The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 1105 Feng Jiuyu

In front of the nine-story desolate pagoda, first the light from the second floor was lit up, and then all the lights up to the ninth floor were lit up. It took only half a moment. The speed was so fast that it somewhat refreshed everyone's worldview.

"how can that be!"

"Could it be that the secret of becoming an immortal will eventually fall into the hands of a junior in the divine realm..."

"..."

For a while, in front of the barren tower, the expressions on the faces of those old monsters in the Tribulation Realm were different. Everyone couldn't help secretly thinking about what they could do after Ye Fei came out.

With Fu Cangtian here, it is definitely impossible to rob, but it is not impossible to win over.

Wu Xiu, who has mastered the secret of becoming an immortal, once successfully wooed, the benefits are self-evident.

"Senior Ding, the two of us will join in this matter!" Behind the right side of the barren tower, beside Ding Yin, the two Martial Cultivators of First Level Tribulation Realm, were completely shocked by the scene in front of the stele.

Almost without much hesitation, he spoke directly.

"Very good." Ding Yin smiled, and an imperceptible gloom flashed across his face.

At the same time, inside the nine-story desolate pagoda, Ye Fei was stepping into the ninth floor, and the inheritance technique in the sea of ​​knowledge had changed from the original technique of fiefdom to nine powerful secret techniques.

Sealing the land, banning space, locking the gods, breaking consciousness, destroying souls, seizing souls, turning the wheel, and destroying life are all combined into one finger, which is called the one finger of divine envoy.

Being able to hide in the barren tower, it can be seen that Tianhong became famous back then.

On the ninth floor, it is no longer the Xumi space, but a dim hall, with nine faint oil lamps flickering on the bronze walls around it. In the center of the hall, there is an altar, and behind it is A huge black gate is visible.

"Here is the ninth floor." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, looking around at the moment.

In this barren tower, there is nothing else except the finger of the envoy.

He originally thought that within the ninth floor, there would be a remnant spirit of Tianhong's body, but now he saw that there was nothing there, but the black door in front made Dao slightly familiar.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei walked forward, wanting to take a closer look at the altar in front of him and the black gate in the distance.

"This altar has been abandoned, and most of the ancient runes and seals on it have been weathered." In the nine-story hall, Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the stone platform in front of him.

Because of the long time, the power of the runes could not be checked, so he was unable to analyze the function of this altar.

"The black door, it seems..." At this moment, Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and the expression on his face became a little more serious.

In the depths of the main hall, on the black gate, there is also the breath of time, but the spell-printed runes on it are still clearly visible, which is exactly the kind of strangeness that Ye Fei saw when he was in Penglai and the Dharma King's Hall. black door.

Rumor has it that this gate is where the gap between the two worlds lies.

As for whether it is true or not, Ye Fei is not sure, but he knows that the black door in front of him is undoubtedly related to the real world.

"God envoy Ye Fei, come forward and listen to the letter." At this moment, a slender and cold voice came from inside the hall.

Ye Fei couldn't help but startled when he heard that. When he entered the ninth floor, his spiritual consciousness was in a state of sweeping. He didn't find any other people here before, and there was no fluctuation of the residual spirit.

But at this moment, as the voice came, he still hadn't sensed the breath of the owner of the voice.

"Who are you?" Ye Fei had a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and then said in a low voice.

After the words fell, it could be seen that a strange blue light suddenly appeared on the originally dilapidated altar, and a projection of a human figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a woman in Tsing Yi with waist-length hair and a cold and delicate face.

In the center of the altar, her figure gradually became clear, with no expression on her face, and a unique aura about her body, as if she was not stained by a speck of dust. At the same time, a strong spiritual pressure engulfed the hall.

Projection, not residual spirit.

The person who appeared in front of him was his real body, but he had set up a seal of spiritual consciousness here, so that he could condense the projection of spiritual consciousness without coming here in person.

"Shenyu Wonderland, my name is Feng Jiuyu."

"You inherit the finger of the envoy of the gods, and from today on you will be the No. 13 envoy of the fairyland. I will take your soul, and you must come to the fairyland of the gods to worship every hundred years, otherwise the gods will be damaged and the dao will disappear."

On the altar in front, the woman's voice, although very indifferent, was extremely gentle when it came to people's ears.

Under that huge coercive force, Ye Fei's figure couldn't move at all at this moment. While he was surprised in his heart, his face was also full of doubts.

"Wait a minute!" Inside the hall, Ye Feiqiang yelled under the terrifying spiritual pressure.

This pressure was so strong that he had never seen it before, and it was extremely unbearable to be able to speak at this moment.

Moreover, Ye Fei's spiritual consciousness seemed to be cut off by the person in front of him, he couldn't sense the ancient black snake, and even the immortal treasure ice sword in his body seemed to be completely sealed at this moment.

