After half a cup of tea, Yang Fan flew to a magnificent and heavily guarded Black Stone Castle in the center of the island.

This entire castle can accommodate tens of thousands of people because it is the base camp of the demon clan, and the houses and buildings inside are quite tall.

Whoosh!

Yang Fan flew to the Black Stone Castle and felt a terrifying and depressing demonic aura.

On the city tower, thousands of demon warriors stood, densely packed with eyes showing a murderous aura.

Faced with such a scene, the monks probably had already given up, so how dare they trespass?

"Senior, you are a big trip to Black Stone Fort, what's the point of doing?"

A high-level demon cultivator flew over and asked respectfully.

If the old monster of Nascent Soul came here in person, he would have scolded him long ago.

"I want to meet your castle lord 'Yingyun' and exchange important items for your exchange."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Sir, wait, the younger ones will convey it immediately."

The high-level demon cultivator immediately flew into the castle.

A moment later, another beautiful woman with charming appearance flew out of the castle.

This person is actually a human female cultivator, whose cultivation level is approaching the Nascent Soul stage.

"Dare you ask me about my surname?" The beautiful woman looked at Yang Fan curiously, with a little awe in her eyes.

"Old Fan Yang." Yang Fan casually fooled a name. He was an old man in his seventies at this moment, so he naturally had to be more steady.

Fan Yang, pronounced backwards, is the homonym of Yang Fan's name.

"Please, Senior Fan."

The beautiful woman looked respectful and led the way in front.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and slowly walked into Blackstone Castle.

In the castle, a more depressing and intense demonic aura rushed towards him.
Chapter completed!