The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 804 Mu Feng's Identity

"Qingtong, play a song." Ye Fei looked calm, and at the same time he spoke, he moved to sit in front of the stone table.

At the same time, the undulating sound of the piano floated under the ancient tree, with a bit of ethereal sadness, which moved people's faces.

In front of the stone table under the tree, Mu Feng laughed loudly, casually picked up the jug on the table, put it down to his mouth and took a swig.

"Brother Ye, what you saw just now is not all illusory. It just happened thousands of years ago. At that time, this place was just an ordinary mountain tribe."

"And I'm just an ordinary hunter." Mu Feng's eyes showed reminiscence, and the expression on his face revealed an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

Ye Fei frowned slightly when he heard that, so the person in front of him must have lived for thousands of years.

This is obviously impossible, unless the strength of this wood wind has reached the legendary realm of true immortality, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to go beyond the ninety-nine rules, even if the strong man who has survived the nine-fold heavenly calamity, his lifespan is only millennium.

Unless one realizes the way of the true immortal and achieves an immortal body, one can live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

"Are you a soul cultivator?" Ye Fei asked with a flicker of eyes.

He doesn't understand the way of cultivating the soul. Maybe there is something strange about it, which can break through the limit of ninety-nine extremes.

"I... am a soul slave."

"There are no soul cultivators, Penglai ancient cultivators are all soul slaves." Mu Feng smiled bitterly, raised the jug and took another big sip, his eyes full of helplessness.

Beside the stone table, Ye Fei's heart trembled, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

If it is true as the person in front of him said, there are no soul cultivators in this world, and all the soul cultivators in this space are strong soul slaves, then who is the master of these soul slaves?
Since there are slaves, there must be masters.

But since stepping into the second floor of the Tiangong treasure house, Ye Fei walked all the way, except for seeing soul cultivators with different strengths, he didn't notice other different forces.

Except for these outsiders, there are only soul slaves here, and it seems that there is no owner at all.

"What you saw just now is the memory of the ancient Jianmu. I used the power of the ancient wood to heal your injury, which made you fall into the illusion." After a moment of silence, Mu Feng said again.

When Ye Fei heard the words, he finally realized that the injuries on his body had already healed at some point.

The spiritual power in his body is majestic, and it seems that he has become more refined in a vague way. As long as he is given a little time, it is obviously only a matter of time before he enters the late stage of Nascent Soul.

"Thank you." Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, then raised his hand and said.

Mu Feng just laughed lightly, then waved his hand lightly and said: "It's a little effort, it's not that Mu has no plans, I want to make a deal with you."

In front of the stone table, Mu Feng took a deep look at Ye Fei at this time, the smile on his face remained the same, almost unchanged.

When Ye Fei heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes at the same time, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"deal."

"Before that, you should tell Ye Mou who you are." Ye Fei didn't agree, but asked rhetorically.

The strength of the person in front of him is unfathomable. Even Ye Fei, who is in his heyday, can't see through the wood wind. Whether it is a soul cultivator or a real monk, it can be seen that his strength is far superior to Ye Fei.

The second floor of Tiangong Treasure House is roughly divided into four main cities according to the information obtained before.

They are wind, fire, water, earth, and the four cities. These four city masters are ruled by the four soul emperors. They have been fighting for many years, and the people in front of them are at least at the level of soul emperors. Except for Fengcheng, they must be One of the remaining three main cities.

"My name is Mu Feng."

"It's what you call the Soul Emperor, but I don't belong to the four main cities. This tribe is the territory of Mu." Mu Feng said slowly, and raised his finger to point not far ahead.

Looking at the pointed place, the tribe thousands of years ago appeared in the sight of the two of them intact.

Within the tribe, Mu Xi, Wang Feng, and Uncle Wang Jian in Ye Fei's memory, he could feel their aura at this moment.

"The fifth main city..." Ye Fei murmured, and now he understood a little bit.

The strength of this wood wind is at the level of a soul emperor, but it is different from the soul emperors of those major city lords. This person does not seem to like war, but has been quiet in the illusion of ancient Jianmu for many years.

In the tribe not far behind, except for Mu Feng, the rest of them were just remnant spirits, shrouded in Jianmu's spiritual power, and they stayed together, but they died thousands of years ago.

"What do you want Ye to do?" Ye Fei asked after pondering for a while.

Ye Fei is not very clear about what happened thousands of years ago in Penglai Xiandao, but the person in front of him, with the power of a soul emperor and ancient building wood, is willing to be quiet in the dream, which makes him a little moved.

Mu Feng's strength is not weaker than any soul emperor, and with the addition of ancient Jianmu, he can easily occupy one side.

"Your red fairy bamboo flute can pass through the fairy gate."

"I want you to take them away from Penglai. People from my clan don't want to be slaves." Mu Feng looked up at Ye Fei with a serious look on his face, and said in a low voice.

