Carolina's beautiful eyes flickered with excitement, and she said in a trembling voice: "The Feisuo Plane, where one can ascend to godhood and promote to a god!!"
The beautiful eyes of many beautiful Great Warlocks revealed rays of excitement. If they could ascend to godhood on the Feisuo Plane, then they would have at least a lifespan of millions of years, immortality, and undying looks.
The pretty faces of Shayenna, Joanna, and the other dark elven Legend rank experts changed slightly, and their beautiful eyes flashed with fear.
On the Feisuo Plane, the existence of the Goddess of Dark Elves Lolth was a shadow in the depths of their hearts.
They were deeply aware of the terror of the Goddess of Dark Elves Lolth.
Yang Feng said with a smile: "That's right, it's the Feisuo Plane."
Yang Feng said with a smile: "Alright, let's go back!
The gods are currently paying attention to the Feisuo Plane, so it's not the best time for us to go there.
After a few years, when the planar tide arrives, the eyes of the gods will be obscured, and they won't be able to spy on the entire continent. At that time, it's time for you to go on a vacation. "
The beautiful Great Warlocks looked at each other, and their gazes seemed to blossom with intense and resplendent sparks.
They were all top geniuses of the Turandot Subcontinent, and they keenly sensed the meaning behind Yang Feng's words.
The Feisuo Plane was presumably the place where Yang Feng was going to ascend to godhood. At that time, they might become gods outside the Feisuo Plane, immortality, and undying looks.
Yang Feng ignored the beautiful Warlocks beside him, each with their own ulterior motives, and directly returned to Rose Garden.
Yang Feng's mechanical avatars would take turns living in the headquarters of the five major forces in the Turandot Plain.
His favorite place to live was still Rose Garden, because it had the most beautiful young girls. It looked pleasing to the eye, like a beautiful scenery, and brimming with the aura of youth.
In a secret room in the deepest part of Rose Garden, there was a top-notch warp gate that was 10 meters wide and 20 meters tall, brimming with a metallic texture.
Behind the top-notch warp gate, there were 365 thick energy transmission lines, which resembled blood vessels connected to 360 oval-shaped energy transmitters with a diameter of 2 meters.
Yang Feng came to in front of the top grade warp gate and pressed a button.
The warp gate connected to more than 360 energy conveyors flashed with light, and the energy within the 360 energy conveyors began to frantically extract the energy within them. The high-energy crystals within the energy conveyors shattered one by one.
The top grade warp gate slowly opened, and a distorted wormhole appeared within the warp gate.
Yang Feng's mechanical avatar stepped into the twisted wormhole and appeared in a secret chamber of the Black Dragon Country.
In a secret room of the Black Dragon Country, there was also a top grade warp gate. On the opposite side of the top grade warp gate sat Yang Feng's clone.
"Success!
Sure enough, this top-grade warp gate can allow one to freely travel between different planes! "
Yang Feng's mechanical avatar and avatar looked at each other and revealed a satisfied smile.
The top-grade warp gate could allow one to freely travel between two planes, which meant that the distance between the Feisuo Plane and the Cangzhi Plane, the two top planes, was negligible in front of Yang Feng.
If he were a planar merchant, he could take advantage of the huge gap between the two planes to make a terrifying windfall.
A few months later.
Yang Feng's true body came to the secret chamber of the top grade warp gate in Rose Garden, activated the warp gate, stepped into the wormhole, and appeared in the secret chamber of the Black Dragon Country.
Yang Feng's clone smiled and threw the jade card to Yang Feng's true body.
After Yang Feng's true body left the secret chamber, he came to a remote Desolate Islands and crushed the jade card.
The moment the jade card was crushed, it turned into a whirlpool that swallowed Yang Feng's true body.
A dizzy feeling of dizziness slowly disappeared from Yang Feng's mind, and he appeared in front of the gold gate.
In front of the gold gate, the two guardians, one fat and one thin, looked at Yang Feng with astonishment in their eyes.
The eyes of the fat old man flashed with astonishment, and he mused: "Great Warlock!
His cultivation speed is really fast!
No wonder he can hunt demigod rank freaks! "
The fat old man pointed at Yang Feng indifferently, and a red light fell on Yang Feng: "Yang Feng, you have passed the assessment!
According to the agreement between you and Huang Yihe, you are now his personal disciple! "
A spatial fluctuation enveloped Yang Feng, and he disappeared in a flash.
White clouds covered the sky.
A vast palace exuding seven-colored light suspended above the white clouds, looking like a palace inhabited by immortals.
The inscribed board of the palace was engraved with the words "Immortal Huang Palace".
With a flash of red light, Yang Feng appeared in front of the Immortal Huang Palace.
The gate of the Immortal Huang Palace opened, and a beautiful oriental girl dressed in a snow-white dress, with long black hair and an elegant aura walked towards Yang Feng with a smile on her face: "Senior Disciple Brother Yang Feng, I am Wang Zhilan, one of Teacher's disciples in name. Please come with me, Teacher wants to see you."
