Chapter 1153 The Revenge of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit

Time flies, and soon the day passes.

During this day, the extremely fast Ye Chenfeng continuously traveled through every corner of the Ancient Medicine Mountain, breaking through the powerful restrictions one by one, and by identifying the seven herbs he needed, he also picked up some rare herbs.

However, he didn't find such strange things as soul recovery.

Just when Ye Chenfeng was patiently searching for the eleven herbs in the prescription in the ancient medicine mountain, he had entered the ancient medicine mountain, and the four holy sons of the fire spirit who had agreed to gather together earlier gathered together.

And they are very experienced. Through exchanges with each other, they basically gathered the herbs they needed, and began to search for Ye Chenfeng, Jiao Yuyan and Mu Qinghuo in the ancient medicine mountain. They wanted to join forces to kill their souls. retaliate against them.

However, the ancient medicine mountain is too big, and more than 10,000 alchemists enter here, just like small fish wandering in the lake, trying to find one is tantamount to luck.

Just as Holy Son Huo Ling and others split up to search for Ye Chenfeng's whereabouts, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of Holy Son Huo Ling.

"It's that old guy!"

Looking at Mu Qinghuo, who flew out of a valley from a distance, with a smile on his face, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit showed a ruthless look in his eyes, and immediately accelerated to fly over, intercepting him at Taniguchi.

"It's you……"

Seeing the sudden appearance of Holy Son Huo Ling's soul, Mu Qinghuo's complexion changed slightly, knowing that the visitor was not good, he immediately fled out of the valley without thinking about it.

"Old man, do you think you can escape?"

As the Nine Star Heavenly Master, the Holy Son of Huo Ling has reached the state of Nirvana in his soul, far surpassing Mu Qinghuo.

His soul body flashed slightly, and a soul shadow was drawn in the air, chasing and killing Mu Qinghuo at an extremely fast speed.

In less than ten breaths, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit caught up with Mu Qinghuo, and the terrifying soul formed a big hand, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, imprinting on him.

"Kurogi Skyfire, defense!"

Feeling that the big hand of the soul condensed by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit completely locked himself, the unavoidable Mu Qinghuo immediately released the extremely high temperature black wood sky fire and broke out of the body, spinning quickly on the top of the head, resisting the attack of the big soul hand.

"boom!"

The moment the soul's big hand came into contact with the Skyfire Vortex, the entire void trembled, and the two forces strongly opposed each other in mid-air, venting their power.

"Break it for me!"

The Holy Son of Fire Spirit let out a loud cry, and the power of the soul poured out of his body, poured into the big hand of the soul, increased the attack power of the big hand of the soul, and forcibly shattered the fissures of the flame vortex formed by the black wood sky fire.

Seeing that Heimu Tianhuo couldn't resist the attack of Holy Son Huo Ling, Mu Qinghuo decided to withdraw and break through.

But the Holy Son of Fire Spirit reacted faster, his body flickered slightly, intercepted Mu Qinghuo, and the rolling soul force turned into a soldier of different shapes, continuously launching a tide-like attack on Mu Qinghuo, blocking him dodge space.

"Soul escape..."

Unable to resist the fierce attack of the Holy Son Huo Ling, Mu Qinghuo detonated his soul without hesitation, cast the fastest soul escape, and fled to the distance.

"Da Chi Tian Huo, put it out for me!"

Holy Son Huo Ling pointed his finger, and the big red sky fire shot his finger like a fire snake, like a red light, it hit the remnant soul of Mu Qinghuo who had used Soul Escape to escape, and burned his remnant soul. became ashes.

"puff!"

The moment his soul was extinguished, Mu Qinghuo, who was left in the outside world, woke up immediately, a ray of blood sprayed from his mouth, and a pale face appeared on his old face.

"Holy Son of Fire Spirit, you are too deceiving!"

His soul was killed by the Holy Son of Huo Ling, and Mu Qinghuo lost the chance to enter the preliminary round. Years of hard work were in vain, which made him more regretful and more angry.

