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Jin Zhenhai shook his head and insisted on sending Ye Feng away.

"That's the crux of the matter!"

Ye Feng said decisively, "If I leave alone, I will be in danger of being assassinated by the Demon Soul Clan, but the master of the pavilion arranged for the gods to send me away. Isn't this a cover-up?"

As soon as Ye Feng said this, he didn't need to explain it too clearly. Jin Zhenhai and the gods thought of the key to the problem, and their expressions became very ugly.

Ye Feng would definitely be assassinated if he left alone, but arranging a divine guard to send him off would make the Demon Soul Clan suspicious.

The Demon Pavilion has the Ten Thousand Demons Refining Formation, which is impregnable. Ye Feng is the safest if he stays in the Demon Pavilion.

Why arrange for the gods to send him away?

Doesn't this make it clear to others that something is wrong with the Demon Pavilion?

The Demon Soul Clan are not fools. If they discover this, they will definitely come to test it. The Ten Thousand Demons Refining Formation was destroyed by the high priest and cannot withstand inspection. You will know it once you try it.

At that time, big trouble will come, and we must be on guard against it.

What's more, even if the gods are arranged to send Ye Feng away, the Demon Soul Clan will still have other gods take action.

"Instead of taking risks, it is better to wait and see what happens. Now we can only take a gamble. Bet that they dare not take action, and bet that the high priest can solve the problem of the technique."

Ye Feng's eyes flashed and he said calmly.

"I am confused."

Jin Zhenhai sighed, feeling a little ashamed.

He didn't expect this. Without Ye Feng's reminder, something might have happened because of his decision.

At this time, Jin Zhenhai and the gods looked at Ye Feng with more attention.

In their eyes before, Ye Feng was just a junior with extraordinary potential, and they should focus on cultivating and protecting him.

But now, the wisdom shown by Ye Feng made them identify with the former.

This junior not only has extraordinary potential and bloodline, but also has extraordinary intelligence. He is a being who needs to be treated with peace of mind.

Jin Zhenhai paused and then said: "In that case, let's follow what Mr. Shen Feng said. You will stay in the Demon Pavilion for the time being, but if the Demon Soul Clan attacks, I will arrange for someone to send you away as soon as possible. I hope you won’t refuse.”

"Yes, if something happens, Shen Feng will follow the arrangements of the Pavilion Master."

Ye Feng nodded slightly, then said goodbye and left the Ten Thousand Demons Hall.

Jin Zhenhai and Code of the Gods stayed to discuss other issues.

What they were talking about had nothing to do with Ye Feng. After all, in the battle between the Demon Soul Tribe and the Demon Pavilion, Ye Feng, a third-level Holy Realm man, could not intervene.

For the next few days, Ye Feng was immersed in Tibet. Now he could only hope that the high priest would heal himself. He had no other choice but to wait.

Looking through the ancient books in his hand, Ye Feng felt a little absent-minded.

He had a lot of worries. If the high priest couldn't solve his obsession for a long time, or if he couldn't get rid of it in this life, would he have to wait forever?

"Except for the high priest, is there anyone who can help me find Hua Ling..."

Ye Feng pondered in his heart. He knew that the high priest could find Hua Ling because he learned the news from Mo Changfeng.

It seems that I need to find an opportunity to contact people from the Taichu Chamber of Commerce and consult with Mo Changfeng.

One cannot hang from a tree.

What's more, there is also the hidden danger of the Demon Soul Clan, which is a huge danger.

Even if Ye Feng enters the Demon Pavilion, he is not from the Demon Clan.

He doesn't care at all if the upper echelons of the demon clan fight life or death. If it wasn't for the high priest, he would leave as soon as possible.

Ye Feng was thinking about things and unconsciously turning the pages of the book with his fingers. Suddenly, he felt a different kind of touch and looked down at the ancient book.

This ancient book is called the Records of the Holy Clan. The demon clan calls themselves the Holy Clan, and their capital is therefore named the Holy City.

What is recorded in the ancient books is the history of the Monster Clan, its rise and fall, and the major figures of the Monster Clan.

The page I turned to now was about the Demon Lord, an invincible existence in the history of the Demon clan.

"The feel of the pages is different, much thicker..."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, rubbed the paper, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly restrained himself.

"There is something."

The unexpected discovery made Ye Feng's heart beat wildly. This ancient book had a high status in the Demon Pavilion, and ordinary geniuses could not read it. Ye Feng relied on his identity as a member of the Shenxiao clan, and it took a long time for Elder Jiaoyuan to get a glimpse of it.

Now, to have something like this hidden within the pages of a book must be extraordinary.

Ye Feng suppressed his restless emotions, calmed his mind, and then rubbed his fingers lightly, and a slight sound came from the pages of the book.

What was originally one page turned into two pages. The thing sandwiched in the paper fell down. It was a piece of jade as thin as a cicada's wing, with a green and crystal clear body.

Ye Feng's breath shortened, and he quickly put away the jade, closed the ancient book, put it back on the bookshelf, turned around and left.

Ye Feng is currently hiding on the fifth floor. Apart from the divine guardian, only he can enter here. Ye Feng is the only one here right now, so there is nothing to worry about.

When leaving Zang, Ye Feng and Elder Jiaoyuan greeted each other. The other party lowered his head to read a book without even raising his head, which calmed down Ye Feng's nervousness.

Returning to the room arranged by Jin Zhenhai, Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After checking the room, he didn't feel like he was being spied on, and then he carefully took out the jade.

The jade is a thin piece, cold to the touch, with winding lines on it, and the lines are connected together to form a strange flower.

This flower has seven petals, each petal is engraved with different runes, and the stamens seem to be burning with blazing fire.

Ye Feng stared for a moment, and felt his eyes burning. The flames in the stamens rose up and rushed towards him!

"not good"

His face changed slightly, Ye Feng raised his hand to block it, but then he found that the jade stone was lying quietly in his hand, and nothing happened.

"illusion?"

Ye Feng frowned and then shook his head. It was not an illusion. It should be the magical nature of this strange flower that would make those who peek into it fall in love.

The next moment, he saw the jade fragments turning into blue smoke and disappearing silently in his palm.

As for the strange flowers carved on the jade, they actually grew and became reality.

The strange flowers are swaying, the Taoist rhyme is flowing, the mysterious and mysterious atmosphere is spreading, and the refreshing floral fragrance is intoxicating.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to react, the strange flower suddenly swayed and rushed directly to Ye Feng's eyebrows.

"boom!"

There was a roar and vibration in his mind, and his soul seemed to have been hit hard with a sledgehammer.

Ye Feng had a splitting headache and fell to the ground. He held his head tightly with both hands and clenched his teeth. A suppressed hoarse cry of pain seeped out from between his teeth.

After a long time, the severe pain in his mind gradually disappeared. He was sweating profusely from the pain, and his back was already soaked, as if he had been caught in a heavy rain.

"what happened?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed. He was only vaguely aware of something passing by.

Looking at the palm of his hand again, the strange flower had long disappeared. Ye Feng's heart sank, and his thoughts sank into his mind. He saw a mysterious, magnificent and magical flower floating in the middle of his mind.

This strange flower is swaying in the void, with tiny roots that are uncertain about reality and reality piercing into the void to absorb nutrients.

The stamens of the strange flower are burning with blazing flames, steaming through the mind and reflecting in all directions.

In the flames, a stone tablet was made of sparks, and the words on the stone tablet lit up.

"This is?"

Looking at the inscription, Ye Feng was greatly shocked. The first line read, "The art of bringing the dead back to life, the magic power of the flower of life and death."