The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 813
"Ye Fei, you are deceiving people too much. Do you really think that the Emperor is afraid of you?" On the border of Tucheng, above a rocky valley, the Pope appeared at this moment, his eyes full of anger.

Behind him, a sword flashed across, and he dodged it.

"Boom!" There was only a muffled sound, and the sword glow slashed across the cliffs of the valley, bursting out with terrifying power.

The Pope glanced at the rocky walls of the valley behind him, and he couldn't help trembling slightly. If the sword fell on him, even if he could resist it, he probably misunderstood that he was seriously injured.

At the same time, Ye Fei's figure suddenly appeared in the midair not far ahead with the flickering of spiritual light.

"Don't run away, take me into Tucheng, Ye Mou can save your life for now." Ye Fei's eyes were calm, the ice sword in his palm flashed coldly, and he said slowly.

Ye Fei is completely ignorant of the situation on the second floor of the treasury among the strong men in the western martial arts world, but the head of the Holy See in front of him must know a lot of secrets.

"Save the emperor's life?"

"Haha, haha, what a big tone, I'm afraid you weren't born when the emperor became famous." The pope's body was filled with whiteness at this moment, as if he had figured it out and no longer chose to run away.

He is the majestic leader of the Western Holy See and a powerhouse in the realm of gods. Now his own strength has already recovered, so there is no reason to be afraid of the person in front of him.

"Soul generals, now." The pope gave a low shout, and five soul slaves at the level of soul generals suddenly appeared in front of him, and the majestic soul power swept across the surroundings.

The five soul generals, together with the Pope's own strength, can almost be said to be equivalent to six powerhouses in the realm of the gods, and the combat power is evident.

In the mid-air ahead, Ye Fei's expression was as usual. Now he does not have a soul general in his hands. It's not that he can't be subdued, but Ye Fei doesn't have much interest in this level of soul slave.

"Ye Fei, the emperor has recovered his strength, you have not come forward to die." The Pope laughed loudly, and the aura on his body erupted at the same time.

At the same time, the five soul generals rushed up, brought out five ghostly lights, and rushed towards Ye Fei.

At this time, Ye Fei didn't move half a step. In his palm, the red fairy flute flashed a red light again, and a figure wearing a ghost mask immediately blocked in front of him.

"Swallow them." Ye Fei didn't say much, but simply whispered.

Soul Emperor Mufeng, his figure flickered accordingly.

I saw it facing straight towards it, and the five soul generals in front of it all took them into his body in the next moment. In front of the soul emperor, even the soul king could kill him in one blow, not to mention the ordinary soul generals. Will.

"How, how is it possible!"

"Could it be the Soul King..." In the midair ahead, the Pope trembled, and subconsciously took two steps back.

At this moment, he has lost contact with the five soul generals, and everything happened in the blink of an eye. This kind of thing has never happened to the Pope since he stepped into the treasury.

"I don't believe you, Ye Fei, take your life." The pope showed a look of reluctance, the power of a powerhouse in the psychic realm exploded to the extreme at this moment.

"Ice Realm, Feng." Ye Fei raised his hand slowly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In the western martial arts world, apart from the one from the monastery, the current Lord of the Holy See is the weakest. He didn't even comprehend the power of the boundary veins in the early stage of his trance, so he would naturally not be Ye Fei's opponent.

In the air ahead, the air became solidified, and the pope's figure was instantly frozen.

"The power of the boundary veins, you, your spiritual power has also recovered?" The Pope's eyes widened at this time, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

On the second floor of this treasury, in order to fully recover his strength, he must at least become the coach of a main city. His strength can be restored, but he has paid a huge price.

Hearing this, Ye Fei smiled lightly, and the spiritual power around him surged out, forming an invisible spiritual pressure in midair.

The oppressive force in the air is constantly impacting the mind of the Lord of the Holy See. It is absolutely impossible for this kind of spiritual strength to be suppressed by martial arts.

"You can continue to attack, Ye Mou will accompany you." Ye Fei looked as usual, glanced ahead and said in a low voice.

The pope in front of him had a flash of eyes at this time, and after he took a deep look at Ye Fei, his face inevitably showed a complicated look.

After a long silence, the pope bit it lightly, then slowly raised his arm, and raised his hand forward and inward.

"Ye Fei, the eastern and western martial arts circles have already made an appointment before entering the treasure house."

"Let's put aside the grievances between the two martial arts worlds for the time being. What do you mean by attacking me at this moment?" The Pope said in a calm voice, staring at Ye Fei in front of him.

His soul will be swallowed, and the other party has the power to understand the boundary veins, and cannot escape. At this time, the lord of the Holy See can only choose to compromise.

Seeing this scene in mid-air, Ye Fei restrained all his spiritual power at the same time, and saw that he quickly made a formula in his palm, and a soul brand was concentrated in his palm.

"Relax your mind, or die." Ye Fei didn't talk nonsense, and there was a coldness in his voice.

