"A magical power that touched the mystery of space, may even be afraid of immortals. However, this magical power has not been achieved, otherwise it would be enough to completely kill me."

The scholar's face was gloomy and terrible at this moment. He walked step by step towards Ye Feng who was in a coma.

If this son is not killed, he will be uneasy in the future.

Those golden elixirs and Nascent Soul cultivators also held their breath at this moment. Ye Feng's feathering magical power just now left an uncoverable crack on the scholar's body. However, the crack was quickly closed and repaired as he continued to absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth.

When the scholar man walked to Ye Feng's side, his body had been completely restored, but there were still clearly visible traces on it, just like patterns on porcelain.

"Remember, I am the one who killed you. I will be the one who helped me. I will be reincarnated in the future and reincarnate my temperament to avoid losing this as I am today." The man exclaimed, and the three-foot green breeze in his hand appeared in his hand.

The Book of Help did not use the true energy, and ordinary people waved the sword in his hand. In his opinion, there was no reason to use the true energy by killing a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

"Shu Shu, it seems that I will let him go on my face. I owe you a favor in the future."

Suddenly, a sound made the sword that made the letter waving abruptly stop.

"If you are not a member of the Ye family, why bother with the Ye family? This boy is too tired to live. I will help him to liberation. I will not kill his three souls and seven spirits. I will send him to reincarnation, so why should you stop him?"

As a period of leaving the body, Fu Shu lived for hundreds of years. When he first saw Ye Feng, he knew that he was a member of the Ye family.

But for him, the Ye family members should be killed, and this is why he had been staring at Ye Feng before.

The sword was swung again, but the letter could not be cut down again, because there was a man standing in front of him, a man who had no confidence to defeat him.

"Ye Kesong!"

Fu Shu slowly withdrew his sword, and the anger on his face gradually calmed down; "I really want to protect him?"

"Yes, you know I owe the Ye family a favor. If I don't pay it back now, I'm afraid I won't pay it back in the future. This kid is already the last generation of the Ye family." Ye Kesong was wearing a green Taoist robe with an ancient pine with a broken rock embroidered on it, tough and upright.

"This cannot be regarded as a reason! What does the favor you owe to me have to do with me? If you don't kill this son, I may die in his hands in the future." Fushu felt a threat from this unconscious Ye Feng, as if he had seen his future destiny.

Ye Kesong was silent for a moment. He knew that as a cultivator in the out-of-body stage, the soul was leading the heaven and earth to naturally have some sense of future and destiny. Now that the help of the letter sensed a threat on Ye Feng, it would not be possible to persuade him to retreat in a few words.

After all, offending a great monk is always better than being able to fall into life and death adversity in the future.

"He cannot kill because he is a person who is a congenital water spirit body and is destined to become an immortal in the future. Even the Aoki Sect cannot afford to lose."

Ye Kesong's old face was still calm.

Innate water spirit body?

Fushu was stunned at first, then sneered, "No wonder this son can condense the golden elixir in one year and kill the Nascent Soul cultivator. So that's the case. He has a congenital physique, but in this case, he should be killed. Judging from his cultivation speed, he will probably survive the three disasters and nine rare things within a hundred years. Even if I break through the out-of-body stage, I will still die in his hands."

"I said that as long as you let him go, I will owe you a favor. I will not let him kill you at that time. His personality is exactly the same as his father, and he values ​​affection and gratitude."

A blue light emerged from Ye Kesong's body, and the blue light gradually enveloped Ye Feng. He saw that Ye Feng, who was covered in blood and had a broken body, was recovering quickly after absorbing the blue light.

"Since you are so decisive, I don't want to say anything more. Let's take action and see if you are still as strong as you did in the past century?"

The will to support the letter is also firm and unshakable. Since he absolutely wants to kill Ye Feng, he will definitely not retreat.

Ye Kesong sighed, "Well, I haven't loosened my muscles and bones for a long time."

Ye Kesong shook his body a few times, and a green and dripping color behind him. The vigorous and powerful ancient pine slowly rose. As soon as the ancient pine appeared, it rushed towards the world. It was tough, immortal, vigorous, and vigorous. It seemed that it was really an immortal tree that stood in the hang.

The vigorous ancient pines on the cliffs.

"The welcoming pines with roots and broken rocks!"

Fu Shu's face showed unprecedented solemnity, and this expression only appeared in just one breath after being hit by Ye Feng's feathering magic power.

"Let Ye Feng go, I owe you a favor."

Ye Kesong stood forward and his body merged with the ancient pine in an instant. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the welcoming pine that was hundreds of feet high and supported by branches.

"You want me to let him go? You know that this is impossible. When we reach our level, we will never joke about our own destiny and future."

The three-foot green sword light in Fushu's hand was breathing, and his true energy was condensed to the extreme. A huge aura of torn and destruction brewed all over his body. Under this aura, even the Nascent Soul cultivator would be frightened and dare not move around, as if he would be subjected to the three-foot green sword if he had any abnormal movement.

The long sword was cut into two pieces.

"Since that's the case, I can only be sorry, but if I luckily win a fellow Taoist, I'd like to ask the fellow Taoist to let this son go."

"It is useless to say more about success and defeat of the enemy."

The sound of holding the book was cold, but suddenly burst out. The long sword in his hand whirled low, as if he was passing through the void. The sky was filled with his shadow, and each shadow was the same action, slashing high towards the raised sword wrapped in green light.

"I will transform into an ancient pines and be born in endless hardship"

"I will stand on the cliff and go through immortality for thousands of years."

"I will always keep the land in the world and see the ever-changing world."

"I will"

Accompanied by the immortal singing, the green ancient pine became taller and taller, and branches like cast steel fluttered in the wind, covering the earth. The green pine leaves withered and turned in an instant, as if they had experienced a summer and an autumn.

In the endless dark void, the vigorous and powerful roots of the ancient pine are firmly coiled, fully bringing the immortality and powerful legend of the entire ancient pine tree.

It seems that this is no longer a monk, but a real ancient pine.

"The sword goes all over the world and destroys all the demons! Kill!"

The will and momentum of the Shu Shu also reached a limit, and all burst out when Ye Kesong transformed into an ancient pine.

Immediately, the vast world was streaked by swords that connected the world.

"call!"

The sword wind whistles, and the huge ancient pine waist branches swing, which means that he is strong by him and the breeze caresses the hills.

Looking at the ancient pines that were still standing in the void and unchanging, a sense of unwilling anger appeared on Shu Shu’s face; "External Prime Minister Nascent Soul, the damn external Prime Minister Nascent Soul, is it really invincible among the same level like criticism? No, I don’t believe it. If you transform into ancient pines, I will transform into the way of heaven, and punish you on behalf of the Heavenly Palm, and take your life."

"The way of heaven is like power, be careful of your words!" Ye Kesong's old body sat cross-legged in the center on the ancient pine tree.

"Take my magical power that I have learned for thousands of years." The long sword of the Shushu roared at the sky; "Submission to heaven and fortune!"

"Is this Confucian immortal art? Ju said that this immortal art can deprive the monks of their luck, causing them to suffer many disasters and inaction. Some stunning monks immediately turned into mediocrity and mediocre when they were taken by this move." Ye Kesong showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he did not dare to be careless on his face.
Chapter completed!