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A room made of emerald crystals came into Ye Feng's eyes. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

Emerald crystals seem to have the effect of purifying the mind and eliminating distractions.

As soon as he entered the secret room, he felt refreshed and sharp-eyed.

There were still a lot of ashes on the floor of the secret room, but they all exuded a faint fragrance that made people excited and excited.

This was the natural treasure used by the high priest to deal with the inner demon.

He almost exhausted all the treasures in the Demon Pavilion, but failed.

At this time, Jin Zhenhai and the gods sat cross-legged on the bed in the secret room, surrounded the high priest, and suppressed the disordered demonic energy in the high priest's body together.

"What do you need?"

Jin Zhenhai looked at Ye Feng, and a trace of worry flashed in the corner of his eyes.

There were few treasures left in the Demon Pavilion, and he didn't know whether it could meet Ye Feng's needs.

"Nothing."

Ye Feng shook his head, his expression indifferent.

Jin Zhenhai and the gods could not help but frowned.

This kid... is he too confident?

The inner demon is extremely terrifying, but Shen Feng actually despises it so much?

Such an attitude really makes them a little worried.

"This is not a trivial matter, you have to be cautious."

Jin Zhenhai's voice was heavy.

"Naturally."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, his five fingers flashed with golden light, and he slapped the high priest with one palm.

"You!"

It made their eyelids twitch wildly, and they even couldn't help but want to take action.

However, soon, they found that they had misunderstood.

In Ye Feng's palm, there was a mysterious and magical flower, and the stamen of this flower was burning with raging fire.

The flame was very strange and seemed ordinary, but it gave Jin Zhenhai and his group a sense of peace of mind.

It seemed that all the troubles and worries were burned away by the flames, and their hearts were calm.

This strange flower was the flower of life and death. Ye Feng wanted to use the magical power of the flower of life and death to solve the problem of the high priest's obsession.

As the flaming flower of life and death approached, the inner demon in the high priest seemed to sense something and became anxious, pouring out a mighty evil thought.

At this moment, around the high priest, there were strange waves that made people upset, but when the waves touched the strange flower, they were directly annihilated.

"Suppress it for me!"

Ye Feng pressed his palm on the high priest's chest, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the flower of life and death in his mind slowly bloomed, and the flames in the stamens rose to the sky.

At the same time, the flower of life and death in his palm sank into the high priest's body, and appeared in his mind the next moment.

"Boom!"

The flower of life and death took root in the high priest's mind, and in an instant it grew to the extent of covering the sky and the sun, filling the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The raging fire in the stamens swept out, covering the sea of ​​consciousness, and the evil thoughts and miscellaneous thoughts released by the inner demon were burned, melted, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

"You're looking for death!"

At this moment, a roar came from the depths of the high priest's mind, and a hazy figure surrounded by black air and red eyes rushed out.

The clothes and figure of this figure are the same as those of the high priest, but the face is blurred, like a floating mist, swaying constantly, and the red eyes are like two balls of ghost fire, deep and strange.

This figure is in the high priest's mind, but the red eyes seem to penetrate the sea of ​​consciousness and see Ye Feng.

For a moment, Ye Feng even felt that his mind was being spied on and stared at, and the hair on his body suddenly stood up.

"This inner demon actually has such means?"

Ye Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.

The inner demon can make the high priest of the ninth level of the divine realm helpless, so he knows that the inner demon is not simple, but he didn't expect that the inner demon is so weird.

"You want to wipe me out? Impossible!"

The blurred face twisted, the inner demon suddenly stretched out his hand, the palm cracked, turned into a deep black hole, and endless evil thoughts surged out.

Wherever this evil thought passed, the high priest's soul power was polluted and became filthy, and rushed towards the flower of life and death along with the evil thought torrent.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the petals of the flower of life and death brushed against the evil thought torrent, light and seemingly without any power, but the evil thought torrent hit the petals and was annihilated directly.

"Swish!"

The flames attached to the petals climbed up the evil thought torrent and burned all the way. The evil thoughts and the polluted soul power had no resistance. In the blink of an eye, the flames rushed to the palm of the heart demon.

"Damn it!"

The heart demon roared, his voice trembling, and he seemed very scared. His other arm swung out and turned into a long knife, directly cutting off the palm that was about to be climbed by the flame.

After cutting off the palm, the flame could not spread and gradually extinguished, and the heart demon's red eyes flickered at the flower of life and death.

"What kind of method is this? Who are you? Let me go and let me occupy him. What he can give you, I can also give you!"

The heart demon roared fiercely.

"Hmph, a demon like you, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me!"

Ye Feng's voice sounded in the high priest's mind, grand and boundless, as if it were the residence of the supreme god.

"Flower of Life and Death, all hope is lost!"

Ye Feng silently chanted in his heart, and the flower of life and death in the high priest's mind instantly bloomed, and the sky was full of flames.

At the same time, on the other side, the gods and geniuses of the Demon Pavilion also chased the fleeing Demon Soul Clan for thousands of miles.

Along the way, countless Demon Soul Clan members were killed.

They did not dare to resist, for fear that if they ran too slowly, the high priest would kill them.

Therefore, in this pursuit battle, nearly 20% of the Demon Soul Clan perished, and coupled with the high priest's magical power of the sun, the Demon Soul Clan suffered more than 30,000 casualties.

Of course, only two members of the God Realm Demon Soul Tribe lost their lives. After all, the Demon Pavilion is a guardian of the gods and they are in poor condition. Such a record is already good.

Hundreds of people have been killed in the Holy Realm, and the rest are all demon souls who have not yet reached the Holy Realm. Those who have not yet reached the Holy Realm have no power to fight against the geniuses, and it is completely a one-sided massacre.

After chasing for so long, the geniuses and the guardians were tired and exhausted, and it was not suitable to continue the pursuit, so they returned to the Demon Pavilion one after another.

After a long time, Mo Qingqing rushed back with the people of the Divine Realm, followed by soldiers who had abandoned their helmets and armor, and their momentum was extremely declining.

When they returned to Guyun Island, the tribesmen stationed on Guyun Island were disappointed and sad, and the entire island was gloomy.

"boom!"

In the main hall, Mo Wutian smashed the jade table in the main hall with a gloomy expression, looking at the submissive and frightened Mo Wuqing below.

"Hmph! A bunch of losers, what does one defeat mean? You have completely lost your morale?!"

Mo Wutian suddenly cursed angrily, his eyes were extremely deep and full of killing intent.

"Big, big brother, the high priest of the demon clan is not crazy at all. He is at the ninth level of the divine realm. We..."

Mo Qingwu spoke tremblingly, but before he could finish speaking, Mo Wutian slapped him and flew him away.

"Damn thing!"

Mo Wutian looked at Mo Wuqing with cold eyes and sneered, "What do you know? If the high priest hadn't gone crazy, I wouldn't be able to stand here!"

Mo Wutian took a fierce step forward and appeared in front of them, revealing the wound on his forehead, which had been cut by the high priest with a shocking giant sword.

Previously, Mo Wutian faced the shocking giant sword and tried his best, but failed to block the sword, leaving a medium-deep wound on his forehead.

With his cultivation at the eighth level of the divine realm, ordinary wounds would have healed long ago, but at this moment, the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, with no trace of healing at all, as if a single eye had been opened on top of his head.