The First Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Two Chapters Restore the Soul Marrow

"Stand by and wait, it's a pity that you ran into me with bad luck!"

The big hand that controlled the soul crushed the souls of the two, Ye Chenfeng immediately took away the required Gujing leaves, and with a slight flash, disappeared into the valley, and continued to search for other needed herbs in the vast ancient medicine mountain.

"There are a lot of restrictions, and the difficulty of selecting this Tiandian competition is really not small!"

When he went deep into the ancient medicine mountain, Ye Chenfeng found that the ancient medicine mountain was full of restrictions, and it was difficult for his powerful soul to penetrate into it.

"break!"

Ye Chenfeng's thoughts moved, and the powerful soul power bombarded a powerful restraint like mercury pouring down the ground. After three attacks, the restraint was shattered and entered inside.

But the next moment, Ye Chenfeng's face changed slightly. He found that there was not a single spirit grass growing in the ban, only an ancient tree with a strange shape that had died for some unknown number of years. Like a beetle, it is a colorful, fist-sized bug with sharp poisonous horns.

At the moment when the ban was broken, the poisonous insects living on the dead ancient trees were awakened, and the harsh air friction sounded. Ye Chenfeng's soul body that invaded their realm.

"Death Fire!"

Besieged by tens of thousands of poisonous insects, Ye Chenfeng was not panicking, the dead flame parasitic in his soul was released, like an erupting volcano, spitting hot flames, burning the approaching black poisonous insects to ashes .

Controlling the dead flame to burn a large number of poisonous insects, Ye Chenfeng did not break through and leave. His deep eyes completely locked the strangely shaped dead ancient tree where the poisonous insects inhabited. In this ancient tree, he felt the existence of a pure energy. .

"Whoosh!"

Ye Chenfeng flickered slightly, and drew a black flame in the air, approaching the dead ancient tree at a very fast speed, and his action completely angered the sky and covered the sky and covered the colorful poisonous insects in the void, like moths flying into flames He attacked Ye Chenfeng and did not let him approach.

If the ordinary fire was attacked by tens of thousands of poisonous insects that were not afraid of death, it would have been extinguished long ago, but the dead fire has almost reached the limit of the sky, and the poisonous insects that come madly do not pose any threat to Ye Chenfeng at all. Soon, Ye Chenfeng approached the dead ancient tree.

"What on earth is there in this ancient tree, to make these poisonous insects stop me from approaching even if they die?"

With curiosity, Ye Chenfeng's mind moved, and the control soul turned into a sword, and the sword slashed at this dead ancient tree.

"Well, what a solid dead wood!"

Although Ye Chenfeng didn't do his best with this sword, his soul was too strong, and the soul of Nirvana had to avoid its edge. He frowned slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

At this time, the overwhelming poisonous insects saw that Ye Chenfeng took the initiative to attack Gu Mu, and immediately became angry, shaking his wings, and launched a fierce attack on him like crazy, and it was bound to drive him away.

Controlling the dead flame to resist the dense attack of poisonous insects, Ye Chenfeng raised his soul power to the extreme, and turned it into a soul sword dozens of feet long.

"Break it for me!"

Ye Chenfeng let out a loud cry, and the soul sword that was dozens of meters long fell down, like a meteor falling to the ground, the entire space trembled, and no one could resist it.

"Crack!"

Attacked by Ye Chenfeng's strongest sword in controlling his soul, this extremely hard dead tree suddenly turned into two halves, and a pure soul power permeated out.

"That is……"

The dead wood was split in half, and Ye Chenfeng found in the tree a lot of milky white, strong soul power, very viscous chalcedony.

"This, is this the soul-recovering marrow, the divine artifact that repairs the soul!"

Looking at the milky white chalcedony contained in the tree, Ye Chenfeng raised his brows, thinking of the information obtained when he merged the soul fragments, revealing a hint of surprise.

Reviving soul marrow is the soul marrow that has been nurtured by the ghost tree, ghost vine, and heavenly soul wood for millions of years, and its value is comparable to that of heavenly soul liquid. Hard to find.

"It's no wonder that there are many high-level alchemists who are willing to take risks to participate in the selection competition. This ancient medicine mountain really has a lot of opportunities, and it even has such strange things as soul recovery!"

Ye Chenfeng burst out with a terrifying soul power, killing the poisonous insects that were frantically fighting for the soul marrow, and controlled the soul to take away the soul marrow from the ghost vine and sky soul wood.

"Leave the soul marrow!"

Suddenly, a greedy roar came from afar, and an old soul felt the power of the soul-reviving soul permeating the void, and rushed over in the dense forest, trying to snatch the soul-rejuvenating marrow.

Ye Chenfeng was unmoved by his roar, increasing the suction power of his soul, and quickly took away all the revitalizing soul bred by this dead ghost tree.

"court death!"

This old soul knows the value of the Soul Rejuvenation. If he can get the Soul Resurrection, even if he is allowed to withdraw from the Heavenly Palace competition immediately, he is willing.

"roll!"

Ye Chenfeng let out a loud cry, and the Death Yantian Fire mixed with powerful soul power swept up, turning into a big hand burning with raging flames, smashing the attack launched by the old soul with one palm, and bombarded him with unabated power.

"boom!"

The whole void trembled.

Although the old soul dodged the flames that Ye Chenfeng had transformed into, it was still shaken by the heavy waves of flames, and the soul trembled.

"Nangongzheng, an aristocratic family in Xia Nangong, has been searching hard for the soul-recovery marrow. If your Excellency is willing to give me half of the soul-recovery marrow, I will definitely reward you when you leave here!"

Nangong Zheng didn't expect Ye Chenfeng's soul to be so powerful, one blow damaged his soul body, and his face changed several times in an instant, restrained his anger, changed his face, and said politely.

"Nangongzheng, I haven't heard of it!" Ye Chenfeng said coldly, "I advise you not to provoke me, or I promise you will regret it."

Although Nangong Zheng is very polite, Ye Chenfeng knows that this is all based on the premise that his soul is far superior to his, otherwise he would have killed the killer and robbed the soul of recovery.

"Your Excellency, there is one more friend and one more way. If you are willing to give me one-third of the soul marrow, my Nangong family is willing to form a good relationship with you, and even more willing to exchange for the equivalent treasure!" Anger Road.

"I don't like to say my words a second time, and come to entangle again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Ye Chenfeng gave a cold warning, and under Nangong's angry gaze, he burned the poisonous insects and flew away.

"Damn, just wait for me, my Nangong family must get such a rare thing as the soul-recovery marrow." Looking at Ye Chenfeng's disappearing figure, Nangong Zheng's eyes instantly turned cold, and he swore in his heart.