Only by planting the imprint of the spirit and soul can he be able to feel at ease with the person in front of him, otherwise Ye Fei doesn't mind and let the lord of the Holy See stay here forever.

"you……"

"You are disregarding the covenant between the martial arts world!" The Pope's eyes showed anger at this time. If he, the dignified lord of the Holy See, is branded by others, once it is spread, it may be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the western martial arts world.

"Covenant?"

"What happened on the first floor of the treasure house, should you explain to Ye Mou from the Western Martial Arts World?" Ye Fei looked forward and said in a deep voice with murderous intent in his eyes.

With the opening of the Tiangong Treasure House this time, in the Western Martial Arts world, basically only the strong will enter.

If it wasn't for Ye Fei being trapped in the formation and entering the second floor a few days later, in the first floor of the treasure house, none of the descendants of the Huaxia Yinmen would survive, not even the members of the Ye family.

"This matter has nothing to do with the Emperor, it's all done by the person in the Dharma King's Hall." The head of the Holy See looked up at Ye Fei and subconsciously responded.

Ye Fei's spiritual power surged all over his body, and his spiritual consciousness locked the person in front of him firmly. At the same time, he said coldly: "Is that so, you, the head of the Holy See, don't know anything about this?"

Ye Fei didn't know much about the mysterious Dharma King Hall.

But before the opening of the treasure house, the major forces in the Western martial arts world must have been notified long ago.

"This..." The Pope was at a loss for words when he heard the words.

In the mid-air in front of him, Ye Fei was too lazy to say anything at this time, and immediately hit the imprint of the soul in his palm, and rushed towards the Pope in front of him.

"I don't want to say what Ye said a second time." Ye Fei's eyes were full of killing intent, and the coldness in his voice made people tremble.

If the lord of the Holy See dared to resist at all, he would kill him without hesitation.

Above the valley, the pope had a distressed look on his face at this moment. After feeling the killing intent on the person in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He could only distract his mind and let the imprint of his soul be planted.

Seeing this situation, Ye Fei's killing intent subsided. The person in front of him is of great use, so it's a pity to kill him like this.

"I have a question to ask you. If you dare to hide it, Ye Mou will keep you from leaving this place alive." After Ye Fei planted the imprint of the soul, his eyes immediately focused on the person in front of him.

At this moment, the Pope only felt a buzzing in his head, and Ye Fei's voice seemed to explode in his skull, carrying a wordless majesty.

"Patriarch Ye, as long as you don't kill me, the emperor will definitely not hide what he knows." The pope said hastily at this moment, he only felt that his own life and death depended on the thought of the person in front of him.

Ye Fei nodded slightly, and immediately withdrew the power of spiritual knowledge, and the buzzing feeling in the head of the person in front slowly dissipated.

"Very well, the patriarch of the blood clan, and that purple-haired demon wind, are they in the main city of Tucheng?" Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, and then asked in a low voice.

The remaining three main cities have already been distributed by Western martial arts experts, and Ye Fei knows nothing about them now.

If he wants to obtain the source of longevity, he must know the situation in the three main cities well. Ye Fei is also a little jealous of the two strong men who are almost at the top of the western martial arts world.

"Tucheng has been controlled by the blood patriarch Dracula."

"The people in the Palace of the Fawang, I heard that they control water, fire, and the other two main cities. The emperor is not very clear about the specifics." After pondering for a while, the head of the Holy See slowly responded.

Ever since he entered the second floor of the treasury, the Holy See has been squeezed out, unable to control a main city at all, and can only be reduced to the command of the blood patriarch in the end.

"Control..."

"Doesn't the main city belong to the Soul Emperor?" Ye Fei's eyes narrowed, and the expression on his face became a little more serious at the same time.

Listening to the meaning of the words of the person in front of him, it seems that the strong in the Western Martial Arts world completely controls the three main cities, otherwise the Lord of the Holy See would not have fallen to this point.

"Hmph, what do you know? The Soul Emperor is also a Soul Slave. I have long known this in the Western Martial Arts world."

"Western martial arts circles' understanding of the treasure house of Tiangong is far from being comparable to that of your Huaxia Yinmen." The pope in front of him spoke again and again, his face could not help showing pride.

When the Huaxia Yinmen powerhouses were still surrendering to the Soul Emperor, their western martial arts world had already begun to plan to control the Soul Emperor and the main city.

Ye Fei nodded slightly after hearing this, but did not refute.

Ye Fei has experienced what happened in the treasure house of Tiangong and the first floor. The purple-haired man in the Dharma King's Palace has a far higher understanding of the treasure house than the Huaxia Yinmen.

"Take me into the main city of Tucheng first, the one from the Blood Race, Ye has not seen him for a long time." After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei raised his head, glanced at the person in front of him and said in a low voice.

If Dracula was the only one, his current combat power could completely suppress him.

"What! You want to enter the main city?" The Pope looked surprised, looking at Ye Fei as if he was looking at a fool.

(End of this chapter)