Supreme Medicinal God

Jiang Yixue's expression was exactly the same as that of the middle-aged man. It was blank and sluggish. Ye Feng looked secretly with the eyes of the fatalist, and found that a thin ray of black air also floated in the sea of ​​her consciousness. Black gas is controlled.

Ye Feng was about to rush over and hug Jiang Yixue from the rock, a powerful evil breath, blocking her and Jiang Yixue.

Actually, he is like a ghost, he is like a ghost, his right hand is shoulder-shouldered, and the fracture is covered with black glue, and a protruding black green bar extends from the neck to the forehead.

His left hand has become less like a hand, his fingers are as dark as ink, and his sharp nails are like the claws of a beast.

Ye Feng looked coldly at the head of Chongxu Dao. At first, he thought that the head of Chongxu Dao was practicing evil blood demon skills, and then it would become like this.

But now it seems that it is not the role of blood demon skills, but the shadows in the ray of caves. I don't know when, then the shadows penetrated into the body of the prince, gradually demonizing him.

Chongxu Dao's body no longer has the breath of the ancient martial innate warriors, but is filled with the evil, cold, terrifying breath of the shadow.

Ye Feng is no longer faced with a sham and a long way, but a horrible evil spirit hidden in the human body.

An anger burst from Ye Feng's chest, and in the face of the violent and powerful dark breath in the body of the Chongxu Dao, the bloodline of the Archaic Protoss immediately reacted, like being ignited by gasoline, and suddenly burst into flames.

The divine power swelled in one breath.

Taking into account the safety of Jiang Yixue, Ye Feng did not do anything, compressing the violent fighting intention in his heart.

Ye Feng intends to calm himself and asks tentatively: "Are you an instrumental spirit?"

When the head of Chongxu Road opened his mouth, a disgusting stench came out of his mouth. His voice seemed cold from hell: "Issue Spirit? How could I be an instrument spirit, I am a god. "

Ye Feng feels heavier. If the other party is an instrument, it is better to deal with it, but the other party claims to be a god.

"God? Is there such an evil god as you?"

"Our world is free of evil and kindness, and there are only natural laws."

"You kidnapped Jiang Yixue, what do you want to do?"

"Punish you, you ruined my place and hurt me."

"You punish me, just rush me, don't hurt my friend."

"I want your body."

"Want my body? What do you mean?"

"Hey, your body has been refined by the Dragon's Breath, and has the blood of the ancient god clan, and I am the soul of a god. I want to borrow your body to be reborn."

"What if I don't agree?"

"You know the result."

Chongxue smiled for a long time, Jiang Yixue standing on the rock suddenly moved stiffly to the edge of the cliff, his figure wobbled, and almost fell into the abyss.

Ye Feng was frightened with cold sweat and gritted his teeth: "You are too mean, I swear, I will kill you."

The long laughter of Chongxu Dao was as unpleasant as the night owl, with endless threats: "Too ridiculous, you are about to disappear, and you want to kill me, can you kill me? You are in a cave, already I tried it, and the final result is that I take up your body and become the new Archaic Protoss. Quickly let me enter your body, otherwise, I will kill this girl."

The key now is to ensure Jiang Yixue's safety, and the only way is that Yaling can't control Jiang Yixue.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and made a decision: "Come on, as long as you don't hurt Jiang Yixue, my body is yours, come and take it away."

Seeing Ye Feng as a fan, Chongxu Dao looked very proud: "This is good, I promise, I will let you disappear quietly, never painful."

Chong Xu Dao suddenly shivered, and then closed his eyes and fell stiffly.

A black shadow emerged from the mouth and nose of Chongxu Dao, and it was solidified but not scattered, and turned into a human form, shooting at Ye Feng with nothingness.

Ye Feng didn't resist, but sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and hanging the curtain, just like the old monk entered, and gently opened his mouth.

The black gas was like a hungry wolf who found a lamb, howling into Ye Feng's seven qiaos and pouring into Ye Feng's body.

The black gas is like a black snake, and it enters the sea of ​​consciousness of Ye Feng lightly.

This shows the true face of the original.

It was a handsome young man with a perfect face and a burly and strong figure, but his face was too gloomy and his face looked evil.

Ye Feng calmly looked at the young demon who wanted to dove to occupy the magpie's nest, and felt its evil and cold breath.

"What race are you? Devil, or God?"

The young man sneered in a shadowy way: "What is a god, what is a demon. Since ancient times, the king has defeated the king, in my heart, we are gods, you are demons."

"After today, you don’t have to worry about what is God and what is demon, because everything about you will be mine, and you just moisturize my glass of water."

Ye Feng sneered: "It's too coincident, this is what I want to say to you. Since you came to the sea of ​​my consciousness, I will imprison you here forever so that you can't go out and hurt others."

The demon then realized that Ye Feng's motive for letting it enter the sea of ​​consciousness was to lure the enemy deeper and imprison it in his sea of ​​consciousness, so that it could not control Jiang Yixue.

It burst out with a strange smile.

"You are so arrogant. I have seen many more ancient Protoss, Real Star Realm, Real Moon Realm Protoss than you, they dare not say that, you are just a virgin first protoss, and dare to say imprison me, Big talk."

The young demon rushed toward Ye Feng with the black air in the sky, strangling Ye Feng's idea in the sea of ​​his consciousness.

Ye Feng felt a strong pressure. This powerful mental power was several times stronger than that of Master Mingyue, which made him almost give up the idea of ​​resistance.

A frantic fighting spirit rose from his chest.

The divine power within the divinity, under the guidance of the Divine Clan's secret techniques and warfare, is like the Yangtze River breaking the dike, growing exponentially.

It was a terrifying world, the domineering and war of the weeping ghosts.

There is no fighting spirit, no matter whether it is life or death.

A wave of mountains and seas, destroying all undead wills and wars.

"Surge, shocking waves, wearing stones, flaring."

Four styles of the Thai emperor, all in one go.

The nine-layer surge caused the black gas around the demon to fall apart.

A finger through the stone, like a flower, condenses the body's power on the fingertips, and suddenly emerges, as if a lightning, cut through the sky, split the thick black gas.

The demon discovered only that Ye Feng, a nascent god clan with a new personality, was not as weak as he had imagined, and his strength was comparable to his own. It was not possible for Ye Feng to destroy Ye Feng for a while.

At the moment of the fourth type of flame, Ye Feng felt the power of his body seemed to explode, swelled extremely, endless, and extremely powerful.

Boom, boom, boom, Ye Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, the wind is surging, and the explosion is cracking.

(End of this chapter)