Eight Desolate Sword God

Time flies, and soon the day passes.

In this day, the extremely fast Ye Chenfeng constantly traversed all corners of the ancient medicine mountain, broke through a strong ban, and found seven herbs needed by identification, and also picked some rare ones. Herbs.

However, like the resurrection of the soul, he did not reappear.

When Ye Chenfeng patiently searched for the eleven-flavored herb in the ancient medicine mountain, he once entered the ancient medicine mountain, and the four people who had agreed to gather in the gathering place were gathered together.

And they are very experienced. Through the exchange of each other, they basically got the herbs they needed. They started looking for Ye Chenfeng, Jiaoyu and Muqinghuo in the ancient medicine mountain, and wanted to kill together. Their souls, revenge on them.

But the ancient medicine mountain is too big, more than 10,000 refiners entered here, just like a small fish wandering in the lake, trying to find a person is tantamount to hit the big luck.

When the fire spirit saints and others split up and searched for the fall of Ye Chenfeng, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of the fire spirit.

"It's the old guy!"

Looking at the sky and the green fire with a smile on his face, the eyes of the fire spirited son showed a sizzling color, and immediately flew over and intercepted him in the mouth of the valley.

"Is you..."

Looking at the soul of the Fire Spirit Son suddenly appeared, the wood green fire face changed slightly, knowing that the person is not good, did not think, immediately fled to the valley.

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

The Holy Spirit of the Fire Spirit is the nine-star Heavenly Master, and the soul has reached the Nirvana realm, far surpassing the wood fire.

He has a slight flash of his body, and draws a shadow in the air to chase the wood fire with great speed.

With less than ten breaths, the Holy Spirit chased the wood fire, and the terrible soul formed a big hand, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, printed on him.

"黒木天火,防!"

Feeling the soul of the sacred soul of the sacred soul completely locked himself, avoiding the inevitable wood fire immediately released the extremely high temperature of the cypress fire, breaking the body, the quick turn around the head, resisting the soul of the big hand attack.

"Boom!"

The moment the soul's big hand touched the skyfire vortex, the whole emptiness trembled, and the two forces slammed the force in the air.

"Give me a break!"

The fire spirit saint burst into a bang, and the soul power poured out of his body, infused into the hands of the soul, increasing the attack power of the soul's big hand, and the flame vortex formed by the sapphire skyfire shattered the road crack.

Looking at the attack of the sapphire, the fire was desperately trying to break through.

But the fire spirit son reacted faster, and the body flashed slightly, intercepting the wood green fire, and rolling the soul into a different shape of the warrior, continuously rushing toward the wood green fire, Blocked him from dodging space.

"Soul..."

Unable to resist the fierce attack of the Holy Spirit, Mu Qinghuo did not hesitate to detonate the soul, the fastest performing soul, and fled to the distance.

"Great red sky fire, give me off!"

Huo Ling Shengzi finger a little, the big red fire is like a fire snake, flying out his fingers, such as a touch of red light, accurately hit the wood green fire remnant soul that casts the soul to escape, hard life will give him The soul is burned to ashes.

"Hey!"

The moment the soul was destroyed, the wood fire that stayed outside was immediately awakened, and a blood was sprayed from his mouth, and a pale face appeared on the old face.

"Fire Spirit Son, you are deceiving too much!"

The soul was killed by the fire spirit, and the wood fire lost the opportunity to enter the preliminary round. The efforts of many years have been lost, which makes him regret and more angry.

But he is not worried about Ye Chenfeng, but he expects the fire spirit to meet with Ye Chenfeng early. He believes that with the strength of Ye Chenfeng, he will certainly avenge himself.

"After finally solved it, who will be next?"

Successfully killed the soul of Mu Qinghuo, the fire spirit saint revealed a cold smile, and continued to search for the whereabouts of Ye Chenfeng and Jiao Yuyu in the ancient medicine mountain.

At this time, Ye Chenfeng, in the depths of the ancient medicine mountain, has a powerful prohibition, and is controlling the powerful soul to attack this prohibition.

"There is nothing in this valley, the guardian ban is so terrible."

Ye Chenfeng waved the power of the Sanxingdao soul to the extreme, and the violent attack power for more than half an hour only shattered the ban, which made him have a strong interest in the ban.

"Give me a break!"

Under the persecution of the soul of Ye Chenfeng, more and more bans of cracks were finally forcibly broken by Ye Chenfeng, and a thick gas of death permeated in the broken prohibition.

"That is...Death Mandala!"

Looking at the ban is a bush of sinensis, in the center of the bush, growing a half-meter high, the thorns of death growing on the branches, the whole body is dark, the flowers are waiting to be released, bathed in the blood The strange flower, Ye Chenfeng recognized at a glance, this is the death mandala that was originally sought after by the summer butterfly.

"The original flower was grown in the original ban!"

Ye Chenfeng knows the power of the death mandala. When the summer butterfly was completed by the death mandala, if he could get it, he could take this wonderful flower to the heavenly house to trade his favorite things.

"I don't know what this death mandala guardian is?"

The more precious the strange things, the stronger the guardianship, the control of the soul of Ye Chenfeng into the sword of eight souls suspended above the head, slowly approaching the past.

"Well, there is no guardian?"

When it was three meters away from the death mandala, Ye Chenfeng’s accident was unexpected, and there was no guardian around the death mandala.

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

Gazed at the mandala covered with the thorns of death, Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul of Samsung Dao to condense a big hand and grab it.

Looking at the soul of the hand to seize the death mandala, a powerful force of death was released in the death mandala, turned into a huge tree shadow, swaying the shadow of death tree, smashed to the soul.

"Hey!"

The moment when the soul's big hand was hit by the shadow of the dead tree, it was like a broken glass. The tree of death entangled like a broken bamboo, and slammed it to Ye Chenfeng. The terrible power of death forced him to retreat. It is.

Although Ye Chenfeng’s soul is strong enough, the defense of the soul is too weak. Once it is hit by the shadow of the dead mandala, it will be hit hard.

"How do you get this death mandala?"

Ye Chenfeng floats in the distance, staring at the death mandala, thinking about the way to pick it up.

Bai Si has no fruit, he summoned the death of the skyfire, ready to forcibly pick the death mandala.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng’s powerful soul felt the emergence of eight powerful souls, and his brows smirked, revealing a sly smile and counting on his heart.

"Boom!"

Ye Chenfeng blasted a palm in the air, and slammed into the death mandala, and the death tree had a fierce rebellion, causing tremendous movement.

The next moment, his body flashed slightly, hidden in a bush in the distance, converging the soul power.

Ye Chenfeng just concealed well, and the eight powerful souls heard the movements flying fast. When they saw the death mandala through the broken prohibition, the eyes immediately appeared hot. I didn't even think about it, and immediately flew into the broken prohibition.

"It's really a death mandala. If you can pick this flower, we will definitely make a profit after going out!" A man with a slightly bloated body squinted his eyes and said excitedly.

"We took the opportunity to pick up this death mandala!" The old gray-haired old man sensed it all around, did not notice the existence of Ye Chenfeng, and immediately approached the death mandala, wanting to forcibly pick it.

At this time, I felt that a few people were close, and the death mandala once again condensed the tree of death and fought with them.

"War, let's spend a lot of the power of the death mandala!" The morning light hidden in the bushes showed a hustle and bustle, waiting patiently.