Eight Desolate Sword God Chapter 1153: Revenge of the Holy Son of Fire

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Time flies, and soon a day passes. Δ

On this day, the extremely fast Ye Chenfeng continually traverses all corners of the ancient Yaoshan Mountain, breaking through a strong ban, and by identifying seven herbs needed, and picking some rare herbs.

However, he did not reproduce such wonders as the soul of rejuvenation.

During the Ye Chenfeng's patience search for eleven-flavor herbs in the ancient medicine mountain, he once entered the ancient medicine mountain, and agreed that the four people of the Holy Spirit of the gathering place would gather together.

And they are very experienced. Through exchanges with each other, they basically gathered the herbs they needed, and began to look for Ye Chenfeng, Jiao Yuyan and Muqinghuo in the ancient Yaoshan. They wanted to join forces to kill their souls. They retaliated.

However, the ancient Yaoshan Mountain is too big. More than 10,000 alchemists enter here, just like a small fish wandering in the lake. It is tantamount to finding a person if you want to find someone.

Just as Huo Ling Sheng Zi and others acted separately, searching for the whereabouts of Ye Chenfeng, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of Huo Ling Sheng Zi.

"It ’s that old guy!"

Looking at a wood flying out of a valley with a smile on his face from the distance, a bit of fiery color appeared in the eyes of the fire spirit son, and immediately flew over to intercept him at the mouth of the valley.

"It's you ..."

Looking at the sudden appearance of the Holy Spirit Son, Mu Qinghuo's face changed slightly, knowing that the person who came was not good, and didn't even think about it, immediately fled out of the valley.

"Old guy, do you think you can escape?"

As the Nine-Star Celestial Master, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit has reached the Nirvana realm, far superior to Mu Qinghuo.

His soul flashed slightly, drawing a shadow of soul in midair, chasing Mu Qinghuo at a rapid rate.

With less than ten breaths, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit caught up with Mu Qinghuo, and the terrible soul formed a big hand, imprinted on him with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"Kuroki Heavenly Fire, defense!"

I feel that the soul of the soul of the Holy Spirit condenses and locks himself completely, avoiding the inevitable wood and green fire immediately releases the extremely hot Kuroki Heavenly Fire to break out of the body, and quickly turns around above the head to resist the soul of the big hand attack.

"Boom!"

The moment the soul hand touched the Heavenly Fire vortex, the entire void trembled, and the two forces vigorously repelled in midair, venting their power.

"Break me!"

Spirit of the Fire Spirit slammed, and Soul Power poured out of his body, injected into the soul master, increasing the attack power of the soul master, and violently cracked the flame vortex formed by Kuroki Heavenly Fire.

Seeing Kuroki Heavenly Fire can't resist the attack of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, Muqinghuo decisively wants to withdraw from the breakout.

But the Holy Spirit Son responded faster, his body flickered slightly, and stopped Mu Qinghuo, the rolling soul power turned into a warrior with various handles, and continued to attack Mu Qinghuo like a wave of offensive, blocking. He dodges the space.

"Soul escape ..."

Unable to resist the fierce attack of the Fire Spirit Son, Mu Qinghu did not hesitate to detonate the soul, and the fastest-spread soul escaped to the distance.

"Da Chi Heavenly Fire, destroy me!"

Holy Spirit Child ’s finger, Da Chi Heavenly Fire fired his finger like a fire snake, like a red light, accurately hit the remnant soul of Mu Qinghu, who was running away from Zhan Soul Dun, and killed him The remnant soul burned to ashes.

"Poof!"

The moment the soul was extinguished, the wood and green fire left in the outside world woke up immediately, a ray of blood was sprayed from his mouth, and a pale face was exposed on the old face.

"Holy Son, you ’re so deceiving!"

The soul was exterminated by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, Mu Qinghuo lost the chance to enter the preliminary round, and his efforts for many years have been lost. This makes him regret, more is angry.

However, he is not worried about Ye Chenfeng. Instead, he expects the Son of Fire Spirit to meet Ye Chenfeng as early as possible. He believes that with the strength of Ye Chenfeng, he will definitely avenge himself.

