The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 1027 Swamp Mud
In the secret hall, Ye Fei stopped and looked carefully at this moment.

Not far ahead, it can be seen that the spiritual power on Fang Hao's body is being swallowed and absorbed. If it weren't for the talented elixir body protection, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment, and in the dark light and black mist, Lin Qing His eyes were full of madness.

"Chairman, when I arrived, she had already become like this." Fang Hao still did not resist, his face was full of bitterness.

There is no need to say much about his relationship with Lin Qing. When he first joined the Freemasons, the meeting point here was always guarded by Fang Hao. At that time, she could always be seen behind him.

Ye Fei couldn't help sighing secretly when he heard the words.

Theoretically speaking, this soul slave is also a kind of martial arts remnant spirit, but it is quite different from ordinary remnant spirits.

Soul slaves do not have their own consciousness, so if they are lucky, their consciousness will be awakened, and they will also spend their lives in a daze, unable to remember the past, and unable to get rid of their thoughts.

The soul slaves of Penglai Xiandao, those who have consciousness, were extremely powerful martial arts before they were alive, so they can get a glimpse of the way of soul cultivation, but this way is definitely not the right way, otherwise Mu Feng would not have chosen to disperse Soul power also helped Ye Fei.

"She is no longer the Lin Qing you are familiar with."

"Let it dissipate is the most correct way." With a calm expression on Ye Fei's face, he looked at the person ahead and said slowly.

When Lin Qing was refined, she only had the strength of the Golden Core Dao, and now she can't get rid of her remnants, and there is only one final result, most likely she will become those soul-body creatures who only know how to kill in the Penglai Wasteland.

After saying that, a red light flashed in Ye Fei's palm, and the red fairy bamboo flute fell into his hands.

In the next moment, a faint light flashed, and the powerful power in the fairy flute poured out, separating Fang Hao in front of him, and at the same time fixed Lin Qing in place.

This fairy treasure has always had a great restraint effect on soul slaves.

"Lord Ye, can you save her?" In front of the stone wall of the secret place, Fang Hao saw that Ye Fei was able to restrain the soul slaves, and there was a hint of color in his originally dim eyes.

"She's dead."

Ye Fei raised his head, glanced at the person in front of him, shook his head and whispered.

There is no cure for becoming a soul slave. Even though Mu Feng had the power of a soul emperor when he was in Penglai, he could only choose to lose all his strength in exchange for relief.

It can be seen from this that this technique is treacherous and sinister, let alone an ordinary soul slave?

If Ye Fei guessed correctly, at the end of the Penglai Immortal Bridge, the things in the black door can almost control Wu Xiu, who has been reduced to a soul slave, even if he can really save Lin Qing, there is no way he can save Lin Qing. meaningful.

"Fang Hao, the art of controlling the soul itself is a kind of Taoism."

"You should know that there is no difference between a soul slave and a puppet. She is already dead." With a calm expression on Ye Fei's face, he took a deep look at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice.

His last sentence was obviously a little louder.

After Fang Hao finished listening, a thoughtful look appeared on his face. After a moment of silence, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"May I ask Master Ye, is there a way to bring the dead back to life in this world?" Fang Hao's face showed anticipation, and his eyes were focused on Ye Fei at this moment. The person in front of him was undoubtedly his last hope.

Although he looked expectant, Fang Hao's aura weakened significantly after he finished speaking.

He is not an ignorant person. The entire Tongji Society, except for Ling Yanji, is able to suppress all the vice-chairmen. Fang Hao is undoubtedly the one in front of him. Xu knows that his question is meaningless. The mind is already showing signs of laxity.

As a martial artist, no matter how many injuries he has suffered, he can always find a way to recover, but if his mind breaks down, he will almost certainly die.

In the secret hall, seeing this scene, Ye Fei couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment.

"Not nothing." After pondering for a while, he looked up at Fang Hao in front of him, and said more.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people in front of them suddenly lit up.

The originally weak aura seemed to be reflected in an instant at this moment, and the aura around him couldn't help but rise a bit.

"I hope Lord Ye will tell you that as long as you can save Lin Qing, your subordinates are willing to do anything." Hearing this, Fang Hao hurriedly took a step forward, and at the same time raised his hands and cupped his fists and bent over.

Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "The world is so big that nothing is absolute. Bringing the dead back to life is not a lie, but the difficulties involved are far beyond what you can imagine."

It's not that Ye Fei hasn't done such an act against the sky.

When the Nanhai Tiangong was opened, Lan Fei's soul had also dissipated. Finally, relying on Dao Qing's life force, he condensed the source of longevity and pulled him back from the brink of death.

Now it is impossible to obtain the source of longevity.

But these strange techniques are not without origin, and the place of inheritance is undoubtedly the real world that the fairy beast Bai Wu said.

