Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his original expression of indifference without sadness or joy was replaced by joy.

It was as if he hadn't experienced a life-and-death fight just now, but nothing had happened.

The aura of the wood attribute represents endless vitality.

This harvest even made him more excited than the 20000 merit and platinum treasure chest he got.

In the past, although he had tempered his liver, he possessed a vitality far exceeding that of ordinary people.

However, compared with the vitality provided by the wood attribute aura, there is still a world of difference.

"Mr. Ye?"

Seeing that the tree demon was completely silent, Zhuge Feng brought Zhuge Yang and Master Wang over cautiously.

Ye Fan slightly opened his eyes, looked at the three people in a state of embarrassment, and his thoughts moved slightly, and the three true energy sank into the eyebrows of the three without a movement.

Three strands of true energy flowed in the bodies of the three of them, healing their injuries instantly.

Especially Boss Wang, who was originally a bad old man buried half of his body in the loess. He had just gone through a life-and-death fight, and his vitality was seriously injured. Even after returning, there is not much time left.

But after Ye Fan's true energy cleanses his body, at least he can live for a few more years and have a healthier body.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye."

Master Wang and Zhuge Yang didn't know why, and didn't notice any changes.

However, Zhuge Feng knew the value of this true energy, it could be called a priceless treasure.

He hurriedly bowed his hands to thank Ye Fan: "This time, I, Zhuge Feng, owe Mr. a huge favor."

The grace of saving lives is far more important than anything else.

Not to mention that Ye Fan gave him a piece of true energy, which will be of great benefit to his future cultivation.

Ye Fan waved his hand, and said slowly: "I have gained a lot from the scroll space this time, so I can't say thank you."

"If there's nothing wrong, let's leave."

Zhuge Yang nodded impatiently, he was already scared out of his wits and eager to get out of this weird place.

But Master Wang hesitated to speak, as if he had something to say.

Ye Fan glanced at him, knowing his thoughts, pondered for a moment, and sighed helplessly: "Master Wang, you want to open it!"

The dried corpses hanging on the tree demon before were all from the Wang family, so Master Wang must have recognized it.

They have all become mummies, and Da Luo Jinxian may not be able to rescue them.

Mirty tears flickered in Master Wang's eyes. Fortunately, he was already mentally prepared, otherwise he would have been crushed by now.

He endured the pain, and bowed his hands to Ye Fan: "Thank you, Mr. Ye... Immortal Ye, for avenging the wronged souls of the Wang family."

"It doesn't have to be like this, killing demons and demons is my classification."

Ye Fan spoke softly, then looked up at the sky.

After pondering for a while, he pinched the sword formula, and the true essence erupted from his fingertips, turning into blue and blue rays of light and soaring upwards.

The light illuminates the entire night sky, dispels the darkness, and condenses into an air sword in the void.

"break!"

With a tearing sound, the Qi sword slashed down, and a black hole was torn apart in the sky.

Along this crack, one can faintly see the stars and bright moon behind the black hole.

"break!"

Ye Fan kept waving his hands, and the air sword crisscrossed the void, tearing the surrounding space into cracks.

Chapter 546 The world of mortals mourns, the Temple of Yin-Yang!

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

With the last sword slashing down, there seemed to be heaven and earth mourning and mourning above the sky.

The picture scroll world shattered at this moment, as if the mirror separating the two worlds was shattered by him.

"what!"

In the dim room, with the flickering candlelight, Zhuge Yang let out a scream, opened his eyes suddenly, and jumped up from the chair.

The moment the picture scroll world shattered, he felt a sense of weightlessness, as if falling into an endless abyss, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, nothing changed in the room.

There was a faint breeze blowing into the room through the crack of the door, blowing the orange-red candle light left and right.

Ye Fan was still sitting in the original position, holding the sword formula with both hands.

Zhuge Feng sat on the chair, fine beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Nightmare?"

Zhuge Yang murmured in a low voice with lingering fear.