As long as this space is left, one day he will be regarded as a soul slave. This Mufeng is the best example. Even if he owns the ancient building wood, he cannot escape the fate of being a slave.

The dead ghosts, in the second floor of this treasure house, will all walk on that path of no choice as time goes by.

"Brother Ye, to tell the truth, the spiritual power of Jianmu in ancient times is about to be exhausted. By then, all members of my tribe will become soul slaves." Mu Feng sighed secretly, and said again.

Ye Fei heard the words, glanced at the person in front of him, and then nodded slightly.

"It's not difficult."

"However, you must know what Ye wants." Ye Fei took a deep look at the person in front of him, and then responded in a low voice.

He entered this place in order to obtain the source of longevity, and Lan Fei was still waiting for him to awaken it. As for what happened thousands of years ago in Penglai, Ye Fei really didn't bother to care.

As long as he got the source of longevity, he would hardly hesitate and would choose to leave this place directly.

"Mu understands."

"I don't have the source of longevity, nor do the four great soul emperor city masters of Penglai. Such heaven-defying things are not something that mortals can touch. In my memory, for thousands of years, only one person has obtained them. Pass this treasure."

Mu Feng looked calm, and after glancing at Ye Fei, he spoke slowly.

"What you are talking about is Daoqing in front of the fairy gate." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but think of the old man who told him that the stars were changing and gave him the red fairy bamboo flute.

The strength of that Dao Qing is probably far greater than that of the City Lord of the Soul Emperor in this space. It is even very possible that this person is the only one who survived the Penglai catastrophe thousands of years ago.

Such a strong person is almost no different from a real immortal, and how strong it is is beyond Ye Fei's guess.

"Well, it is Daoqing Xianjun. On the red fairy flute in your hand, I can feel the breath of Xianjun, which proves that he is still alive."

"You put my people into the bamboo flute. After you leave this place, you can use the bamboo flute as a medium to bring the remnants of my clan out of Penglai, but this fairy treasure of the bamboo flute will also be damaged." Mu Feng didn't hide anything, directly Responded.

To put it simply, Ye Fei can take these remnant spirits out, but the price is the red fairy bamboo flute in his hand.

In front of the stone table, Ye Fei fell silent for a while after listening to it. He would not leave this place until he got the source of longevity, and Daoqing did not expressly say that he would give the red fairy bamboo flute to him.

Maybe after finding the person this person is looking for, the Red Immortal Bamboo Flute will be taken away by the other party.

"Let Ye think about this matter."

"As far as I know, outsiders like me, with more than [-] merit points, can get a source of longevity. Is this true or not?" Ye Fei asked after thinking for a moment.

If there is no source of longevity in the hands of the Soul Emperor, it is almost meaningless for the people in the Yinmen to fall under his command.

In it, there must be some secrets that even Meng Yuan and others don't know very well.

"It's fake, the meritorious service has exceeded [-] points, and all you get in exchange is a slave soul seal."

"Otherwise, how could those strong people who have surpassed the realm of the gods not enter Penglai. Chinese martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years. Although Penglai was destroyed, there are still many descendants in the world who have risen over the years."

Mu Feng chuckled and spoke directly.

Ye Fei's complexion couldn't help changing slightly when he heard the words. Until this moment, he suddenly discovered that he still knew very little about the martial arts world.

In the Chinese martial arts world, the three top hidden sects, Meng Yuan, Yue Chen and others seem to have stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, but thinking about the thousand-year inheritance of the martial arts world, how could it be possible that there is no strong man who has surpassed the realm of the gods.

And these people, apart from the limitation of longevity, many of them must still survive in the world.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fei couldn't help shaking his head slightly, temporarily forgetting these things, and now he cares most about the source of longevity.

"Mu Feng, since the Immortal Daoqing once obtained the source of longevity, it must be the existence of this treasure."

"I hope Brother Mu will tell you the truth. Ye will definitely keep his promise and take your people away from here." Ye Fei showed a serious look on his face at the same time, and raised his hand to the person in front of him.

No matter how much the price is, Ye Fei, the source of longevity, is bound to win.

Under the ancient tree, in front of the stone table, Mu Feng chuckled, grabbed the flagon in his hand and took a sip.

"It is said that in the middle of Penglai, in the far east, there is an immortal bridge, and the source of longevity is located at the end of the immortal bridge." Mu Feng put down the wine pot, looked up at Ye Fei, his voice was very flat.

Beside the stone table in front, Ye Fei's face suddenly showed excitement when he heard this.

In this way, he only needs to find the Immortal Bridge to find the Source of Longevity, and then Lan Fei will wake up. It is impossible for the Daoqing Immortal Monarch outside the Immortal Gate to deceive him about this matter.

"Where is the land of the extreme east, I hope Brother Mu will tell you." Ye Fei stood up at this time, feeling a little uncontrollable in his heart, and wanted to leave to search.

(End of this chapter)