Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 266
The figure of Qinglong is a hundred feet high, its high head seems to penetrate into the clouds, and its eyes that ignore the common people seem to be the king who dominates everything.

Under Qinglong's gaze, Wang Dong felt a tremor from his soul, and his life soul, Qinglong, almost collapsed.

Although the blue dragon is not weak, it is just an ordinary holy beast. Facing the king of the dragon clan, it naturally has a kind of fear.

The soul of destiny is like the second soul of the monk of destiny, so Wang Dong feels the same way Canglong feels now.

Ye Feng's figure continued to grow taller in his mind, like a huge god, as if a single word could decide his life or death.

The water aura that was lingering around Wang Dong's side lost control in an instant, turned around, and continued to gather towards Ye Feng.

Qinglong is the king of the water.

The surface of Ye Feng's body was covered with a layer of water-attribute armor, and the azure brilliance flowed, giving Ye Feng a mysterious aura out of thin air. His pupils seemed to become as deep as the ocean.

"You..." Wang Dong was so shocked that he was incoherent. Before coming here, he never thought that Ye Feng could suppress him with just his soul.

Ye Feng stepped on the lake, and a huge wave swept up, hitting Wang Dong's body heavily. The huge wave seemed to contain a huge force of ten thousand catties, and directly beat Wang Dong until he vomited blood.

In recent days, Ye Feng has also been trying new ways of cultivation. The wave of water just now was a basic water spell activated by the Qinglong Minghun, and the previous attack with the fusion of various powers and characteristics. The result of Ye Feng's practice in the past few days.

There are many kinds of his cultivation, so he is constantly trying to integrate various methods into one.

The reason why he had such an idea was because Ye Feng knew that he had not joined any sect, so whether it was spells or combat skills, these were the types he could practice over and over again. In terms of the number of spells and combat skills, He has no advantage.

Therefore, he thought of tapping the potential of Fate Soul. The key reason why Destiny monks are different from ordinary monks is Fate Soul.

The Fate Soul can add all kinds of mysterious powers to the Fate Cultivator, and even speed up the speed of cultivation, but is that all?
Ye Feng thinks not, each life soul has its own unique characteristics, for example, Qinglong is the king of water, and Qinglong is naturally proficient in various water attribute spells.

So, after Ye Feng tried again and again, he realized the spell just now. Although the power was not strong, it was of great significance to Ye Feng.

This proves that his idea is correct, a monk can tap the potential of the soul of life and play the role it already has.

To put it more simply, the Fate Soul naturally possesses the most suitable spells and combat skills. It just depends on how the Fate Cultivator who possesses the Fate Soul will develop it.

Due to the limitation of his current vision, Ye Feng didn't know how shocking his idea was. The monks enjoyed all kinds of growth brought by the soul of life, but few people took the initiative to develop the soul of life, let alone like Ye Feng. In this way, spells are directly comprehended from the soul.

This spell was called the water control spell by Ye Feng. As the name suggests, it is a spell that can control water.

Wang Dong looked at Ye Feng, full of horror. During this period of time, he practiced diligently in the Holy Taoist Temple, and his cultivation base has made great progress. Among the core disciples of the Holy Taoist Academy, they can also be counted as above-average level.

Even Zhang Song of the Lingwu Sect and Guo Jin of the Five Elements Sect who had fought against Ye Feng before were not as strong as Wang Dong now.

However, Ye Feng only released a life soul, and suppressed him to such an extent.

"Damn it!" Wang Dong wasn't really an idiot either, and soon he realized that the reason why he was suppressed by Ye Feng was entirely because of his soul. .

"Hmph, so what if the soul of fate is strong, you are just an ant in the spirit wheel realm, even if I don't use the soul of fate, I can crush you." Wang Dong said viciously, and then he took the soul of the blue dragon back into his body.

As soon as Canglong Minghun disappeared, he immediately felt that the pressure from Ye Feng was much less.

Then, Wang Dong took out a long blue sword, and the sword energy poured down like mercury. Ye Feng smiled. He didn't expect Wang Dong's sword skills to be very good.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and the lake surface was surging. In an instant, the lake water condensed endless spears, shot out from the lake surface, and fell towards Wang Dong overwhelmingly.

Not to be outdone, Wang Dong waved his long sword, defending the surrounding airtightly, even though the spear fell down, he couldn't break through his defense.

"Ye Feng! I have stepped into the fourth level of the Spirit Mansion, why do you fight with me!" Wang Dong roared, charged out from the spear surround, and pointed his sword at Ye Feng.

"As idiot as your brother."

Suddenly, the surface of the lake shook violently, and all the water in the lake gathered in the direction of Ye Feng, blending into the phantom of Qinglong.

With the continuous infusion of lake water, the soul of Qinglong seemed to come alive, becoming more and more lifelike. When the lake level dropped by tens of meters, a Baizhang Qinglong condensed from the lake water finally let out a long roar.

Terrifying sound waves vibrated all around, the huge green dragon swooped down, and its extremely sharp claws slapped on Wang Dong's long sword, Wang Dong felt an unrivaled power.

Then, he was hit by the endless current, and in the body of Qinglong, he seemed like an ant that fell into the sea, and there was no room for resistance at all.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and clenched his fist in the air, the water flow turned into chains, tied Wang Dong who was vomiting blood and floated in the air, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless.

"Ye Feng, don't kill me, please don't kill me." Wang Dong made a vague begging for mercy.

"You are very lucky, I am in a good mood today, remember, don't let me see you next time!"

After speaking, Ye Feng waved his hand and threw Wang Dong's body out. As for where he threw it, Ye Feng didn't care.

There is no endless life-and-death hatred between him and Wang Dong, so Ye Feng has no intention of killing him at all. What's more, through this battle, Ye Feng also proved that his thoughts are correct, so he is true. I'm in a good mood.

"What disciples of the Holy Daoist Academy are so vulnerable." Someone said on the shore of the lake. They thought it would be a big battle, but they didn't expect it to be a unilateral crush.

Moreover, it was an unknown boy who crushed the arrogance of a holy temple.

Ye Feng withdrew his power, flew back to the teahouse as if nothing had happened, picked up the cup of tea that he poured out earlier, the cup was still warm.

(End of this chapter)