Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 236
When the extended Lincoln stopped, Ye Feng got out of the car and saw that it was a cave.

The Wushan Mountains are continuous, and it is estimated that this cave is the place leading to the center of the witch religion.

The fat man was nervous for a while, and whispered to Ye Feng: "Are you sure, madman...We don't know Jiulan well, so we have to withdraw if we have to..."

"You can't go back on promises to others." Ye Feng shook his head, and the man in the suit next to him sneered when he heard such a discussion.

However, due to the presence of the saint, he didn't say anything else.

"Please, Warrior!" This time he didn't make any more gestures, but walked ahead and greeted him, and the word "Warrior" emphasized his tone even more, showing full of disdain.

Ye Feng didn't bother with him too much, and walked in.

"Master Ye, why don't you let me reveal your real identity?" Jiu Lan asked in a low voice.

"My identity is too special now. The Yellow Emperor's Yinfu and the Shenxiao faction are all chasing and killing me. I'm afraid it won't do you any good to your witch religion if you tell me.
Maybe once I hear my identity, I will even be deprived of my qualifications as a warrior. "

Now Ye Feng is a big celebrity in Yin Xing, this celebrity doesn't have a good reputation, for hundreds of years, Ye Feng is the first one who has made enemies with so many sects.

"Okay." Jiu Lan nodded, and Ye Feng was right in thinking.

The cave stretched forward, and after walking for half an hour, it suddenly became clear that a magnificent palace and countless dwellings appeared in front of Ye Feng.

"Is this the Witch Cult that has been hidden for thousands of years!" The palace is tens of meters high and looks very majestic. The fact that such a building can be erected in this stretch of mountains shows the heritage of the Witch Cult.

The man in the suit led Ye Feng and others into the main hall, and at the same time, Ye Feng saw a statue about [-] meters high.

However, the appearance of this statue is a bit strange, with sunken eye sockets and a high hat. To be honest, at first glance, it looks a bit like the black and white impermanence of the underworld.

The whole body is made of black unknown material, but it doesn't look like paint splashes or roughness. It should be carved from a whole piece of black stone.

It has to be said that this is much more difficult than building a palace of nearly [-] meters in the mountains.

This should be the Witch King.

"Have you received the saint?" There was an ethereal voice in the hall, as if the Witch King was speaking.

After several searches, Ye Feng saw a person sitting on the top of the statue of the Witch King, who was talking.

"Reporting to the Pope, not only has the saint returned, but she has also brought two warriors."

"One! One! I'm here to eat melons and do odd jobs!" The fat man quickly corrected a little timidly.

"Oh?" The person on top slightly opened his eyes and looked down.

"Reporting to the Pope, Jiu Lanfan's heart is still alive. This time when I went back to Guan's house in Shanxi, I ran into Ye Feng and fell in love with him at first sight. He was willing to take me away in the hands of the Witch King."

"The post of saintess is originally the mandate of heaven. If someone is willing to go against the sky for love, the emperor will naturally agree."

Ye Feng frowned. This old man said he agreed, but he still sat on top of the witch king and spoke in a condescending manner. It was really annoying.

"Will the warrior be tested today, or rest for a day?"

"Get it done early, I still have things to do." Ye Feng replied.

"Oh?" The pope couldn't believe it, where did the boy come from, so reckless.

Soon, the news that a warrior was going to take away the saint spread all over the Witch Cult, and outside the main hall, there were quite a few people swarming.

Of course, there are also many people who admire Jiulan's beauty and want to be warriors, but thinking of the end of being warriors for thousands of years, no one can summon up courage.

Everyone said that the grapes are sour if they can’t eat grapes. They are all whispering:

"This kid is definitely dead..."

"It goes without saying that the pope, the suzerain, and the lord work together, even if the king of heaven comes, he will have to confess to this jar of blood."

"It's just a pity, the saint may be sad because of this..."

"Yeah, besides, that kid looks ordinary, so why did he fall in love with the saint?"

"Yes, it looks like I'm not as handsome as I am."

The people below spoke more and more vigorously, and when it was reported that they were disciples of Maoshan, everyone was dumbfounded:
"Isn't Maoshan destroyed!"

"There is also the outer sect! If I go, the outer sect disciples dare to come and be warriors?"

"It's over, it's nothing to look at. Wherever you use the Pope to make a move, the Lord can crush him with one finger."

"It's boring. I thought what kind of warrior the saint brought back..."

Everyone's discussions naturally couldn't escape Jiu Lan's ears, and her complexion began to become a little ugly. Ye Feng didn't reveal her identity as a celestial master, making herself seem very blind.

"Don't worry, hide your identity, it will have a magical effect later." Ye Feng pretended to be intimate, and leaned into Jiu Lan's ear and said.

"Jiu Lan must have told you about the request to take away the saint. Sovereign Zhao, Sovereign Qian, Sovereign Sun, Sovereign Li, Sovereign Zhou, come out!"

