Boom!

Hayama fell on his back, and in the center of his forehead, a blood hole the thickness of an adult's thumb was gushing blood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

To die, Hayama's face was still the same as when he looked at the hole that was knocked out by the night front. Only those eyes, when they fell, flashed a trace of panic!

Hayama, dead. After all, he was already seriously injured and was already on the verge of death, and his reaction slowed down. However, that dark gray sword qi pierced his forehead again, instantly destroying all the functions of his body!

After Hayama fell, after a while, a hand reached out from the humanoid hole and grabbed the edge of the humanoid hole.

It was a bloody hand, with some undried blood flowing down from it. If this scene appeared in the cemetery at night, it would definitely scare a group of people to death!

Then a bloodied and frail young man crawled out of the hole. He's none other than Nightfeng. At this moment, the white clothes that Ye Feng was wearing had almost turned into a blood-colored beggar suit, and strands of cloth hung on Ye Feng's body, undulating with the wind. Some of the bloodstained strips of cloth were still dripping blood downward, making a ticking sound.

It can be clearly seen that Nightblade's chest has sunken a little. Hayama's punch was terrifying. Even if it was blocked by the thunder net formed by the Tyrant Desolate Thunder and the Caoyang Sword, that punch still smashed Ye Feng's innate sword bones that had been quenched by sword qi and fused with the sword bone aura, and there were many cracks, almost completely broken!

"Ahem. ”

After crawling out of the hole, Yefeng coughed up a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground on his back, constantly exhaling the aura present in the air in order to recover some of it.

It took a while for Night Blade to regain a faint aura. As soon as he recovered, Ye Feng struggled to open the mustard seed bag that was still intact on his waist, took out five or six large pills from it, like eating jelly beans, and chewed them into pieces and swallowed them in three or two clicks. Then, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and took out the rejuvenation cream and applied it to all the serious injuries on his body.

Although the Wuling King who had already died with the Tenglong Imperial City was not good, the effect of this Great Returning Pill and the rejuvenation cream he had won from Li Shan was not ordinarily good. In just a few moments, Nightfront felt that the cracked bones in his chest had healed a lot, and the wounds on his body no longer bled and began to form new flesh. The whole person seems to be in a much better condition.

Glancing at Hayama's corpse on the side, Ye Feng staggered over, stretched out his hand, put it on Hayama's head, and began to cast the magic path - soul searching.

A translucent, mutilated soul that looked like it was about to disperse when the wind blew it was captured by Nightfront. This is Ye Shan's soul, although he was pierced through his forehead by Ye Feng with the Sky Killing Sword Qi, and his soul was lost a lot. But after all, he was a one-turn Jindan stage cultivator, and it was impossible for his soul to completely dissipate in an instant.

Along with the Demon Dao-Soul Search, the scenes of Hayama's life kept flashing in front of Ye Feng's eyes. Among them, there is a picture of the woman who was still a baby being beheaded by Hayama in an instant; there is a picture of Hayama obeying the words of the Tenglong Emperor and slaughtering nearly a thousand people from the Night Clan because of a piece of black jade; and there is even the appearance of Hashan once wantonly bullying the ordinary disciples of the Qi Spirit Sect......

In the end, Hayama's soul dissipated. Ye Feng also learned what he wanted to know. He stripped Hayama of his clothes and mask, changed into it himself, and then used the fireball technique to burn Hayama's body to ashes.

Raising his head and looking at the direction of the remaining three ordinary disciples, Ye Feng's purple-gold left eye flashed, and he muttered: "Heavenly Tribulation Divine Eye, what?" I see, so. ”

After muttering, Ye Feng took out a small porcelain bottle from the mustard seed bag, which was the porcelain bottle that the Sword Gate Master gave to Ye Feng to contain the Hua Dan Pill that could make Ye Feng enter the Golden Pill Period. Without hesitation, Ye Feng crushed the porcelain bottle, took out the pill inside, and threw it into his mouth.

