Ye Feng suddenly realized, no wonder his mental power could not bewitch the thin old man, the divine power of dead wood turned him into a tree, and a foolish head certainly had enough immunity to mental power.

Just now, when he struck out with a finger through the stone, the trees in the entire forest swayed, and he thought that he had encountered a strong wind, but it turned out that the whole forest helped him and resisted his own turbulent finger force.

Ye Feng sneered: "You really have a way, see if your deadwood magic skills can block my flying sword." ”

A small sword with a crystal clear jade appeared in Ye Feng's palm, and three kinds of brilliance circulated in it, and the colors were delicate and moving.

The flying sword was sandwiched with a fierce sword aura, and it instantly slashed towards the thin old man.

The wizened old man, almost screaming in horror, was the first time he had seen a flying sword.

The moment he saw the flying sword, the thin old man's body also changed.

Ye Feng knew his fate, and he could see it clearly, the blue light surged suddenly, and one after another blue light broke out of the ground from the ground, like a piece of defensive armor, all over the body of the thin old man.

The flying sword slashed at the defensive circle shrouded in blue light, and Ye Feng clearly felt a feeling like defeating Ge.

Under the destruction of divine power, the flying sword still slashed into the blue light, cutting off a round of light on the periphery.

But it wasn't the wizened old man who was hurt, but a few towering trees in the distance, which fell down with a bang, splashing the sky with snow.

Only then did Ye Feng understand that the green light gushing out from the ground was the aura of the trees, and when the wisps of aura were cut off, it was like a person who had lost his life, and the tree also fell down.

With the help of the Dead Wood Divine Skill, the thin old man became one with the entire tree, and the only way to destroy him was to destroy him along with the forest.

This is the largest windbreak forest in the western suburbs of Yudu, it took decades for small saplings to grow into towering trees, and some trees have reached nearly 100 years old.

In summer it is lush and green, adding a green landscape to the jade capital.

In winter, it successfully blocks the cold snaps and wind-blown sand that blow from the west.

Ye Feng collected the flying sword, even if he cut down the thin old man like this, he would have to cut off this forest at the cost of cutting off this forest.

He was a little embarrassed, and passed on his thoughts to the ugly old man: "This old boy is so shameless, what kind of dead wood magic skill did he use to turn himself into a tree, and let the surrounding woods prevent disasters for him, is there a way to abolish this old boy without destroying this forest?"

The ugly old man smiled and didn't answer, obviously he was selling off again.

"Ugly old man, I have a new little movie. ”

Ye Feng has mastered the ugly man's biggest preference, every time he uses a small movie or an island country action movie, he can be deeply moved, and he has tried and tested repeatedly.

But this time, the ugly old man sighed lightly: "There is one most straightforward and simplest way to deal with him, destroy him along with this forest, otherwise there is no other way." ”

Since the ugly old man said that there was no other way, Ye Feng could only be ruthless, he wanted to cast the fourth type of the emperor's four strikes.

A powerful battle intent swelled inside.

The secret method battle of the primeval god clan has suddenly increased the divine power in Ye Feng's body several times, and this secret method will make Ye Feng's divine power become a flame of separation that is dozens of times higher than the temperature of the fire.

In the Ice Heart Valley, Ye Feng used the flame of separation to burn the ice beasts that had sucked tens of thousands of years of cold air into ashes, not to mention this windbreak.

Ye Feng's pupils bloomed with a faint red light, and the surrounding temperature increased sharply, and the divine power of the god was about to turn into a flame.

This kid, it looks like he's going to set fire, how is it possible.

The thin old man's eyes became almost crazy, he didn't believe that Ye Feng would breathe fire, and the cyan aura that gushed out of his limbs and bones became even stronger, closely linked to the rhizomes under the trees.

Ye Feng suddenly heard a faint call in his mind, more like some kind of creature struggling in pain, resisting, but to no avail, crying hopelessly.

"Don't destroy the woods, they're all my friends. ”

Not only did I hear the whisper, but I also felt a sad emotion.

That moaning sound came from a big tree between the trees, which was the big tree that hid the cyan aura.

Combined with the news he heard from the disciples of the Heavenly Fist Sect, Ye Feng judged that this wisp of cyan aura was the wood spirit.

Ye Feng's heartstrings moved, could it be that he was going to destroy the woods and cause Mu Ling's sadness.

The thin old man came to the windbreak in the western suburbs for this wood spirit.

It is a kind of spiritual creature with extremely high spirituality, a tree or plant, which has absorbed the aura for thousands of years and turned into a spirit beast, just like the ice beast in the Ice Heart Valley.

For the wood spirit, everything in heaven and earth has aura, and every tree and grass in this forest are its friends, because of its relationship, the ashes will come to naught, and it will become very sad.

The Wood Spirit and the Ice Beast are both spirit beasts, but the habits of the Wood Spirit and the Ice Beast are diametrically opposed.

The Ice Beast wants to turn all things in heaven and earth into ice, cold, and cruel, while the Wood Spirit is to make everything vibrant and full of vitality.

Ye Feng sent a ray of thought to Mu Ling, for you and this forest, I can spare the enemy, but he is here for you, you have to hide it.

Ye Feng's voice came from Mu Ling's mind, it sounded like a whisper, but he could know what it meant.

Thank you for your kindness, I can disconnect my friends from him for a short time, and I hope you will take advantage of the opportunity.

Ye Feng was secretly happy in his heart, he didn't want to destroy this windbreak because of this thin old man, the dead wood magic skill of the thin old man could use the aura of the trees for his own use, but the wood spirit could break this connection.

A faint, warm breath drifted through like a spring breeze.

In the eyes of the god of fate, Ye Feng saw that under the ground, the blue light emitted by those endless rhizomes suddenly disappeared.

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the thin old man, and he felt that the shield that had been very tough suddenly turned into a void, and his heart was like breaking a vase, and all his hope and confidence were shattered.

In an instant, the flying sword came out of his hand, and a dazzling light slashed through the air, like a bolt of lightning, passing through the middle of the thin old man's neck.

In the dry veins, only a faint trace of blood oozed out.

The surrounding trees swayed one after another, as if they were mourning for the wizened old man.

Fortunately for Ye Feng, not a single big tree fell, and the wood spirit broke the connection between the thin old man and the woods, allowing Ye Feng to succeed in one blow.

The thin old man slowly fell, and his face was still full of disbelief.

He didn't believe that the flying sword could pass through his throat, and he didn't believe that the big tree brothers he had always been proud of stopped helping him and watched him die.

Ye Feng didn't fall to the thin old man on the ground, but walked in front of the big tree where Mu Ling was hiding.

There is a hole the size of a bowl in the big tree, a branch the size of a finger, and it lies quietly in it.

(End of chapter)