On the altar, Feng Jiuyu slowly lowered her head, her gaze fell on Ye Fei.

"Do you have any questions?" Her voice came quickly.

Not far ahead, Ye Fei's expression was unavoidably ugly at the moment. All this happened so quickly that he was not given a chance to react. The person in front of him seemed to want to take away a strand of his soul.

Under the spiritual pressure of this woman, he couldn't resist, but it was undoubtedly unacceptable for him to be deprived of a ray of soul for no apparent reason.

"No matter who you are, Ye Mou's soul cannot be given to you." Ye Fei is too lazy to think too much at the moment, the most important thing now is undoubtedly his own soul.

Once a thread is stripped off by the person in front of him, the consequences are self-evident.

"To become an envoy, you must surrender a wisp of spirit."

"Ye Fei, as a person from the Void Realm, you have this ray of soul that is controlled by the Demon Soul Sect of the Origin Realm. The soul I want is not to take it from you, but to help you regain it. s things."

On the altar, the woman in Tsing Yi seemed to be very patient, and at this moment she slowly opened her mouth and explained to Ye Fei.

"Is there a difference?" Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at the person in front of him.

The Demon Soul Sect is still the god's realm and fairyland in the mouth, and in the end he has to restrict his soul and put it in the Demon Soul Sect. He will have the opportunity to retrieve it himself in the future.

"It doesn't matter, but it's your own choice."

"Next, spread your mind. It's useless for you to resist. You are not my opponent now." The woman in Tsing Yi in front said slowly.

After she finished speaking, the coercive power in the air around her instantly increased several times.

In front of Ye Fei, the expression on his face could not help changing slightly.

"Wait, who was the last envoy?" Ye Fei immediately asked again.

"No. 12 God envoy, Dongzhou Tianhong, Dao was lost 300 years ago." The woman in Tsing Yi in front responded without too much hesitation.

On the altar, the force of coercion became stronger and stronger.

Not far ahead, Ye Fei could already feel that there was a strange force extending along his spirit and then blending into the heaven and earth, and he never felt that there was anything lacking in his body.

But as that strange force dissipated, his spirit couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Wait a minute, Ye Mou is not interested in envoys, seniors should choose someone else." Ye Fei's mind was concentrated at this moment, and then he quickly said.

Compared with the weirdness of the person in front of him, he hopes that his ray of divine soul will be stored in the Demon Soul Sect, so that when he enters the source world in the future, he only needs to step into this sect.

As for the fairy crystal in the God Realm mentioned by the woman in front of him, Ye Fei has a feeling that it is more terrifying than the three ancient sects of the source world.

"You inherit the finger of the envoy, and you are a person in the fairyland. I said that this is your own choice." Feng Jiuyu concentrated the magic formula in his palm, and then raised his hand to point to the person in front of him.

When Ye Fei heard this, he couldn't help cursing inwardly.

This nine-story desolate pagoda is undoubtedly a huge hole left by Tianhong back then. There is no inheritance here. This is obviously a shackle, and it still cannot be easily removed.

"The matter has come to this, Ye can only accept it."

"But I want to know, the right to choose No.14 as an envoy is in my hands?" Ye Fei couldn't help asking again after he was sure he couldn't resist.

This matter is not unsolvable, he just needs to find someone at random and pass on the position of this envoy.

On the altar in front, Feng Jiuyu nodded slightly after hearing the words.

"Yes, but you can only wait until your morals are damaged." Feng Jiuyu responded quickly, and at the same time slowly withdrew her arm.

It can be seen that in front of her, there is a ray of spirit concentrated in her palm. Ye Fei instantly felt a familiar aura coming from it, but it finally dissipated slowly, and it was unknown where this woman hid.

"You..." Ye Fei's eyes turned cold, and an indifference appeared on his face.

At this moment, he watched helplessly that his ray of divine soul power was taken away by others, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved in his heart at this moment.

It's just that the strength of this woman in Tsing Yi is far beyond Ye Fei's imagination. When encountering the projection of spiritual consciousness, she can burst out such a terrifying spiritual pressure. This woman's body is probably at least as high as the eighth heaven of robbery.

"Ye Fei, remember, worship for a hundred years, otherwise the gods will be destroyed and the Tao will disappear." Feng Jiuyu seemed to have a glimmer of light in his eyes at this moment, and then he took a deep look at the person in front of him.

Her figure began to slowly become blurred the next moment.

With almost no chance for Ye Fei to speak again, Feng Jiuyu's figure on the altar in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the coercive power around him disappeared without a trace at the same time.

"Wait a minute, God's Domain Wonderland, where is it?" After Ye Fei regained his figure, he would speak loudly.

He had never heard of this place, even when he was in the dream world, it was extremely strange, and there was no record in Tianhong's memory.

If within a hundred years, he couldn't find this place at all, then he would be extremely wronged.

(End of this chapter)