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And for monks with a little cultivation, these environments are not a problem at all, and the spiritual power protects the body, as if walking on the ground.

At this time, in the Black Valley Department, there was not the slightest wind and dust, and the invisible light mask in the sky, under Song Qing's arrangement, the wind and sand outside could not leak in the slightest.

Although it was late at night, the sparks were still lit up in the tribe, and today, for most of the tribesmen, was the most anticipated day, like a festival, and the colors of joy spread all over the faces of most of the tribesmen.

Because, today is the witch festival, and the tribe will distribute some food and utensils on this day, which can allow them to hunt outside for a long time.

But there is still a small group of clansmen, who have also been looking forward to it for a year, working hard for a year, just for the day of the witch festival, they are the power center of the Black Valley Ministry, the umbrella of the Black Valley Ministry.

There is no joy, sad faces, is a portrayal of them at the moment, food, for them, never think about it, if they want, they can hunt it in the barren mountains at any time, because they are witch servants, witch worship.

What they want is strength, every time the witch god gives them a spirit, they will gradually become stronger, although they are still unable to cultivate, but they can go out of the tribe, and they can have the ability to protect themselves outside.

Wu Aya's incident was the key to the cancellation of the spirit, although Song Qing did not delve into it, but these clansmen, looking in the direction of Wu Mansion, there was still a trace of resentment in their eyes.

At this moment, in Wu Mansion, Ye Feng and Wu Kun sat opposite each other on a stone table, on the table, a bottle of stone pots, a pair of stone cups, in the cups, the red liquid squirmed, and some bubbles appeared from time to time.

"Elder Wu, why don't you take this pill given by the old woman, don't you worry about the coveting of a few witches in the clan?" Ye Feng looked at the pill on the table, and asked suspiciously, this pill can add ten years of life, for these witches who cannot cultivate and have entered old age, it is undoubtedly an unimaginable temptation.

"If I swallow this pill, it will be even more dangerous. Shaking his head, Wu Kun said with a chuckle, the implication is that only if he does not swallow the pill, can he live.

"Now, it's only you, I still remember me, an old man who is in his old age, I didn't explain it to you before, please forgive me. After speaking, Wu Kun got up and bowed deeply to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, what the other party and Wu Aya did put him in danger, sighed lightly, picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it, and then stayed in Wu Mansion for a while before leaving.

In the night, Ye Feng's eyes were gloomy, and after tossing and turning around the tribe for a while, he returned to his stone house.

Until dawn, Ye Feng, who had been sitting all night, was a little tired, looking at the storage bag in his hand, Ye Feng took a deep breath, and his eyes became gradually decisive.

"Since I was a child, my wish was to be a simple ordinary person, I thought that when I came to this world, I could achieve it, but I still couldn't get rid of various fates. ”

"Since I can't get rid of it, then I'll change this fate myself, Heisha, Lang clan, Elder Ancestor, and bloodline, one day, I want to take all this into my own hands. Ye Feng's eyes became more and more determined, shooting out endless brilliance.

Getting up and leaving the stone house, Ye Feng suddenly felt a burst of relaxation, and the change in his heart made him completely walk out of the confusion about the future in the past few years, and his bloated figure stretched out fiercely, looking at the outside of the tribe.

"Heisha, I've taken all your preparations. The corners of Ye Feng's mouth grinned, dragging his heavy body, like walking outside the valley, his back, under the scorching sun, became more and more straight, although he still looked fat.

There was no words all the way, until Ye Feng came to the edge of the cliff, stood there for a long time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned to look behind, and said in a cold tone: "Follow me all the way, and you won't show up for me here?"

Ye Feng's words echoed around, but there was no reaction, as if Ye Feng was suspicious, talking alone.

"Hmph, since Ge Wu can't come out, then I'll invite you. Ye Feng's eyes were cold, he chuckled, the corners of his mouth were very big, and when he waved his hands, a fire dragon with a big arm suddenly appeared, roaring towards a boulder not far away.

In the blink of an eye, the moment the fire dragon approached the boulder, a figure flashed out from behind the boulder.

Ye Feng squinted his eyes at this figure, and anger slowly rose in his heart, the person in front of him was none other than Ge Dan, a clansman who had been spiritualized by Song Qing in his early years, and he could perform some spells that could only be performed by Qi Condensation Stage cultivators.

"In the past two years, you have been secretly following me again and again, I really don't know?" Ye Feng said coldly, he didn't pay attention to this person at all, these people who had no external force, even monks were not clansmen, and now he really didn't pay attention to it.

"Do you know?" Ge Dan Wuxi, his hair was a little gray, and his old face looked extremely dignified at this moment, and at this moment, he regretted it a little in his heart, he knew that he had underestimated this foreigner.