"If you want to save her, your strength must at least step into the catastrophe."

"The way to save her doesn't exist in this world." Ye Fei pondered for a while, then spoke slowly.

He has never been to the real world. He knows very well that whether it is the Chinese martial arts world or the Western martial arts world, at the earliest time, they are all inherited from that place. Perhaps there really is a way to bring the dead back to life there.

"Master Ye means..." Fang Hao was stunned at the moment, obviously unable to understand.

This does not exist in the world, where else can it appear?

Inside the secret hall, Ye Fei explained to the person in front of him in detail what he knew about the real world and the virtual world without hesitation.

As for Fang Hao, who hadn't expressed much hope before, hearing Ye Fei's explanation now, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and all the dead energy in his body had already disappeared.

"Really...the real world, there must be a way to save Qing'er!" Fang Hao's face showed excitement at this moment, and he had already decided in his heart that he must spend his whole life to find that place.

After pondering for a while, Fang Hao knelt down on the ground and raised his hand again to bow to the person in front of him.

"Thank you Lord Ye for letting me know."

"From today onwards, my subordinates want to leave the Tongji Society for a period of time, and I hope Master Ye will make it happen." Fang Hao raised his hand and said in a low voice with a serious expression on his face.

At this moment, he has found his lifelong goal.

If you don't have enough strength, you should practice hard. In the rumored real world, there is no way to save Lin Qing. He will find another way. As long as he doesn't give up, there will always be a day when he succeeds.

Ye Fei didn't say much when he heard that, he just nodded lightly.

The person in front of him is determined to go, so he naturally won't stay any longer, and then a red light flashed in his palm, and a soft gleam came out from the Red Immortal Bamboo Flute, sealing Lin Qing's soul slave in front of him.

Under the condensation and contraction, it turned into a dark red bead.

"I sealed her here, whether I can succeed or not, I can only rely on myself." Ye Fei sighed secretly at this moment, and whispered at this moment.

At the same time, he explained to the person in front of him that before stepping into the Tribulation Realm, don't think about crossing the border. Even if you find a way, your own strength is too weak, and you will definitely not be able to succeed.

Inside the secret hall, Fang Hao thanked him again.

After all, he put away the dark red ball, took a deep look, and without hesitation, raised his hand to Ye Fei to say goodbye.

From now on, every second of the rest of his life is extremely important to Fang Hao. Although he is a Nascent Soul strongman and entering the Tribulation Realm is just around the corner, his own lifespan cannot be changed.

Ninety-nine to the extreme, that is the iron rule that has not changed through the ages.

In the city of Manha, within the old castle on the outskirts of the city, with Fang Hao's departure, there is only Ye Fei left here, and in front of him is the mysterious ice sculpture that is still frozen.

Walking out of the secret hall, the night is getting darker now.

Ye Fei's spiritual consciousness swept across, fell into the front yard, and condensed on the ice sculpture.

"Fu Ni's soul is gone, and you will guard here forever." The expression on Ye Fei's face was as usual, and he was too lazy to think about it at this moment, and his figure stepped into the air.

After this night, with Fu Ni's death, the Western Martial Arts World, an organization comparable to China's top hidden sect, has been completely wiped out.

In the night, Ye Fei paused slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes at this moment.

"Take the spirit as a guide, look for it." When he raised his hand, the spiritual light surged, and in the air in front of him, it condensed into a blurred light curtain, within which a flickering and fleeing black figure could be vaguely seen.

"You can't escape..." Ye Fei's eyes turned cold, and his figure disappeared in place.

At this moment, he directly used the technique of teleportation, and in less than half a moment, he had already narrowed the distance between the two.

In the distance ahead, on the edge of a swamp, that weird man, after running away for a while, the aura on his body showed obvious signs of instability, and he used the soul escape technique, which showed that he consumed a lot of it.

After only a moment of hesitation, this person turned straight and got into the swamp in front of him, and his breath quickly disappeared without a trace.

Time passed quietly, and about 10 minutes later, in the midair of the swamp, the space was distorted, and Ye Fei's figure slowly appeared.

In the night sky, he was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and looked down.

"This person's concealment technique is really weird."

"I actually lost my senses." Ye Fei looked at the swamp below, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

It is impossible for this person to detect him when he used the technique of attracting spirits. The only possibility for the dissipation of the breath at this moment is that this person has used some kind of extremely weird concealment.

In mid-air, Ye Fei was silent for a moment, then looked down at his collar.

"Xuan'er, feel it." Ye Fei whispered softly, and a voice transmission of spiritual consciousness came out.

The perception of desolate beasts is far superior to that of martial arts. The ancient black snake has always been able to sense places that Ye Fei's spiritual sense could not detect.

(End of this chapter)