New members, new hope.

Ye Feng did not feel much about this batch of disciples, mainly because there were too many recruits. Although he remembered everyone, he was not necessarily familiar with them.

There are actually only a few hundred disciples who are really familiar with him.

Shi Lei, Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie...

Naturally, these people don't need to say much.

Everyone is very familiar.

Most of the remaining disciples knew their names and their information, and they hardly communicated on weekdays.

No way, there are too many people in the sect!

"If it weren't for the sect's mission requirements, I wouldn't want to recruit so many disciples! My favorite is to recruit a few or a dozen disciples, so that we can get to know each other better and teach them better."

Ye Feng secretly said.

At this time, the new disciples came and sat on different futons in the order of ascending the peak.

"Is that the headmaster?"

"Surely so young!"

"Our sect master can kill Ji Immortal Emperor, the top powerhouse of the 70th-level Immortal Emperor. His strength is very powerful. We hope to get his guidance."

All the disciples sat on the seats, secretly looking at Ye Feng, and talking in a low voice.

Winter winter!

Someone stepped on the stone steps to the top of the peak, and fell on the grass so tired, breathing heavily.

"Come up, find a place to sit!"

Ye Feng waved to the disciple in the distance.

"Yes."

The new disciple nodded and hurriedly sat on the futon corresponding to his own ranking.

Another half hour passed.

After the last tenth generation disciple climbed to the top of the peak and sat in his own seat, Ye Feng finally took out the sect roster and the seal of the head.

"Next, introduce yourself."

Ye Feng spoke slowly.

After a while, registration begins.

While filling out the roster for the ten generations of disciples, Ye Feng also explained the key points of their cultivation and pointed out their current problems, which made all the disciples stunned and realized their previous practice mistakes.

The whole sermon lasted a long time.

The registration time only took half a day, but the follow-up sermons lasted for half a month.

...

Immortal world, an ancient city.

The new sect hall of the Black Prison Demon Sect.

Listening to the report of the Immortal Emperor under his command, Immortal Emperor Heisha and the hundreds of Immortal Emperors around him looked solemn.

"In the past two weeks, hundreds of immortal emperors have disappeared mysteriously in our Black Prison Demon Sect, and their soul lamps have also collapsed."

"That means, they are dead."

"Ye Feng is preaching on Misty Peak. Xia Yao and Huo Lingjiao are both in the ancient kingdom of God, and no other suspicious characters have taken action. On the ancient trees in the black prison, there has never been a shadow of the black prison monster."

"So, it must be the Black Prison Warcraft."

Immortal Emperor Heisha's face was gloomy.

Before the Black Prison Demon Sect was reorganized, none of the Immortal Emperors under his command left a soul lamp.

But now it's different.

Every member of the Black Prison Demon Sect left a soul lamp with the corresponding elder so that he could understand the situation.

Although all the Immortal Emperors below the 40th level died today, hundreds of them died in half a month, which still made them feel a little bit afraid and worried.

More than 80,000 Immortal Emperors below the 40th level will die at this rate. After a few decades, all the Immortal Emperors below the 40th level will be dead.

At that time, will it be the turn of the Immortal Emperor above forty to die? No one can guarantee this.

"Sect Master, if it really is the Black Prison Warcraft, we can't stop it!"

"Although the Black Prison Warcraft is injured, he is still a former Hundred Layer Immortal Emperor, and he can suppress evil thoughts. It's useless even if we go together."

Immortal Dragon Hunter frowned.

"what can we do about it?"

Everyone was helpless.

"Don't panic, now only immortal emperors below the fortieth level have died. If they die at this speed, they can last for decades. As we said before, we can first see if any immortal emperors above the fortieth level have died. If not If so, then everything will be fine.”

Immortal Emperor Heisha said solemnly.

"Okay, that's the only way to go."

The immortal emperors nodded.

...

Misty sect.

After half a month of preaching, Ye Feng used some of the origin of the universe, colorful enlightenment tea leaves, special bloodline, and high-level elixir that he had left before throwing it into the nine-star alchemy furnace to make a special medicinal bath.

"Fairy Wood"

Ten generations of disciples soaked in medicinal baths.

The whole process lasted for another half a month.

When the disciples finished the medicated bath, everyone's foundation became extremely solid, and at worst they reached the ranks of the so-called top geniuses.

Their cultivation base is at least the Holy Land.

And this, just went through half a month of medicated bath.

"wake up!"

With Ye Feng's cry, the tens of thousands of ten-generation disciples who were soaking in the medicinal bath opened their eyes at the same time, and found that the medicinal bath in the water tank had been sucked dry.

"I actually became a saint!"

"Me too."

"Sacred Manifestation... I actually broke through from the Quasi-Saint to the second great realm of the Holy Realm!"

The ten generations of disciples were quite surprised.

"The medicinal bath I prepared is very powerful. Improving your cultivation is only secondary. The main function is to strengthen your foundation and lay a solid foundation."

Ye Feng said with a calm expression.

"hiss!"

"Improving cultivation is only secondary?"

The crowd was even more shocked.

Just a secondary function can make them break through to the Holy Land at worst, so how strong should it be as the foundation for the improvement of the main function?

The disciples immediately looked inside.

"My foundation has become very solid. Even if I recklessly use the cramming method to improve, I can quickly break through to the peak of heaven."

"Me too."

"I feel that my foundation is ten times thicker than before, oh my god! I was a top talent before, but under this circumstance, my foundation can be improved so much, it's terrifying!"

"The sect master's medicinal bath is too strong."

The ten generations of disciples were ecstatic.

This kind of opportunity, in the whole world, is only available in the misty sect, right? With their qualifications, if they join other sects, they will definitely not have this kind of treatment.

But the Misty Sect treats them equally.

"Okay, next, you follow the ninth-generation disciples to the tenth-generation disciple's residence. Remember to keep the identity token and sect disciple clothes I gave you."

Ye Feng waved his hand.

"Disciple retire!"

The disciples left the water tank, steamed the water on their clothes, and became refreshed again. After bowing their hands to Ye Feng, they walked towards the mountain behind Misty Peak.

It was the residence of the disciples.

If the strength is strong, such as surpassing the Thirty-Three Immortal Emperor, you can also live on the floating island.

A quarter of an hour later.

All ten generations of disciples left.

Ye Feng sat on the grass, motionless.

This month, he seemed to be preaching here, but in fact he just left a fake body, and the real body was hunting and killing prisoners in the black prison outside.

...

A great world.

"The fifth fruit of evil thoughts is ripe."

Ye Feng looked at the fruit in the palm of his hand, put it in a special wooden box, and then felt his own cultivation, and found that there was still a lot of distance from the sixty-ninth floor of the Creation Realm.

"At the back, it's too difficult to break through."

"Even if I kill and devour 100,000 black prisoners, I can break through to the seventy-fifth floor of the Creation Realm at most, and then I will be stuck."

Ye Feng said helplessly.

"Next, go to the black prison and see."

He tore through the void and disappeared.

[PS: At the end of the month! There are more than 5,000 words every day this month, and the update is still possible, a little more than last month! Keep up the good work next month! Good night! 】