But when he thought that other people from other clansmen must have the method of cultivating the truth on their bodies, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, he knew that he couldn't wait, and he couldn't afford to wait, if his body didn't want to strengthen it, he wouldn't have a few years to live.

The spirit of the witch god is also more and more ineffective on his body, some time ago, when he knew that Wu Aya would cultivate the art of immortals, Ge Dan knew that Ye Feng, who was very close to Wu Lin, had no reason not to.

"Ye Feng, I'm not treating you well in the Black Valley Department, why don't you take out the method of cultivating immortals and let me share it. ”

"Even if I have it, why should you let me give it to you? Ye Feng looked at Ge Dan and felt more and more disgusted.

"That's it. Ge Dan heard Ye Feng's words, his face sank, he waved his arm in a sneer, and kept pinching the magic seal, only to see that above the cliff, which was originally quite windy and sunny, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, and in the dark cloud, the wind whined.

Ge Dan knew that monks also had ranks, and some beginner monks were not necessarily very powerful, but they had a longer lifespan than ordinary people, which made him always want to get the method of cultivating immortals.

And Ye Feng, looking at the dark clouds above, frowned, and secretly said that his spells were too scarce, and even a witch ritual had performed spells that he had never seen.

Above the cliff, the appearance of this dark cloud, accompanied by the voice, slowly pressed towards the leaf wind under the control of Ge Dan.

'Si', the sound of breaking the air sounded, Ye Feng flashed sensitively, and a hole appeared on the ground next to his feet, and then, countless sound of breaking the air sounded again, so that Ye Feng had to jump out of the area under the dark clouds.

"Wind Blade?" Ye Feng was surprised, he could easily perform this simple technique, but the other party used the wind blade shot out of the dark clouds above, which made him a little unexpected.

"You are indeed a monk who has just started, Ji Ji, then it is no wonder that the old man is gone. Ge Dan saw that Ye Feng had been dodging the split blade and had no power to fight back, which made him smile gloomily.

"Really?" Ye Feng sneered, his body moved quickly, dodging the elusive wind blade, if he was in the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, he was really a little unbearable, the only way was to exhaust the other party's spiritual power, but now, he was already at the top of the Qi Condensation Realm, both his physical strength and the spiritual power in his body had improved a lot.

This big cut, on this level of monks, but there is a difference between heaven and earth, keep wandering and dodging, Ye Feng's lips moved slightly, only to see a small fire dragon spewed out of his mouth in an instant, roaring towards the dark clouds in the sky, on the way, the small fire dragon, in the blink of an eye, changed to a thick size.

As the fire dragon approached, Ye Feng squinted and found that the fire dragon that had been turned into a zhang size by himself was instantly divided and scattered by countless wind blades, making him sigh: "It seems that the spirit given by the other party does have a cultivation equivalent to the foundation building period, and this spirit gift is really a good thing." ”

With the dissipation of the fire dragon, Ye Feng knew that the other party's spiritual power was stronger than his own, but Ye Feng also knew that the other party would only know this one spell, and those witch gods would not really teach any spells.

With both hands pinching secretly, Ye Feng grabbed the boulder on the side of the cliff with one hand, only to see an illusory giant hand suddenly appear, easily grabbed the boulder, and threw it vigorously against the Wuyun in the sky.

But in the same way, when the boulder approached the dark clouds, it was suddenly cut into pieces by countless wind blades, and countless gravel fell from the sky.

"Boom. Ge Dan's face was a little pale, he had controlled the dark clouds for too long, and he needed a lot of spiritual power, which made him a little weak at the moment, and the consumption of spiritual power made him even more anxious to kill Ye Feng.

Spiritual power, for ordinary witches, is extremely precious, in the body of the elixir, if the consumption of spiritual power, is a permanent loss, unless in the annual witch sacrifice, the witch god's spirit, can be replenished.

"If you can get the method of cultivating immortals, the spiritual power will be inexhaustible, and the lifespan will continue to be extended. Ge Dan looked at Ye Feng greedily, but then, his eyes shrank sharply, and his legs couldn't help but take two steps back.

"How is the witch god's storage bag in his hands. Ge Dan's old face was a little flustered, he knew that the witch god did not go back this year, but stayed in the North Pole.

Pausing the attack, Ge Dan asked solemnly: "Why is the witch god's storage bag here, where is the witch god now?" If the witch god is nearby, his purpose will be completely ruined, and he will definitely be killed by the witch god, he knows that without the approval of the witch god, no one in the Arctic continent can cultivate immortals, which is not allowed by them.

"You want to know?" Ye Feng looked at Ge Dan playfully, wondering if he would let the black demon under the cliff come out, and directly scare the other party to death and save trouble.

"Hmph. Ge Dan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he didn't speak, if the witch god was really nearby, no matter how he was, there was only a dead end, but Ge Dan knew very well what he was doing.