Among the crowd, five old men stepped out, two wearing silver witch robes and three wearing blue witch robes.

This should be the suzerain and the capital.

Counting the Pope, six people.

Ye Feng frowned, Grandma's is really difficult.

The Pope also slowly descended from the top of the Witch King. He was wearing a golden witch robe.

"As long as you can walk out of the hall with the saint alive, it will be considered a success, right?" Ye Feng asked with a deep breath.

"That's right." The Pope nodded and waved, letting the man in the suit lead the fat man out of the hall and into the crowd.

Fatty sweated in his heart, these six people didn't seem to be good at it, how could they fight!
Even if Ye Feng becomes a celestial master, these are the few people with the highest level of witchcraft cultivation, how can it be so easy.

"When will it start?" Ye Feng asked.

"At any time." The Pope smiled. He was ten thousand times more confident that he could kill Ye Feng before he could make a move.

As long as Ye Feng dares to move.

"Then... when I don't attack or touch Jiulan, it's not considered the beginning, right?" Ye Feng asked a question that made the Pope puzzled.

"Yes." According to the rules, it is like this.

"Trash! Come on!"

"Pope, don't be merciful! Try not to leave the whole body!"

"What are you talking about! Hurry up!"

The people below kept urging Ye Feng, but Ye Feng sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and adjust his breath.

The pope frowned: "Warrior, what do you mean by meditating now? Although we won't make a move before you attack, if you don't make a move within an hour, we will regard you as having given up on taking away the saint." Chance."

"I see." Ye Feng replied with his eyes closed, and continued to meditate.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

But Ye Feng was still unmoved, he didn't meditate for rest.

It's about finding the best time.

If one person picks the six people with the highest level of witchcraft cultivation, even if Ji Chenzi comes, he will have to bite off a piece of meat, so this matter can only be found in another way.

There is a spell in Maoshan, called the backlog spell.

It is to delay the triggering of the spell when it is released, but the application is very small, so it is close to being lost. Only after receiving the celestial master's seal can it be continued in the form of inheritance, but basically it will not be taught to disciples.

Now is exactly the time to use the Backlog Charm.

Ye Feng kept silently chanting the Sword Control Jue for three times, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the Pope: "It's ok."

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt sword appeared on Ye Feng's forehead, and it was quickly inserted between his eyebrows, and the thunder mode was turned on.

"This is Shangqing Leifa! This son is not a disciple of Maoshan Outer Sect!" The Pope shouted, but Ye Feng was no longer where he was.

"Not good!" Zongzhu Zhao yelled, and a lightning sword flew towards the statue of the Witch King. He rushed forward regardless, and used witchcraft to forcibly stop the lightning sword.

The other thunderbolt flew towards the crowd. This matter was no small matter. The pope took action and used witchcraft to control the thunderbolt sword.

"Sorry!"

Ye Feng's voice resounded through the hall, and at the same time, when the pope and suzerain shot, a thunderbolt picked up Jiulan horizontally and flashed towards the door.

"Playing smart." Sect Master Qian and the three capital masters arrived at the door in an instant, the witch robes were windless, and the witchcraft on their bodies began to display, preventing Ye Feng from leaving.

"Hehe." The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up, and he was behind these four people in an instant.

That is, outside the main hall.

"Damn it! What the hell is swishing!"

"How did he come out! How is this possible!"

Everyone was stunned. They didn't know what happened just now. They knew that one second after Ye Feng said he was ready, he had already appeared outside the hall, ahead of everyone.

"Look at the wall next to the entrance of the main hall!" Someone shouted in the crowd, which attracted everyone's attention. The wall of the main hall made of huge stones unexpectedly had a hole the size of a person.

"He...he came out directly from the wall!"

"I'll go... is that okay too?"

"It can't be counted! He didn't beat the Pope at all!"

"Yes! Just playing tricks! Shameless!"

Ye Feng gently put Jiu Lan down from his arms, it's not up to these people who eat melons to decide whether to count or not.

He turned around and looked at the pope who fell on the ground, and his lightning sword was surrounded by a cloud of black air.

"Shangqing Leifa, Heaven Punishing Qiyang Jue, Yujian Jue, it turns out that the Saintess actually asked Maoshan Tianshi to be a warrior, but why did you hide yourself?" The pope melted the thunder and lightning sword, smiling asked.

"If you don't hide yourself, I'm afraid the kid won't be able to take Jiu Lan away by a trick." Ye Feng bowed respectfully.

"Hahaha." The pope also laughed loudly and didn't stop.

"Pope, Ye Tianshi successfully brought me out of the hall, can he take me away?" Jiu Lan asked while kneeling on the ground.

Ye Feng thought that although he took advantage of the loopholes in the rules, he still fulfilled the requirements. The witch religion is so big, the Pope must not be able to backtrack.

But unexpectedly, the pope really shook his head...

(End of this chapter)