Supreme Medicinal God

Lot 2431

Pashui, who was cutting flower branches in the garden, admired the magnolia flower cultivated by the branch. The full flower branch was like a young girl who was greeted by the wind, and she was icy, clean, and slim.

Suddenly a strange cold struck, the cold wind screamed, the sky was splattered with crystal clear snow, and the temperature plummeted, sweeping down a tree of white and white Suzhen's white magnolia.

And the delicate flowers in the garden, still bright and full just now, in the whistling cold wind, quickly withered and covered with a layer of light snow.

Ba Shui's eyes shrank sharply, and his pupils showed fierce murderousness and anger.

These flowers were transplanted hard from the lord realm, many of them are precious flower seeds, and some flowers were not successfully transplanted once, several times, ten times, dozens of times.

In his thousand years as the warden of the Devil's Water Prison, he spent all his energy and effort to build this flowery hundred garden. I did not expect a storm of ice and snow to destroy his thousand years of effort.

There is a powerful magic energy in the cold, and there is obviously a strong enemy invading.

He dropped his scissors in a blank expression and walked out of the garden.

Gu Yu found that the breath inside Ye Feng's body was an ancient god, and could not help but scream.

"Ancient Protoss, you are..."

Now that his identity was revealed, Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue dissipated their illusions, revealing their true colors. Ye Feng disagreed and said, "What did you call, haven't you seen it?"

Gu Yu was vigilant and asked, "What do you intend to come to Mohei Hell?"

Ye Feng said lightly: "We want to find someone."

Gu Yu didn't believe it, his eyes were like seeing a lunatic, and he was horrified and said, "Find someone and invade our devil, are you afraid of death?"

Ye Feng sneered: "Who says I will die if I come here?"

The Thunder Sword swallowed Han Mang, suspended tightly against Gu Yu's neck.

Gu Yu couldn’t see Ye Feng clutching the hilt of his sword. He could only use Yu Guang to see Jing Lei Jian clinging tightly to himself, which made him feel horrified. The flying sword of Daluo Jinxian, Taiko Shenyuan, once the two perfectly combined, It formed an irresistible killing opportunity.

He felt that his magic core was shrinking sharply, the body of the magic element was surging, and he thought of dozens of ways to escape from the thunder sword, but every idea was rejected by himself when he first appeared in his mind.

I have tried nearly one hundred methods, but there is no way to let myself escape from the gleaming thunder sword.

He was silent, it was a surrender to the strong, a helplessness to the predicament.

Fighting with the demons, the alarm was triggered, and a bell of killing sounded above the magic water prison, ethereal and agitated. It sounded like the ancient temple of silence for thousands of years, and suddenly woke up.

The bells soon spread to a magic hell.

Fei Xue fell quietly, and covered the dark Devil's Hell with a layer of silver makeup.

Some Demon Warriors are lining up to come here, and they look at the sky in surprise: "It's not winter yet, why is it snowing."

"Who do you want to find?"

"Is this a man named Master Without Borders?"

"Is it Dalu Jinxian or a demon race? Or a demon race?"

Seeing each other's confusion, Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue glanced at each other. It seemed that this person had never heard of Master Wujie.

Ye Feng's thought moved, and the Thunder Sword stuck closer. The sharp Han Mang easily cut Gu Yu's neck with a scar, and a purple-black blood oozed out.

Ye Feng coldly said: "Think carefully, Master Wujie, where is he locked, haven't you heard of him?"

Gu Yu felt a pain in his neck, blood came out, and his face was pale and scared. He didn't want to be easily killed like this. He was a person who loved life very much, otherwise he would not be painstakingly embezzled and made money.

He screamed: "Don’t kill me, I have heard of Master Unbounded, of course I have, but I’ve never seen him and I don’t know where he is. I assure you, we have 16,000 prisoners here There is no one in this."

Thinking of the fact that there are four demon prisons in the fifth Demon Realm, known as the Devil Planet, Jiang Yixue continued to ask, "What about other prisons?"

"I don't know about other prisons, I am only responsible for the Moshui Prison?"

Jiang Yixue was in a hurry and asked suspiciously: "Don't you have an Internet connection? No mutual information?"

Gu Yu was puzzled: "What does networking mean?"

Ye Feng smiled and said: "There is no computer here, how do they know to connect?"

The confusion on Gu Yu's face was more intense.

Jiang Yixue was a little embarrassed and forgot that she was in the Devil Realm. She said the term networking, and she kicked Gu Yu a little bit.

"Then do you have a list of prisoners?"

"Of course there is, but it's not with me, it's with the grown-up prisoner."

A sneer sounded: "You want a list of prisoners, I have them here."

A beautiful flower flew up in the sky, delicate and slender, a slender and slender, a cluster of pink petals, with delicate blue stamens flashing in the middle.

The flower bag has not yet fully bloomed, and it is ready to be returned. From the flower stem, it begins with a touch of asymptotic color, and the edge is almost transparent, as if it is a carefully carved crystal, which is pleasing to the eye and breathtaking.

It flew in mid-air, set off a pink red glow, crystal clear, glowing streamer.

Jiang Yixue is a girl, and she likes such crystal and delicate flowers more, and Ye Feng, too, who doesn't love flowers.

But the logistic officer Gu Yu showed a horrified look, his eyes widened, as if he saw not a flower but a murderous weapon.

Ye Feng's aura shield on his left wrist shook violently, and an arc shield shielded him and Jiang Yixue in front of him.

Swish, swish, swish.

The wind screamed, and the pink delicate flowers bloomed from a half-open flower bag at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were "in bloom."

The pink flowers spun rapidly, and dozens of crystal-clear petals detached from the style and blazed away in all directions.

Looking at the petal, it looks like a carefully carved crystal, but it contains infinite power.

Flapping, flapping, flapping.

The pink petals shot like a sharp knife on the aura shield, like a boulder smashing into the pond, splashing waves of energy.

Ye Feng couldn't help tumbling backwards.

Taking a step back, the power on the petals is still like a storm.

Two steps back, the strength is slightly weaker, and the potential is still infinite.

Three steps, four steps.

Ye Feng was slightly surprised, and was actually struck back four steps by the petals of the weak wind.

Although the radiant petals are still glowing with pink waves, they are flamboyant, but in the eyes of Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue, they are not so cute, showing a kind of wicked and evil murderousness.

Each petal contains a supreme demon element, and in the sunlight flashes a terrifying murderous.

One of the petals, melodiously falling, looked extremely slow, suddenly accelerated in mid-air, like long eyes, bypassing the neck of the logistics officer Gu Yu, and hit the Thunder Sword with a heavy blow.

(End of this chapter)