The Worry-Free Ancestor seemed a little impatient.

"Ancestor, don't you take a break?"

The worry-free ancestor said, "No need!

Ye Feifei sat in front of him, the Worry-Free Ancestor still pressed one hand on the top of his head, and the other hand supported his chin, and asked, "Are you ready?", and after receiving an affirmative answer, he began to exercise.

The faint mist rose again, and a warm current penetrated his body from the top of his head, and Ye Feifei's hands clenched suddenly.

It was a strange experience. Infinite heat poured in from the top of his head, impacting his limbs and bones. The warm and comfortable feeling made the cells of his whole body bloom like flowers, welcoming the baptism from outside.

The flood hit the levee, but the levee was extremely strong!

Worry-free Old Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Ye Feifei deadly, and the strength in his hand increased countless times.

The immortal power he infused couldn't even break his meridians?!

The flood was surging, frantically crashing into the embankment, and Ye Feifei was already sweating on his forehead.

The corners of the Worry-Free Old Ancestor's mouth moved slightly, he took a deep breath, and his hand was strengthened again.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang in the body, and the excessive flood water did not break through the embankment, but poured into a huge bottomless pit and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The worry-free ancestor was shocked, and the strength in his hand increased again and again.

But soon, he gasped!

He was shocked to find that no matter how much immortal power was poured in, it was completely absorbed by the huge invisible black hole, and it was ...... It's out of control!

He let out a low sigh and was about to stop and stand up, but ...... It's this extremely simple action, and it doesn't work at this time?!

"Hey!" he roared again......

Still untouched!

His body was as if it was being sucked on the ground, and the hand that was clasped on top of Ye Feifei's head was completely out of his control, and a steady stream of immortal power poured out wildly.

Worry-free Old Ancestor's face changed.

This was an outcome he never expected.

"Ah......h

Boom!

Yan Wuxu pushed the door and broke in.

"No, come and help me push him away!" "The worry-free ancestor commanded with joy when he saw that it was Yan Wuxu.

Yan Wuxu closed the door unhurriedly, paced to the two of them, looked at Ye Feifei, and then at the worry-free ancestor, with a smug smile on his face, "Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

The Worry-Free Old Ancestor's eyes widened, "Nonsense! Yan Wuxu, why don't you push him away quickly?"

Yan Wuxu smiled even more mysteriously, "Ancestor, are you begging me or ordering me?"

"...... you?" the corners of Worry-Free Old Ancestor's mouth trembled, "Yan Wuxu, you don't want to marry Meng'er as your wife?"

"Yes, of course, I want to dream of it!" Yan Wuxu took out a jet-black awl from his arms, "Ancestor, do you still know this soul destroying nail?"

Worry-free Old Ancestor's face changed drastically, "Yan Wuxu, what do you want to do?"

Yan Wuxu's smile instantly froze, "Ancestor, this is the soul destroying nail you nailed to my father's head back then, and I have always kept it!"

"Yan Wuxu, you ...... How can there be that memory?" Worry-free Old Ancestor's face changed again. Beautiful

Yan Wuxu grabbed the Soul Destroying Nail and slapped it at the temple of the Worry-free Old Ancestor, "Old thing, you also have today!"

Hearing a loud sound, the golden light burst out, Yan Wuxu screamed and flew out upside down, slammed into the wall, and spewed out a breath of fairy gas and fell to the ground.

The Soul Slayer Nail was embedded in the temple of the Worry-Free Old Ancestor, revealing most of it outside.

Yan Wuxu got up with difficulty, and came to the side of the worry-free ancestor step by step, smiling cruelly.

"Yan Wuxu, you dare to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor?!" The worry-free ancestor's eyes widened, and his anger was more frightened.

No one knows better than himself, on the one hand, there is a steady stream of immortal power, and on the other hand, there is enough soul destroying nails that can destroy his 10,000-year cultivation, these two things only mean one thing: destruction!

Yan Wuxu tried his best to smash his fist at the Soul Exterminator Nail, but the Worry-Free Ancestor couldn't move, watching him punch after punch all the Soul Exterminating Nail into his temple.

"Ah......h

"Yan Wuxu, I'm going to let your soul fly away!" "The Worry-Free Ancestor opened his mouth and bit Yan Wuxu.

Yan Wuxu was taken aback, he wanted to dodge, but this fall made him lose the ability to move, and he could only watch the big mouth under the hood.

"Big brother, save me!"

It was the only way he could think of it.

At this time, Ye Feifei was still immersed in the comfort brought by the boundless fairy power.

His body is like a huge sponge, feeding back a stream of immortal power to his body bit by bit.

It's a strange and indescribable feeling, every cell in the body is dancing with excitement and growing freely.

Yan Wuxu's panicked cry for help sounded in his ears, and he instinctively took out another Soul Destroying Nail and threw it out casually.

He didn't even open his eyes.

The Soul Nail accurately passed through one side of the temple of the Worry-Free Ancestor, and knocked out the Soul Destroying Nail that had been driven into the other side.

The Worry-Free Ancestor let out a desperate roar, and his mutilated body burst into a golden light.

Yan Wuxu was shocked, he picked up the two soul destroying nails on the ground and stood up tremblingly.

Ye Feifei's eyes were still closed, and his whole body was shrouded in a golden light.

Yan Wuxu gritted his teeth, and his expression kept changing. He hesitated for a while, called out a few times to Senior Brother, and when he saw that there was no response, he tiptoed to touch it.

"Ye Feifei, don't blame me for being ruthless, with you, I will never come out!" Yan Wuxu held a soul-destroying nail in one hand, took a deep breath and threw himself at Ye Feifei.

However, just when his hand just touched the layer of golden light outside, there was a loud bang, sparks shot out, and Yan Wuxu was thrown high, fell to the ground with a bang, and fainted.

When Ye Feifei opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the secret room.

He stood up and waved his arms, feeling his whole body filled with strength. The events that had just happened were replayed in front of my eyes.

Is Sanssouci Ancestor really dead?

He could feel a strange flow of aura in the secret room.

"Yan Wuxu, you said that my father was killed by Ye Feifei, is it true?" Lin Meng's voice came from a distance.

At this time, Ye Feifei's hearing and seeing abilities were already able to penetrate the wall and cross the room, and he saw Yan Wuxu hurrying over with Lin Meng and dozens of disciples with an anxious face.

Ye Feifei secretly screamed that it was not good, if Yan Wuxu really wanted to frame him, he would have no way to refute it.

Suddenly, he took out his paintbrush and brushed it on the ground and began to paint.

The kung fu is not big, and there is a worry-free ancestor with an angry face in front of him.

He finally understood that the strange aura in the secret room turned out to be a trace of the soul of the Worry-Free Ancestor.