The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 985
"Junior Sister Gong, now that there are ancient runes to solidify the formation, we can refine the half-life spirit as soon as possible, and maybe we can really escape the catastrophe." At this moment, the gloom in Fan Feng's eyes has long since disappeared.

In the concave valley basin, the large barrier in midair erupted with powerful light.

Without any hesitation, the three disciples of the Lingyu Sect blended into the formation, and the exercises in their bodies began to operate.

At this time, Gong Susu's face could not help showing complex expressions. After crossing her knees and concentrating, she couldn't help but opened her eyes and looked up into the air.

"What... does he want to do?" Gong Susu whispered softly.

But at this moment, in mid-air, Ye Fei's aura continued to rise.

Above the big formation, the original gap has been repaired by the ancient rune formation, but this formation has been controlled by Ye Fei, and he can step out of the formation with just a thought.

In the sky, Ye Fei was holding an ice sword, and he was alone outside the formation, facing a sea of ​​beasts attacking him, without any fear.

In the formation below, apart from Gong Susu's accident, Fan Feng and another disciple at the moment paid attention to the situation above, and couldn't help showing shock on their faces.

"The sea of ​​beasts is beyond human power. This person..."

"That aura is hard to imagine, this Ye Fei was born in a martial arts family!"

"..."

Fan Feng's complexion changed slightly, he raised his head and looked upwards, his eyes were a little reluctant to look away at this moment.

Even that disciple of the Ling Yu Sect who had been silent all this time raised his head to look into the air, his eyes showed reverence unconsciously.

Outside the formation above, in the sky, a red glow flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and the power of Qi and blood that he hadn't mobilized for a long time had been filled with his whole body.

"Return Xuan'er."

"Otherwise, kill all of you!"

The indifferent expression and the piercingly cold voice echoed in the air at this moment.

He didn't know what the so-called master of the tomb was, but since he was the master of this place, the massacre of these beast spirits would definitely attract the attention of that thing, and this disregard was what Ye Fei wanted to see.

"Ho Ho!" In the middle of the sky ahead, black clouds covered the sky.

Those roars made the surrounding air tremble, as if responding to Ye Fei's words.

In mid-air, Ye Fei's eyes turned cold, and the spiritual power in his body skyrocketed.

"Thunder Realm, God of Suppression."

"Ice Realm, Feng Ling."

"Blue fire, burn the sky."

Raising his hand, the power of the three realms came out together.

The Thunder Dragon tattoo on his body burst out with golden light, and a phantom rose from behind him, soaring into the sky and going up in response to the situation, it can be said to go straight to the sky, blending into the thunder curtain in the sky above.

"Xianbing, now, crush them."

Ye Fei flipped his hand, and the Red Immortal Bamboo Flute appeared in his palm.

Xuan'er was taken away, and the anger in his heart had been completely ignited. As Ye Fei said before, he didn't mind destroying this place, and he didn't mind destroying the spirits and beasts here.

At this moment, above the formation, in mid-air, the aura of the young man holding the ice sword has almost exploded to the extreme.

"Burning blood, condense it for Ye Mou." Ye Fei gave a low voice, and blood flowed all over his body.

The strength of his body was greatly strengthened in an instant under the blessing of the burning blood technique. This technique can keep Ye Fei's body in its current state.

The ice sword uttered a sword cry, as if it also felt the master's anger, and the breath of ice on the sword exploded crazily.

At this moment, in mid-air, Ye Fei laughed wildly, with a streamer of light on his body, without any hesitation, he directly dodged towards the black cloud that almost covered the sky and the sun in front of him.

"Huhou..." The roar of the beast spirit also resounded through the world.

In an instant, hundreds of spirit beast remnants, under the black cloud, turned into their own form. Although it looked a little illusory, the aura of each spirit beast remnant was extremely astonishing.

Under the dark clouds, the sea of ​​spirit mounds and beasts has really taken shape at this moment.

Tens of thousands of beasts attacked, with the momentum like wind and clouds, roaring, roaring, and rushed towards the human being in front of them madly.

"The sea of ​​beasts, the real sea of ​​beasts!"

"That Patriarch Ye, if he can't resist, our lives will be lost."

In the formation below, Fan Feng's body trembled slightly at the moment. He knew that the sea of ​​beasts here was extremely terrifying, but he never thought that the gathering of beast spirits and remnants could erupt such an astonishing momentum.

"He...should win."

Beside the formation, the expression on Gong Susu's face at the moment seemed to be a little uncertain, and the light in his eyes trembled slightly.

With the strength of one person, facing the sea of ​​beasts in the spirit tomb, without the slightest fear, holding a sword to fight against the sky, this kind of courage, if any woman sees it, her heart will tremble endlessly.

As a member of the Lingyu Sect, Gong Susu is a young generation of arrogance, although she is always high and proud in the sect, at this moment, the young man above made her feel moved.

At the top of the formation, Ye Fei at this time has already rushed into the sea of ​​beasts.

His figure brought out several afterimages. Every time the sword fell, a piece of heaven and earth could be seen in his sight, which was directly frozen by the power of ice.

"Boom, boom!" In the thunder curtain, the inextinguishable thunder came crashing down.

