What's more, the three of them are all half-step foundation building cultivators, and they are only a little chance to break through to become foundation building monks, which is simply different from the second-layer monks of condensing qi, and this kind of awareness is no longer something that magic weapons can make up for. Ordinary magic weapons threaten less than half a step to build a foundation, and the monks of the second layer of the second layer of the magic weapon condensation qi that are too powerful can't control it at all, and they can't even urge it.

How could Ye Chenfeng, a waste, be so intact under their full blow?

Could it be that he really has a magic weapon belly pocket!

This kind of thing is just casual talk, in order to provoke Ye Chenfeng to see him ugly, even they themselves don't believe this explanation. But if not, wouldn't it......

Although the bodies of the three were controlled, their minds were still very flexible, and they all realized that it was the strange dead tree that was playing tricks.

"Oh, it looks like you've finally noticed. ”

"So ......"

The three of them suddenly twisted the severely dead tree, as if they had suffered some kind of indescribable pain, but it was also like dancing, as if this pain was a gorgeous metamorphosis for the dead tree.

"Enjoy it~ this gorgeous decay!"

Ye Chenfeng's words seemed to be some kind of hint, and the three monks twisted in unison, their joints were directly reversed by 180 degrees, which should have been very painful, but their faces showed a smile that was close to fanatical, and the laughter in their mouths became indistinct because of the blood overflowing in their throats.

However, with the hearing of the Tsukiji nuns, she could still discern the meaning of that sentence.

Maybe it's not a discourse, maybe it's just some kind of spiritual fluctuation, a kind of spiritual power, but the form embodied is a line of words.

"The corrupt will be reborn, and the blood and soul will be religiously fed. ”

Blood, Soul......

The nun looked at the twisted bodies of the three of them, the blood that was constantly oozing, she knew what blood donation and soul offering was, the physical body had been twisted like this, and the soul might have some secret method to extract it.

But......

Rotten things, could it be this big tree?

Can a withered tree have such power?

The female cultivator was not panicked, as the common sense on the Remnant Sun Continent told her, below the foundation, there were all ants.

This sentence is not arrogant, and she is not unaware of Zhao Lutian's fight with Ye Reverse Scale, and she also knows how amazing Ye Reverse Scale's combat power is. But there is only one Ye Reverse Scale, and it is impossible for the Ye family to secretly cultivate so many Tianjiao of the same level! Besides, if you take 10,000 steps back, even if the Ye family really secretly cultivates countless Tianjiao, it is absolutely impossible for Ye Chenfeng to have a share!

A waste, relying on some kind of adventure, can set off a big storm!

In the past, the Zhuji nun had no excuse, at most, she could only knock Ye Chenfeng unconscious and bring it back as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Ye family, but now, the three half-step Zhuji has died, and it has become three trees of flesh and blood with absurd, distorted, treacherous, and strange shapes, and she feels that she will understand if she cuts Ye Chenfeng into pieces.

In that case, what are you waiting for?

It's just that relying on the strangeness of that tree, just a different method, a mere condensation monk, and also want to turn the sky?

The female cultivator raised her hands and held a Dharma seal in each, one seal to protect her own spirit, and the other seal to attract the aura in her body and condense into a withered hand. Before the two handprints could be merged into one, the surrounding area had become cloudy and windy, and the breath of death was shining on the withered hand, and a phantom shadow was rapidly condensed on it, covering the outer layer of the withered hand, as the "flesh and blood" of the withered hand, the entire palm gradually changed towards the ghost claw. The aura around him also became extremely cold, and a huge pressure suddenly came, as if just condensing the phantom of a ghost hand was enough to crush the hateful boy and the hateful tree behind him.

The creaking sound was very harsh, like the sound of an old wooden floor after a long time of no one taking care of it.

The female cultivator's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty pleasure, as if she was also expecting Ye Chenfeng to creak like the dead tree behind him, and then at a moment of extreme pain, she twisted her limbs like the other three Zhao family monks, her skin and flesh bloomed, and this bone turned into a beautiful and gorgeous dead tree.

"Why a dead tree?"

The female cultivator was shocked in her heart, she just wanted to destroy Ye Chenfeng, as for the specific form, it was completely arbitrary, it was impossible to put Ye Chenfeng into a tree so laboriously!

Why does it have to be a tree?

She couldn't figure it out herself, but one thing was very clear, it must be the strange tree behind Ye Chenfeng who was messing with ghosts!

Before realizing this, the nun only thought that it was an ordinary dryad, and at most she had cast some spiritual secret technique, although it might have an impact on herself, but it could only stay at the level of an illusion. The nun can resist illusions by sticking to her heart, so she never cares.

But the tree's spiritual secret method had exceeded her expectations, and maybe...... The three half-step Zhuji were not dead, and when she saw the abnormality, she had actually fallen into the illusion and fell into the illusion.

"Is it really just an illusion?" A man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, but it sounded completely different from Ye Chenfeng.

"Who!"

The female cultivator's mood that had just relaxed suddenly tensed, she didn't remember when other people appeared around her, could it be that her fantasy had blinded her vision? Or was this illusion not originally from Ye Chenfeng's handwriting, but the helper he had found?

Was the dead tree part of the illusion, or did it trigger it?

There is too little information to analyze, the female cultivator can only concentrate on the surrounding wind and grass, but it is not a way to go on like this, this time the action of chasing and killing Ye Zhilan has involved too many people, and the female cultivator has a faint feeling that even Ye Chenfeng himself may just be some kind of hallucination, in order to lead them into the trap gradually.

It is impossible for the Ye family monks to be able to achieve this level, they have no reason to mobilize the crowd for the sake of a Ye Reverse Scale Rejuvenation Division, and the elite will do their best.

Have you seen many people along the way?"

The voice echoed in the nun again, but it made her head suddenly feel a tingling pain!

"Elite in and out, do you think you need any elite to deal with your 28 monks, who only have three foundation building period configurations?"

The nun had a splitting headache, but the sound made her fall into an ice cellar. The other side knows more about their operation than expected, and it is not surprising that they can target them.

But.

What's the deal with this heart-wrenching headache?

"Ahh

The nun couldn't help but shout, but in the haze, she saw one broken picture after another, as if someone had forcibly stuffed some memories into her head, making her receive a large amount of information in a short period of time, causing her soul to be torn apart, and she almost fainted.