Supreme Medicinal God

Ngau Tau ancestor had at least a dozen fractures all over his body, and his left shoulder was burnt into coke.

It was at this time that he realized why the master of this body was not obsessed with Ye Feng's clothing.

Seeing that he was knocked down by Ye Feng, Xiaobai also ran over excitedly, screaming at the ancestor of the Niutou with great force: "Stinky monster, you are arrogant, because you can be the master's opponent? Don't control it."

Ye Feng gently stroked Xiaobai's head: "Stay away from him, after all, he is still an eighth-level demon king, and you are one grade worse than him."

Xiaobai understood the meaning of the master. The Cockroach was dead and not stiff.

Ancestor Niutou looked at Ye Feng and Xiaobai contemptuously. Now that he had gotten this one, he also held a kind of psychology of breaking the dead net, and there was a trace of resentment on his face.

A sly look flashed on his face: "You turned out to be an archaic protoss. I said that the power is so weird. Please forgive me for not knowing Mount Tai. If you can let me go, I will definitely repay your kindness."

Ye Feng sneered: "You are an old monster who has taken people's bodies, it's shameless, I still want to kill me, I can't live because of my sins, Ling Yuanzi pity you are not easy to practice, and then seal your demon soul, I will ferry you with scripture every day, please Able to understand the past. I didn’t expect that if you don’t think about repentance, you still have to hurt people’s lives, and you will not let it go with the descendants of the clan.

"If you kill me, the owner of this body will also die with me."

After speaking, the demon youth widened their confused eyes: "Brother Ye, how could I get hurt, why can't I remember anything? What's going on."

Then his face twisted again, turning into a bull-headed ancestor to control the body.

"Hey, how about, Brother Ye, can you let us go?"

A hint of purple light flashed in Ye Feng's hands, which could completely destroy his demon soul with one finger.But if this finger goes down, Niu Yong will die with the ancestor of the bull.

He thought about it, sighed, and lowered his finger.

Seeing Ye Feng put his fingers down, the Niu Tau ancestor thought that Ye Feng had moved her heart, and she wanted to let go of her, with a look of poison in her eyes.

His body is slowly healing now, except for his left arm, which was scorched by the purple electric awn.

He gritted his teeth and drew a knife from his body. A fierce look flashed on his face. He cut off the burnt wound on his left arm with a sharp knife. The pain caused him to utter a scream, and a piece of burnt meat fell off. On the ground, the wound spewed green blood.

The wound started to grow some green blood vessels, and at a rate visible to the naked eye, it was beginning to coagulate a new arm.

Ye Fenghan smiled, and did not speak.

Xiaobai shouted at Ye Feng's feet: "Master, you can't let him go. This guy is the most poisonous."

Ye Feng looked at the ancestor of Niutou with a smile and smiled, "You can go."

Ancestor Ngau Tau sneered with a proud look, knowing that you humans are prone to affection, and when one day Lao Tzu regains his vitality and becomes a demon again, he will definitely be ashamed of today.

With a bitter look, he looked at the jade box in Ye Feng's hand, where he had his original demon pill, but it seemed hopeless to get it back.

It's good to be lucky.

Suddenly, Ye Feng threw the jade box in his hand: "I know this is your own demon pill, take it away, don't let me see you again."

The ancestor of Niutou was stunned, and a cunning look flashed in his eyes. He took the jade box, and the above seal was removed by Ye Feng. A familiar ray of demon energy leaked from the middle.

With an ecstatic look, he opened the jade box.

A blood-red crystal ball-like demon, lying quietly in the jade box, is his own devil's dream, as long as it is integrated with the body, as long as one year, he can regain Back to the eighth level peak demon king mirror, coupled with the current Niu Yong's demon pill absorption and refining, it is not a problem to go further.

His hand holding the Yaodan box couldn't help but tremble a little, this kid is so fucking stupid, actually gave Yaodan back to me,

Suddenly, he was shocked in his head, and he was lost in his heart.

From the whole Sanqing Temple, a sound of Sanskrit singing, like a skein of needles, was inserted straight into his head. It was Ling Yuanzi's old bastard who chanted the scriptures every day. Want to torture the dead man.

What's going on, he looked around with surprise, a chaos, he didn't have the clay pot, he had the seal, why was he still in the clay pot?How can it be tortured by daily chanting?

A voice sounded, it was Ling Yuanzi's voice: "Demon, everything was just an illusion just now. You honestly suffer from this heartburn in the pottery jar. You can't go out until the day when the demon is removed."

The ancestor of Niutou was stunned. It turned out that a young man of the Niu tribe was a fantasy, and he was still in a clay pot, suffering from the daily chanting and refining of Ling Yuanzi.

A ray of his ghost spirit, haunted from the Niu youth, with a confused look on his face.

Suddenly, a huge force grabbed his demon soul, and the powerful force dragged it from the body of the demon youth, wrapped in a purple light.

He looked around suddenly, still in the main hall on the third floor, the surroundings were dilapidated. Ye Feng was standing opposite with a sneer, lying on the body of the Niu youth.

Only then did he understand what was going on. He had just fallen into an illusion just now, and the sound of Ling Yuanzi's daily chanting of Sanskrit was all caused by Ye Feng.

Ye Feng sneered: "This time, see how you still threaten me."

"Brother Ye, forgive me. I am willing to serve you as a bull and a horse, and be your demon. I beg you not to kill me. I will be a good person and no longer kill people. I am an eighth-level demon king."

The demon soul of the bull-headed ancestor glowing green light asked Ye Feng for forgiveness in horror, making a terrified and frightened voice.

Ye Feng understands that these are common tricks used by demons and evil spirits. They are shameless and shameless against the strong. They only want to survive, and they are bullying and arbitrarily raging against the weak.

Thousands of years of daily chanting can't cultivate the evil thoughts of this demon. How can it be realized now and be wholeheartedly good, it is only afraid of the destruction of the soul.

Faced with the ordinary power of the demon soul in this demon king's realm, it can't be killed. Ye Feng's finger gently raised and borrowed a ray of purple fire from the god infant.

The fiery flame is like a swaying flame of light, flying on the finger.

Ancestor Niutou immediately felt the threat of death: "Please don't kill me."

Boom, the demon soul of the ancestor of the bull head, lit by purple fire, became a fireball in midair.

Xiaobai barked at the fireball on the ground: "Due."

Ye Feng sighed: "You can't live by doing evil."