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Three hours later, Ye Feng successfully entered the first turn golden pill stage.

Sensing the mottled blue golden pill in his body, Ye Feng frowned with some dissatisfaction. He knew that although the chances of this color Jin Dan achieving Yuan Ying were higher than those of the cyan Jin Dan, it was also extremely slim. However, Ye Feng had no choice, after all, if he didn't break through to the Golden Pill Stage right now, he would definitely be captured or killed alive by some people in the Qi Spirit Sect and take out his left pupil that had turned into the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Eye. Neither of these results was what Ye Feng wanted, so he chose to take the pill.

Shaking his head, banishing the distractions in his mind, Nightfeng cast a small spell on his left eye to make it look like a normal person. Then, he put the mask on his face and looked a little cruel and crazy, looking more like Hayama.

After making these preparations, Yefeng Edgeworth flew into the sky and went to the dense forest where the three ordinary disciples of the Qi Spirit Sect were.

At this moment, these three ordinary disciples of the Qi Spirit Sect are looking at me, I look at you, and they all look sad.

"You say, did Senior Brother Ye successfully kill that Ye Feng?"

The disciple who had persuaded Hayama to let them go with him spoke first. His face was still a little pale, and he was frightened.

"Definitely killed. Senior Brother Ye's cultivation is not unknown to you. He once tortured and killed a monk in the second Jindan period. That kid is just a monk at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period, even if the three of us can kill him, let alone Senior Brother Ye. ”

A slightly older disciple spoke, he had been in the beginning for the longest time, and he knew the most. At this moment, he looked at the disciple who had spoken first, with some pity in his eyes. He knew what kind of torture the last disciple who doubted Hayama had suffered!

"You guys, go find me some healing elixir. Go now. ”

In mid-air, Hayama's voice suddenly sounded. The aura of the Golden Pill Stage frightened the three people below and looked up.

I saw that Ye Shan's appearance was extremely embarrassed, the left sleeve of his shirt disappeared directly, and a huge hole appeared in his right abdomen. Even the mask that he had always cherished was scarred and cracked at the moment!

"You, stay. Before the three disciples could recover from their shock, this Ye Shan pointed to the disciple who had questioned him again and spoke.

Hearing this, the older disciple pulled up another disciple who was still a little stunned, gave the disciple who was pointed out by Ye Shan a look of self-begging, and left in a hurry, looking for the healing elixir, but he didn't want to stay for a moment!

"Come here. When the two disciples were far away, Hayama beckoned to the only remaining disciple and signaled him to come over.

"Senior Brother Ye, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you just now. If you don't remember the villain, let the villain go. At this time, this disciple also remembered some cruel rumors about Ye Shan in the Qi Spirit Sect, and when he saw Ye Shan calling him over, he was immediately frightened and trembled, and his face was as pale as paper!

However, even so, he tried to restrain the fear in his heart and moved towards Hayama step by step. He moved his lips to continue.

Suddenly, a purple long sword, like a purple lightning bolt, instantly slashed through this disciple's neck!

"Senior Brother Ye?"

This disciple was a little puzzled, and he didn't know what Hayama was doing.

"I'm not your Senior Brother Ye. I am, an ordinary monk coveted by your suzerain. ”

A voice completely different from Hayama's voice came from the mouth of "Hayama" in front of that disciple.

"You are!?"

The disciple's eyes widened, he had heard the voice. The owner of this voice should be.

"Yes, I'm Nightfeng. Blame your sect master for wanting my left pupil that has become the eye of the Heavenly Tribulation. ”

Ye Shan, no, Ye Feng said indifferently, slowly returned the Caoyang Sword to the sheath, and no longer looked at this disciple.

Suddenly, the disciple sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. It wasn't until his head made contact with the ground that he finally noticed something was wrong, but it was too late!

In his final vision of darkness, a headless corpse stood there, blood rushing out of its neck......