Yang Feng glanced at Wang Zhilan, and his pupils constricted slightly and his eyes shimmered with astonishment: "Starry Sky Warlock, such an expert is only a disciple in name.
As expected of a great elder of the Fighting Demonic Sect. "
Wang Zhilan, who looked delicate and powerless, was only a disciple in name of Huang Yihe. From this, it could be imagined how strict Huang Yihe was in accepting disciples.
If it was the Yang Feng before entering the Feisuo Plane, he wouldn't be able to see through Wang Zhilan's true strength, and would only think that she was an ordinary beautiful human girl.
Wang Zhilan sized up Yang Feng with great curiosity. With a refreshing smile on her face, she led Yang Feng into the Immortal Huang Palace and said while walking: "Senior Disciple Brother Yang Feng, before entering the Feisuo Plane, you were just a level-2 Warlock. In less than five years, you have already promoted to a Great Warlock and even killed a demigod rank expert. That's really amazing!
Even in the Fighting Demonic Sect, there aren't many Senior Disciple Brothers and Sisters who can kill a demigod from another plane. "
Yang Feng said with a modest smile: "I was just lucky.
The totems of the demigods I killed were destroyed by me. Unable to use divine power, they were besieged and killed by me and the helpers I found.
If those demigods could use divine power, then I might not be able to kill them. "
Wang Zhilan had a smile on her face, but her heart was filled with shock: "They!!
He killed more than one demigod! "
Any demigod rank expert was comparable to a Starry Sky Warlock and had their own trump cards.
It was extremely difficult for a Great Warlock rank expert to kill a Starry Sky Warlock, and it was even more difficult to kill a demigod rank divine life form.
Yang Feng killing a demigod rank expert had already made Wang Zhilan have a whole new level of respect for him. But now that he killed several demigod rank experts, Wang Zhilan could only feel shock.
After passing through winding corridors, a hall appeared in front of Yang Feng.
In the center of the hall sat an old man in a blue robe. He was one of the four great elders of the Fighting Demonic Sect, Huang Yihe.
Inside the hall, there were praying mats. At the front were seven praying mats, with six young men and women sitting on six of them.
Behind the six praying mats, there were seventy-two other praying mats. Each of the seventy-two praying mats had a person sitting on it. Only one praying mat was empty.
Looking at this scene, Yang Feng mused: "The style isn't right. Yesterday it was a Western fantasy, but now it's an Eastern fantasy.
I wonder what it's like in the Western World! "
Among the Eight Warlock Dynasties established by the Cangzhi Plane's human Warlocks, the Time Lord, the Taboo Lord, the Transcendent Lord, the Star Lord, the Death Lord, the Golem Lord, and the Magic Note Lord were all invincible experts born in the Eastern World.
The 8th Warlock Dynasty's Dawn Lord was an invincible expert born in the Western World.
Because the Dawn Lord was a peerless expert born in the Western World, he had always been unpopular in the Eastern World.
But the Dawn Lord was a Warlock Emperor revered and worshipped by countless people in the Western World.
Before the 8th Warlock Dynasty, the culture and customs of the Eastern World pervaded the entire Cangzhi Plane, and even the Western World took pride in the aristocratic etiquette of the Eastern World.
After the 8th Warlock Dynasty, the situation changed, and the civilizations of the Western World and the Eastern World contended with each other.
In the Cangzhi Plane, the subsidiary subcontinents close to the Eastern World were filled with the customs and customs of the Eastern World, while the subsidiary subcontinents close to the Western World were filled with the customs and customs of the Western World.
The Turandot Subcontinent was a subsidiary subcontinent close to the Western World.
This resembled the medieval magic society of the West.
As soon as Yang Feng entered the reception hall, gazes of jealousy, envy, and curiosity focused on him.
Huang Yihe spoke: "Yang Feng, you passed the assessment. According to the agreement, I will accept you as a personal disciple. This is your position."
The 7th praying mat at the front suddenly emitted a faint light.
"Yes, Teacher!
Please accept a bow from your disciple! "
Very quick-witted, Yang Feng went to the praying mat, sat down, and then performed a discipleship ceremony towards Huang Yihe.
Huang Yihe pointed at the 6 young men and women sitting on the praying mats and said: "These are your 6 Senior Apprentice Brothers and Senior Apprentice Sisters. Later on, you should get close to each other and deal with enemies together."
Yang Feng replied: "Yes!
Teacher! "
Sitting on the 72 praying mats was a tall, handsome young man of about 18 or 19 years old, brimming with confidence. He stood up, saluted Huang Yihe, and said in a clear voice: "Teacher, I want to challenge Senior Apprentice Brother Yang Feng!
Please allow me! "
Curious and excited gazes immediately focused on Yang Feng and the young man.