The residual consciousness of the spirit beast is constantly dying, collapsing, and finally dissipating between the heaven and the earth at an extremely fast speed.

Blue flames swept across Ye Fei's body, the ice sword in his hand didn't stop for a moment, the red light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the momentum on his body continued to rise.

One by one spirit beasts with remnants of consciousness, perish and fall under the sword.

With the power of the three realms and the cooperation of the immortal soldiers, Ye Fei at this moment is like an incarnate butcher, and the murderous aura around him can almost disperse the remnant spirit.

The black cloud approached, and the sea of ​​beasts swept up.

But in mid-air, that young man's figure is still shining, shuttling and killing.

"too strong!"

"The rumors in the martial arts world seem to be absolutely true. Compared to the rumors, this person is only stronger than weaker."

"Before I wait, I still want to fight this person..."

In the big formation below, while Fan Feng's face showed shock at the moment, he was terrified for a while.

At this moment, in mid-air, the head of the Ye family suppressed the sea of ​​beasts in the spirit tomb almost by himself. The scene was so shocking that the three people below couldn't calm down for a long time.

At the top of the formation, Ye Fei laughed loudly, and his spiritual power melted into his right arm.

"Cut!" Only a low shout was heard.

As soon as the words fell, a huge ice-bladed sword shadow cut through the sky and pointed straight at the black cloud ahead.

Under the suppression of the power of the boundary veins, not a single spirit beast with a remnant consciousness can step forward to resist at this moment.

"Whistling..."

The cold wind swept across the sky and the earth, bringing with it the extremely cold icicles that would not melt, and forcibly opened a gap in the black cloud in front of it, and the condensed breath in it slowly collapsed.

All around the beast spirits, the sound of wailing came out.

With the collapse of the black cloud, the sea of ​​beasts slowly dissipated, and there was still coercion sweeping across the sky, but it was obviously not fearful.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

"Wait for Ye Mou to find you in person..." In mid-air, Ye Fei raised his head and looked forward, his eyes showed a decisive color.

In this land of spirit tombs, apart from the Skeleton Basin, there is also a primeval jungle thousands of miles ahead.

If Ye Fei guessed correctly, the master of the tomb should be hiding inside.

With the dissipation of the black cloud, the concave valley basin quickly returned to calm. Ye Fei's breath subsided, and his figure fell into the big formation.

At this time, the aura of the remaining three disciples of the Lingyu Sect all froze at the same time, and almost at the same moment, an illusory animal shadow rose from behind.

After only a moment, the animal shadow disappeared, and all three of them showed joy on their faces.

"Thank you Patriarch Ye, I am very grateful for this matter." Fan Feng stepped forward at this moment, and then raised his hands and fists towards Ye Fei.

Gong Susu, as well as the other second-generation disciple, also hurriedly raised their hands and clasped their fists.

Obviously, all of them have successfully condensed the companion spirits. Although their own realm has not changed in any way, with the companion spirits, their combat power will skyrocket.

"It's just a transaction."

"After you go back, tell Mr. Hu Jin that if something happens to Xuan'er, Ye will definitely destroy this space." Ye Fei looked indifferently, glanced at the three people in front of him and said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the three people in front of them trembled, and their faces showed thoughtful expressions at the same time, but they dared not say more at the moment.

Ye Fei in front, after speaking, withdrew his gaze, ignored the three people, but turned around and walked forward.

In the concave valley basin, not far ahead, that lonely figure has gradually drifted away and gradually disappeared in the eyes of the three second-generation disciples of Lingyumen.

In mid-air, a spiritual light flickered, and the large formation dissipated and collapsed in an instant as Ye Fei left.

After being stunned for a while, Fan Feng and the others slowly came back to their senses.

"Senior Brother Fan, who is Xuan'er?" Gong Susu's eyes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously asked softly.

When Fan Feng heard this, he couldn't help locking his hands tightly.

He could vaguely guess that what Patriarch Ye said should be related to their chance encounter with the Lord of the Tomb before, but the three of them were not very clear about the specific situation.

"The accompanying spirit, we have already obtained it."

"Hurry up and go back to the mountain gate, and report the matter here to the ancestors. Other matters have nothing to do with us." After a moment of silence, Fan Feng said in a low voice.

Obviously, something must have happened in the land of the spirit tomb.

But judging from the situation just now, with their combat power, it is meaningless to stay here. This is something that they cannot interfere with.

"Well, that's fine." Although Gong Susu was a little reluctant and left so easily, they had no choice at this moment.

In the depths of the basin, it is rumored that it is the place where the ancestors of the Lingyumen were enshrined, and disciples like them are not qualified to step into it.

After all, the three of them looked at each other, and then stopped talking, turned around and followed the route they came here, and began to return the same way. As long as they reached the edge of the basin, they would be able to get in touch with the door.

And Ye Fei, after parting from the Lingyumen, his figure was under the dark sky, with a burst of light, pointing directly at the primitive jungle in the distance.

Thousands of miles away, but half a moment is enough to cross. On the horizon in the distance, the strange jungle soon fell into Ye Fei's sight. .

(End of this chapter)