Supreme Medicinal God

There were waves of spirits in the Spirit Liquid Pool, which benefited Ye Feng greatly. Niu Yong had been watching by the pool. His eyes flashed with eagerness. He also wanted to jump out of the Spirit Liquid Pool and enjoy washing the marrow.

The sky was like fire, and a beam of sunlight came straight from the sky dome.

The ray of sunlight shining in the pool of spirit liquid, the ray of pure spirit suddenly began to surge, like boiling, and the temperature of the pool water rose linearly, even on the green pool surface, flashing a golden flame.

Xiaobai's cheerful cry just now became miserable.

Ye Feng also feels that there are countless hot air in the spirit liquid pool, and he wants to come out of the spirit liquid pool, but feels a strong pressure, squeezing himself from all directions, making him unable to move.

"No, I can't move."

His eyes became terrified, and the little white next to him looked at him with horror.

"Master, I can't move."

Seeing the golden flames rippling from afar, Xiaobai stopped barking, and the entire fairy palace became deadly silent.

The golden flame rippled across the entire ten-foot square pool surface, winding Ye Feng's little white in the burning golden flame.

Ye Feng and Xiao Bai, with the same sympathy, endure the pain of burning body together.

Niu Yong, a demon youth standing by the pool, retracted his feet that had stretched out of the pool.

Looking at Ye Feng and Xiao Bai, which were lit like firewood, he was stunned, thanking that he had not entered the pool, otherwise he would be surrounded by golden flames like Ye Feng and Xiao Bai and burning.

Ye Feng felt very painful throughout the body. The kind of pain that once experienced the dragon's breath on Penglai Island hit again, and it was even more painful than that.

This is a pain that burns from the bones, and there seem to be thousands of hot iron bars that constantly wriggle back and forth in the body.

Ye Feng looked at his hands, legs, blood and flesh burnt into coke in a golden flame, and Xiaobai, it has changed into the appearance of a seven-level beast, the golden hair, which was originally invading , The sword and the gun are inaccessible, but it burns more vigorously in this golden flame.

Xiaobai burned no residue in the golden flame, only a demon flashing the phantom of the body, floating in the golden flame, more bright and dazzling, like a small sun, exuding a vast light.

Ye Feng sighed for a while, but he didn't expect that the pool of spirit liquid became Xiaobai's burial ground. It followed him for so many years, from the human world to the eternal life world to the demon world.

Ye Feng is still suffering from the burning pain, watching his body melt in the Lingchi fluid, like a wax man.

Ye Feng felt like he was going to fall.

Unexpectedly, in the face of powerful magic generals and demon kings, countless battles, he did not fall but fell in this aura of spiritual liquid.

He felt like his soul was flying into the air, watching him melt from top to bottom, and his mood became very complicated, as if he was going to fly into another world.

Is this death?

Ye Feng's soul is floating upwards, it seems that there is an endless dark entrance in the air, which produces a strong suction, sucking his own soul.

From the dark entrance, Ye Feng felt the breath of the underworld and sprayed a cold death breath outward.

But what surprised him was that in the blazing golden flame, there was inexhaustible suction, and he was also absorbing his own soul. This power prevented him from continuing to soar upward.

He was like a bystander, like Niu Yong standing next to the Lingchi, quietly watching him melt in the Lingye Pool, and he also saw the little white hanging in the air with him.

Xiaobai is like a holographic image, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue, as if to say, Master, what is the matter with us, did we die together?

Ye Feng shook his head incomprehensiblely, confused.

After Ye Feng's body was completely melted in the pool of spirit liquid, a golden light rose from the pool of spirit liquid, vaguely, through the golden flame, rose to three feet above the pool of spirit pool.

It was a one-year-old baby like gold, sitting cross-legged in the air, with a majestic treasure and closed eyes.

Ye Feng shouted in surprise: "My god baby."

Although I had seen it more than once, I saw the baby sitting cross-legged in my body, but this time, it was the first time I saw my baby from the outside, and I felt very different.

To his surprise, the infant was three eyes. Although his eyes were closed, there was a vertical eyebrow in his eyebrows, which revealed a faint golden light.

Is that the eye of the fatalist?

All kinds of runes continually flowed out of the body of the infant, Ye Feng knew some, but some didn't, and felt the runes in it showed a variety of powerful breaths.

The black one, which exudes coldness, is the amulet, which seems to have been transformed into tens of thousands of ghosts, the dark light flashes, and a sense of death is felt away from the old.

The white one is the magic charm, the devil's spirit is fierce, and a demon head roaring like a fierce beast is flying around the body.

The golden ones are fairy symbols, fairy spirits, like smoke and fog, and ethereal.

The blue runes are the largest.

Each rune is twice as large as other runes, and its energy is several times stronger. It is not only displayed in the body of the baby, but also flashes on the purple fire wheel behind it.

So many kinds of runes mean that there is such a kind of energy flowing among the babies, endless.

Boom, a golden flame rose to the sky, and the baby in the sky was also involved, and it turned into a hot golden flame.

After a while, the golden flame blazed from the sky above the baby’s head, as intense as a volcanic eruption.

In a blink of an eye, the golden flame split into thousands of strands of soft silk, tightly intertwined with the blazing purple fire wheel behind it.

In addition to the spider-like wire pattern, there were countless golden filaments on the Lieyang Purple Fire Wheel, which was the golden flame ignited in the pool of spirit liquid.

The golden flames not only did not conflict with the Lieyang Purple Fire Wheel, but merged with the Lieyang Purple Fire Wheel.

The flame on the Lieyang Purple Steamer expanded again, like a burning sun.

Ye Feng's soul looked at this amazing scene in mid-air. He had a strange feeling, but he broke the silk and had a certain chance of being linked together.

I don’t know how long the golden flame burned, as if it has been burning for a century, a thousand years, and ten thousand years. In the burning flame, there is no time or space.

Until the scorching sun in the sky deflected, the last ray of sunlight in the sky disappeared, and the golden flame in the pool of spirit liquid began to dissipate.

And Ye Feng felt a strong suction inside the burning golden flame in the Lingchi.