laughter below.

A fat man in luxurious clothes staggered over.

This is a young man in his twenties, fat and ugly, but he still pretends to be romantic and wears flashy clothes.

He even put makeup on his face, the air was quite cold in late autumn, and he was holding a fan in his hand, looking very elegant.

He walked up to Sun Yiren, looked at him, and said arrogantly: "Sun Yiren, it seems that I overestimated your Dongming City before."

"Haha, I should have thought of it earlier. You people in Dongming City are such useless people."

"But I didn't expect that he didn't even have the honor of dying by my hands, and died directly in the Ziling Mountains."

Sun Yi's face turned red and he said angrily: "Fat Zhou, stop talking nonsense!"

"Chen Feng will definitely be able to come out. There is still an hour left. Why are you so anxious?"

"Haha, one more hour? One hour, do you think he can come back?"

Fatty Zhou laughed arrogantly and said: "Sun Yiren, don't hold on any longer, your people must have died in the Ziling Mountains."

"Hurry up and admit defeat as soon as possible and give me your position as the lord of Dongming City!"

Sun Yiren shook his head slowly but firmly, and Fatty Zhou snorted coldly: "You really don't know how to appreciate it."

Soon, an hour passed.

The Lord of Sifang City stood up and announced loudly: "The time has come. The first round of the ten-city competition has officially concluded..."

Just when he was about to say the word "桜", suddenly, a monster riding in the distance came towards him quickly.