In any case, if Ye Wuhan died because of her, she would be a little bit unbearable.
Seeing that Nangong Yiwei was running too fast, Feng Haijuan became angry, and Feibo took the momentum of the angry sea and rushed towards Ye Wuhan continuously to suppress it.
It’s okay to shoot him to death.
It's just a pity that Ye Wuhan seems to be resisting difficulties, but he always takes his offensive.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
After a few more moves, Nangong Yiwei's shadow was completely invisible.
Seeing that Nangong Yiwei had escaped, Feng Haijuan was furious and naturally transferred his anger to Ye Wuhan.
"Boy, if I don't grind you to ashes and torture you into scum today, I won't be a descendant of the Demon Sect. You must die!"
Feng Haijuan roared again and again, and now he also understood that the fourth-level foundation building in front of him was not as good as he thought. It was difficult to kill him with ordinary moves. When he raised his hand, his flying bowl actually radiated
Black lines came one after another, and the rapidly expanding flying bowl suppressed Ye Wuhan again.
Before Fei Bo came to his body, Ye Wuhan felt the aura that chilled the soul.
The aura generated by these black lines actually blocks people's spiritual consciousness and corrodes the sea of consciousness. Once caught by the flying bowl, the soul may be corroded in an instant.
Furthermore, because it blocks the function of spiritual consciousness, it would not be so convenient to sacrifice the magic weapon at this time.
It's a pity that Ye Wuhan doesn't need to sacrifice the magic weapon anymore, he can just use his hands. Furthermore, Nangong Yiwei is no longer here, so there is no need for him to cover up anymore.
"Purple rainbow!"
Ye Wuhan shouted loudly, raised his hand and struck out the purple shadow, and suddenly a neon purple light transformed from the sword light came towards Feibao.
Tsk!
Those black lines actually emitted black smoke and were cut by the purple light, and then the purple light neon cast continuously hit the flying bowl.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the flying bowl flew up due to the shock. The powerful backlash caused Feng Haijuan to stumble back seven or eight steps.
"You...are you on the seventh level of foundation building?"
Feng Haijuan was a little dumbfounded as he looked at the scene in front of him. A seventh-level foundation builder could knock his flying bowl away, which was already very powerful. You know, he was one of the top five strongmen on the Tianjiao Wall.
In an instant, Feng Haijuan understood that Ye Wuhan was not as simple as he thought. For a moment, the man's contempt disappeared. He raised his hand to catch the flying bowl and wanted to attack again.
Unfortunately, Ye Wuhan has already taken the lead here.
Before the opponent's flying bowl could be released, the sword light that had not dissipated in the air suddenly tightened, whirled and shrank, instantly trapping Feng Haijuan.
This is Ye Wuhan's original sword technique, Shu Yuan Dao.
Feng Haijuan instantly felt that his true energy was suppressed, and he actually felt as if his true energy was trapped.
Feng Haijuan was horrified. How could he dare to delay? He hurriedly used his skills to try to forcefully break through the opponent's true energy constraints.
boom!
Feng Haijuan was overjoyed that the stagnant true energy was flowing smoothly again. He was about to use the flying bowl again, but he saw a purple light striking at the center of his eyebrows.
"ah!"
Feng Haijuan yelled, and before he had time to hide, he was already struck by the purple light.
Although his true energy just stagnated, it was definitely a fatal pause when masters competed.
Snap!
A drop of blood dripped down his brow.
"You...you really only have the seventh level of foundation building? How could you be so powerful?"
Feng Haijuan pointed at Ye Wuhan with difficulty, and then his head began to crack. Until his death, he could not believe that he would die at the hands of a mere seven-level foundation builder.
At this time, he really regretted snatching the soul-nurturing tree, and even more regretted speaking rudely to Ye Wuhan, otherwise how could he die?
However, he had no chance to regret.
As far as Ye Wuhan was concerned, even if Li Zhuji was ranked second on the list of geniuses, he would kill him without fail. How could he really be afraid of someone who was ranked fifth on the list of geniuses?
Even if this Feng Haijuan is really good, there is still some gap between him and Li Zhuji.
Snapped!
The ring was also taken away by Ye Wuhan, and then a fireball flew over, and the Earth Demon Sect strongman completely disappeared from the world.
Ye Wuhan didn't waste any time. When the fireball flew out, he had already brought a ray of light and quickly moved away from this place.
After Nangong Yiwei left, she walked around the area and found no Nangong Villa disciple. Moreover, after such a long time, she felt that Ye Wuhan must have been killed by Feng Haijuan, and there was no point in looking for anyone else.
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Considering that Ye Wuhan died because of saving herself, she suddenly felt a little unbearable, and wanted to go back to collect Ye Wuhan's body and bury it, so as not to be too pitiful and exposed in the wild.
Moreover, Feng Haijuan didn't chase her, so she probably left, so she walked back again to collect Ye Wuhan's body.
When she arrived at the place, not only did she not see Feng Haijuan, she also didn't see Ye Wuhan's body.
"It must have been burned by someone else."
"Why!"
Nangong Yiwei felt a little sad for no reason, because Ye Wuhan died after blocking the gun for her.
But it was sad, and she didn't care too much about the death of an unknown casual cultivator, and it would be fine after a while.
After feeling sorry for Ye Wuhan for a moment, she stepped on the flying sword and left again.
If there was no accident, she would probably never think of Ye Wuhan again, and this man would soon become a forgotten corner of her mind.
After Ye Wuhan left here, he deliberately opened a spring pool in the small world and transferred the soul-cleansing essence and divine spring water back into the chaotic world.
Of course, the divine spring water is only suitable for bathing, while the spiritual cleansing liquid is actually for drinking. However, there is so much of it, it is actually enough for women to use it for bathing and to temper it directly.
Moreover, Ye Wuhan specially told Luoman how to use the Snow God Spring Water.
Luo Manxue was happy now, but Host Luo was very particular about it. She would not use it to take a bath directly, but would use a wooden bucket to fill the water for bathing. After all, others still had to use it.
Thinking that Lin Xueyao could use it, Ye Wuhan was also very happy, but thinking of Xiaozhu, Xiaofei and the others, he couldn't help but sigh. There was no good water, but they were not here.
It's just that we are in the secret realm now and can't get out at all. It's useless to think too much. The only way is to improve your cultivation as soon as possible and have the ability to find them.
Otherwise, the Fengshen Continent is so big and your cultivation level is too low. You can’t fly very far in a few days. How can you find someone?
Now that he has a lot of spiritual stones, Ye Wuhan feels that he must make some preparations in advance for promotion to the golden elixir.
When he first inherited the Hongmeng Shengyan Jue, Ye Wuhan was warned that practicing with the Hongmeng Shengyan Jue would be troubled and would lead to divine punishment. He has not yet suffered a catastrophe, but to advance to the golden elixir, he has to go through it.
It was a calamity. I wonder if he would be punished by God at the same time? So he felt that he had to make some preparations in advance.
For example, try to get as many high-end materials as possible to refine defensive magic weapons, buy inner armor, and so on. Moreover, he currently does not have the main spirit grass for refining dust-falling pills.
After saying goodbye to Manxue, Ye Wuhan came outside again and continued to search for spiritual herbs and even materials.
Just when he was looking for it, he suddenly saw many monks hurriedly stepping on their swords and flying in a certain direction at high speed.
