Ye Ming saw Wu Feng's guilty conscience and felt even more uneasy.
When the last hair of Yun Lingyuan disappeared in the fiery red fire, Ye Ming finally couldn't help but burst out with a terrifying spiritual power, and the blue magic flute around his waist trembled.
Wu Feng felt insignificant in front of Ye Ming. He didn't realize that he was a giant monster over 10,000 years old. He was caught off guard and was blown away by Ye Ming's strong energy, flying backwards and crashing into the wall.
The entire wall was cracked like a spider web.
A good wall needs to be repaired with spiritual power.
Yun Sheng was ashamed, how could this stupid phoenix be so afraid of him? Even if it was afraid, it couldn't show it.
She felt a headache, and Ye Ming had no patience at all. How to deal with it now, she still shocked everyone: "Nirvana Pill, first destroy and then regenerate, Your Highness can't be in a hurry."
Yun Sheng's self-confidence was somewhat contagious. Ye Ming gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger and uneasiness.
When his eyes fell on Yun Lingyuan's originally empty wooden couch again, Yun Lingyuan actually appeared bit by bit in a gradual manner.
Seeing this, he held his breath subconsciously, and his heart finally calmed down.
He was extremely pleasantly surprised, because he could clearly see that Yun Lingyuan's body slowly appeared as if it was a new life, with no wounds at all, especially the scorched black hole on her chest that was injured by Qingjun's lightning arrow.
existed, even the holes in her clothes were restored to their original appearance by the self-immolation and rebirth due to the effect of the Nirvana Pill.
"Yunlingyuan!!"
As soon as he called her name, the expression of surprise on his face suddenly froze.
"Her soul injury has not healed!" Yun Sheng's voice came from behind, but this time it had no calming effect.
Ye Ming has also noticed that he has been using his divine power to protect Yun Lingyuan's soul. Even if she swallows the Nirvana Pill, his divine power is still lingering around her and dare not take it all in. He has always sensed the existence of her soul, so in
In fear, there is always a last way out.
Her body recovered, and he immediately led her soul back into her body. As soon as her soul returned to her body, he immediately sensed that her soul was like a candle that was about to be blown out. He had to continue to send his divine power to protect her.
Be careful, her soul will be dispersed and she will never be able to disturb anyone again.
He has also realized a terrifying fact: this Nirvana Pill has not repaired her soul at all!
If the injury to the soul is not healed, what is the use of recovering the mortal body?
Was he really tricked by their Huansheng Pavilion?
“How could this happen??”
His anger made the Huansheng Pavilion tremble. Wu Feng pulled his body out from the wall and immediately looked into Ye Ming's cold blue eyes. He forgot the pain in fear and ran straight behind Yun Sheng, not daring to show up again!
Yun Sheng was about to cry without tears. Her spiritual house must have sensed Ye Ming's power of gods and demons. It was indeed a terrifying power. She had to cast a spell on the Huansheng Pavilion to calm her down. She still used her powerful belief.
He kept everything steady, his face remained calm, and his words were unhurried and unhurried: "Your Highness, please be patient and listen to what I have to say first."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Ming was impatient. He turned his palm and pointed at Yun Sheng with the blue magic flute in his hand: "I don't care whether you are a human or a god. I only give you one last chance. If you can't save her, I will
I want you to go to the underworld and become a god!!"
Yun Sheng's heart skipped a beat!
This flute is a flute, but it is also a blue demon sword that can kill gods and demons.
Fortunately, Ye Ming was just an external incarnation and had not yet become the body of a true god. He might not have the ability to kill her now. Thinking of this, he did not lose his composure.
She raised her slender fingers and carefully pushed the flute away, and spoke loudly: "The person in your arms is a future goddess, not an ordinary cultivator. How can her soul be cured by the Nirvana Pill?"
Really? I do have a way to save her, but it is determined by the laws of heaven and my way cannot be given unconditionally."
Ye Ming narrowed his eyes: "What conditions do you want?"
Yun Sheng didn't mince words, and pointed his eyes at the Blue Magic Flute in Ye Ming's hand.
"Do you want the Blue Magic Flute?" Ye Ming was generous, almost without thinking, he held up the Blue Magic Flute with his palms upward, which was a "give it to you" gesture.
He was so cheerful that Yun Sheng blinked her beautiful eyes in disbelief!
You must know that the sound of the blue magic flute is so powerful that it can travel through the three realms and summon the power of gods and demons.
Within the Three Realms, there are only a handful of artifacts of the same level, and for a cultivator, the spiritual artifact in his hand is as precious as his life. If he loses this flute, he will lose his entire life.
The power, consequences, and costs of the world of gods and demons are all extremely heavy!
"If you have any ideas, please tell me!"
The urging sound came, and Yun Sheng suddenly remembered: That's right, no god-level spiritual weapon is worth the life of that woman.
This flute must be brought over first. This is a matter of ownership.
With a look from Yun Sheng, Wu Feng mustered up all his courage and gingerly took the flute from Ye Ming.
Click!
Wufeng was caught off guard, his arm had been dislocated, and he was crushed to the ground.
Yun Sheng held his forehead, this stupid phoenix, and used his heels to think that this flute was an extraordinary product. How could it be lifted with ordinary physical strength? Has ten thousand years of cultivation been eaten by a dog?
She said angrily: "Five Phoenix. Still haven't gotten up yet!!"
It was just a matter of being stupid in front of ordinary cultivators, but the person in front of her was quite special in status, ability and cultivation. She didn't want Huansheng Pavilion to lose its grace and face.
Wu Feng angrily made a "click" sound, took back her arm, and used the spiritual power of the transformation stage to put the Blue Magic Flute into her arms. She also felt quite depressed in her heart, and she frequently lost her composure in front of Ye Ming, which was definitely not her intention.
That's a conditioned reflex!
Is it possible that the palace master doesn't know what kind of person Ye Ming is? Not to mention anything else, but once the flute is played, what is the use of her ten thousand years of cultivation? Shouldn't she just obey her instructions?
When Yun Sheng saw that the flute was in his possession, he dug out a seed and gave it to Ye Ming.
"This is the seed of the Demon Bottle Tree, which was given to me by a friend ten thousand years ago. The Demon Bottle Tree collects the power of gods and demons to warm and nourish the soul. According to legend... as long as there is a trace of the remaining soul among the three souls and seven souls, it can
Saved."
Ye Ming's eyes lit up, Yun Lingyuan's situation was far from that bad. If the magic bottle tree species was really as powerful as it said, saving Yun Lingyuan wouldn't be a problem.
"Okay. Quick, tell me how to use it?"
Yun Sheng said: "This kind of seed is a thing from the world of gods and demons. Ordinary spiritual power cannot induce it to sprout. You need to use the power of gods and demons to induce germination."
"Can you avoid talking nonsense? Be more direct! What kind of magical power?"
If he didn't misunderstand, "the power of gods and demons"?
Ye Ming narrowed his eyes and had a very bad premonition in his heart. The power of gods and demons is a power that only exists in the world of gods and demons. He was born special and carried the power of gods and demons when he was born. It is difficult to control. It is different from the normal power of Wanling Continent.
Spiritual power, a powerful divine power that is completely beyond the control of mortals.