"I finally solved it, who will be the next one?"

Successfully killed Mu Qinghuo ’s soul. The Holy Spirit Son showed a cold smile, and continued to search the whereabouts of Ye Chenfeng and Jiao Yuyan in Ancient Medicine Mountain.

And at this time, Ye Chenfeng, there is a powerful ban in the depths of ancient Yaoshan, is controlling the powerful soul power to attack the ban.

"What is there in this valley, the guardianship prohibition is so terrifying."

Ye Chenfeng used the 3-Star Dao Saint Spirit soul power to the extreme, violently attacking for more than half an hour, only to crack the ban, which made him interested in the ban.

"Break me!"

Under the perseverance of the Ye Chenfeng's persevering soul attack, more and more cracks were finally forcibly broken by Ye Chenfeng, and a thick air of death filled out in the broken ban.

"That's ... death mandala!"

Looking at the prohibition is a shrubbery. In the middle of the bush, there is a plant more than half a meter high. There are death thorns on the branches and leaves. The strange flower, Ye Chenfeng recognized at a glance, this is exactly the death mandala that Xia Wendi was looking for.

"It was this strange flower that grew in the original ban!"

Ye Chenfeng knows the power of the dead mandala. At the beginning, Xia Wendi completed the transformation by using the dead mandala. If you can get it, you can use this wonderful flower to trade your favorite things.

"I do n’t know what is the guardian of this dead mandala?"

The more precious the wonder, the stronger the guardian, Ye Chenfeng controls the soul into eight soul swords suspended above the head, slowly approaching the past.

"Well, there is no guardian?"

When walking three meters away from the dead mandala, the Ye Chenfeng appeared unexpectedly, and there was no guardian around the dead mandala.

"It seems that the true guardian of this dead mandala is itself!"

Staring at the mandala covered with death thorns, Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul of 3-Star Dao Saint to condense a big hand and grabbed it forward.

Seeing that the soul of the hand grasped the death mandala, a powerful force of death was released in the death mandala, and turned into a huge tree shadow, swaying the death tree shadow, and whipped towards the soul hand.

"Kacha!"

The moment when the soul hand was hit by the tree of death, it shattered like glass, and the tree shadow of the air of death was like a broken bamboo, and it hit the Ye Chenfeng fiercely. The terrible power of death forced him to retreat.

Although the soul of Ye Chenfeng is strong enough, the defense of the soul body is too weak. Once hit by the shadow of the condensed tree of the dead mandala, it is bound to be heavy injury.

"How to extract this dead mandala?"

Ye Chenfeng floated in the distance, staring at the dead mandala, thinking about how to extract it.

Bathless, he summoned the death Yan Heavenly Fire, ready to forcibly extract the death mandala.

Suddenly, the powerful soul of Ye Chenfeng felt the appearance of eight powerful soul breaths, his eyebrows lifted, revealing a cunning smile, and the plan came from his heart.

"Boom!"

The Ye Chenfeng threw another palm across the air and bombarded the mandala of death with fierce rebellion against the tree of death, causing a huge movement.

The next moment, he flashed slightly, hiding in a bush in the distance, converging the amount of Soul Power.

Ye Chenfeng has just been concealed. Eight powerful soul breaths heard the movement flying quickly. When they saw the dead mandala through the broken prohibition, the hot color immediately appeared in their eyes. Unexpectedly, immediately flew into the broken prohibition.

"Really a mandala of death. If we can pick this flower, we will definitely make a fortune when we go out!" A man with a slightly bloated figure narrowed his eyes and said excitedly.

"Let's go, let's work together to extract this dead mandala!" The old man in gray felt for four weeks and didn't notice the existence of Ye Chenfeng. He immediately approached the dead mandala and wanted to forcibly extract it.

At this moment, feeling several people approaching, the death mandala once again condensed the tree of death and fought against them.

"War, it's better to consume the spiritual power of the dead mandala!" Ye Chenfeng hidden in the bushes reveals a cunning look, waiting patiently.