However, he is not worried about Ye Chenfeng, but expects the Holy Son of Fire Spirit to meet Ye Chenfeng early. He believes that with Ye Chenfeng's strength, he will definitely avenge himself.

"Finally resolved, who will be next?"

After successfully killing the soul of Mu Qinghuo, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit showed a cold smile and continued to search for Ye Chenfeng and Jiao Yuyan's whereabouts in the ancient medicine mountain.

At this time, Ye Chenfeng discovered a powerful restriction in the depths of Ancient Medicine Mountain, and was controlling a powerful soul force to attack this restriction.

"What on earth is there in this valley, the guarding prohibition is so terrifying."

Ye Chenfeng exerted the power of the soul of the three-star Taoist saint to the extreme, and it took more than half an hour of violent attack power to only shatter the ban, which made him have a strong interest in the ban.

"Break it for me!"

Under Ye Chenfeng's persevering soul attack, the more and more cracks of the ban were finally broken by Ye Chenfeng, and a strong aura of death permeated the broken ban.

"That's... the mandala of death!"

Looking at the ban, there was a verdant bush. In the middle of the bush, there was a plant more than half a meter high, with death thorns growing on the branches and leaves. The whole body was dark, and the flowers were budding, bathed in blood. , Ye Chenfeng recognized at a glance, this is the death mandala that Xia Wendie was looking for.

"It turns out that this strange flower grows in the ban!"

Ye Chenfeng is well aware of the power of the death mandala. Xia Wendie used the death mandala to complete his transformation, and if he can get it, he can use this strange flower to trade in the heaven and the neighborhood.

"I don't know what the guardian of this death mandala is?"

The more precious the strange object, the stronger the guardian object, Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul and turned it into eight soul swords suspended above his head, slowly approaching the past.

"Well, there is no guardian?"

When he walked three meters away from the death mandala, Ye Chenfeng unexpectedly discovered that there was no guardian around the death mandala.

"It seems that the true guardian of this death mandala is itself!"

Staring at the mandala covered with death thorns, Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul of the three-star Taoist sage to condense a big hand and grab it.

Seeing that the soul's big hand grabbed the death mandala, a powerful force of death was released in the death mandala, turning into a huge tree shadow, swaying the death tree shadow, and whipping the soul's big hand.

"Crack!"

The moment the soul's big hand was hit by the shadow of death, it shattered like glass. The shadow of the tree entwined with the energy of death was like a broken bamboo, and slapped Ye Chenfeng fiercely. The terrible force of death forced him back.

Although Ye Chenfeng's soul is strong enough, the defense of his soul body is too weak. Once he is hit by the shadow of the tree condensed by the death mandala, he will be hit hard.

"How to extract this death mandala?"

Ye Chenfeng floated in the distance, staring at the death mandala, thinking about how to pick it up.

After a hundred thoughts to no avail, he summoned the Heavenly Fire of Death, ready to forcibly pick the mandala of death.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng's powerful soul felt the presence of eight powerful soul breaths, and he raised his brows, revealing a sly smile, thinking from his heart.

"boom!"

Ye Chenfeng slammed another palm from the air, and slammed the death mandala fiercely. There was a fierce confrontation with the death tree shadow, causing a huge movement.

The next moment, his body flashed slightly, hiding in a bush in the distance, restraining his soul power.

Ye Chenfeng had just hidden, and eight powerful soul breaths flew over quickly when they heard the movement. When they saw the death mandala through the broken restraint, their eyes immediately burst into a hot color, and they didn't even think about it. Thinking, immediately flew into the broken prohibition.

"It's really the mandala of death. If we can pick this flower, we will definitely make a lot of money after going out!" A slightly bloated man narrowed his eyes and said excitedly.

"Let's go up, let's work together to pick up this death mandala!" The grey-robed old man headed to sense the surroundings, unaware of Ye Chenfeng's existence, and immediately approached the death mandala, wanting to forcibly pick it up.

At this time, I felt a few people approaching, and the death mandala condensed the tree of death again and fought with them.

"Let's fight, just consume more of the spiritual power of the death mandala!" Ye Chenfeng, who was hiding in the bushes, showed a cunning look and waited patiently.