A room made of green crystals was reflected in Ye Feng's eyes.
The green crystal seems to have the effect of purifying the mind and eliminating the miscellaneous.
As soon as he entered the secret room, he felt refreshed and his ears were clear.
There are still many ashes remaining on the ground in the secret room, but they all emit a faint fragrance, which makes people feel excited and charming.
This is the treasure of heaven and earth used by the high priest to deal with the inner demons.
He almost exhausted all the treasures in the demon pavilion, but failed.
At this time, Jin Zhenhai and all the gods were sitting cross-legged on the bed in the secret room, surrounded the high priest, and took action to suppress the disordered demonic aura in the high priest's body.
"What do you need?"
Jin Zhenhai looked at Ye Feng, and a trace of worry flashed deep in the corner of his eyes.
There are very few treasures left in the Demon Pavilion, and I wonder if it can meet Ye Feng's needs.
"Nothing is needed."
Ye Feng shook his head, looking calm.
Jin Zhenhai and the gods were frowning.
This kid...isn't he too confident?
The inner demon is extremely terrifying. How could Shen Feng despise him so much?
Such an attitude really made them a little worried.
"This is not a trivial matter, you have to be careful."
Jin Zhenhai's voice was heavy.
"nature."
Ye Feng's eyes lit up, his five fingers flashed slightly, and he slapped the high priest with a palm.
"you!"
It made their eyelids twitch and they couldn't help but want to take action.
But soon, they found themselves misunderstood.
In Ye Feng's palm, there is a mysterious and magical flower, and the stamens of this flower are burning with a raging fire.
The flames were very strange and seemed ordinary, but they gave Jin Zhenhai and others a sense of peace of mind.
It seemed as if all worries and worries were burned to pieces by the flames, and my heart was calm.
This strange flower is the Taoist flower of life and death. Ye Feng wants to use the magical power of life and death to solve the problem of the high priest being obsessed with.
As the flame-burning Taoist flower of life and death continued to approach, the inner demon in the high priest seemed to notice something, and became anxious, and a vast demonic thought poured out.
At this moment, around the high priest, there were strange ripples that were upset, but when the ripples touched the strange flowers, they were directly destroyed.
"Suppress me!"
Ye Feng printed a palm on the high priest's chest, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes. The flowers of life and death bloomed slowly in his mind, and the flames in the stamens rushed to the night.
At the same time, the flower of life and death in his palm sank into the body of the high priest and appeared in his mind the next moment.
"boom!"
The flower of life and death took root in the mind of the high priest, and in an instant it grew to the point where it covered the sky and the sun, filling the entire sea of consciousness.
The raging fire in the stamen swept out, covering the sea of consciousness. The evil thoughts released by the inner demons were burned, melted, and turned into nothing 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 figure was dressed and figured the same as the high priest, but the face was blurred, like a erratic fog, swaying constantly, and the red eyes were like two balls of ghost fire, deep and strange.
This figure was in the high priest's mind, but his red eyes seemed to penetrate the sea of consciousness and saw Ye Feng.
For a moment, Ye Feng even felt that his mind was being spyed and targeted, and his hair suddenly stood up.
"This inner demon actually has such a method?"
Ye Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.
The inner demon can make the high priest at the ninth level of the divine realm helpless, so he knew that the inner demon was not simple, but he did not expect that the inner demon was so weird.
"You want to erase me? Impossible!"
The blurred face was twisted, and the inner demon suddenly stretched out his hand, the palm of his hand cracked, turning into a deep black hole, and endless evil thoughts surged out.
Wherever these evil thoughts pass, the power of the high priest's soul was polluted and became dirty, and rushed towards the Taoist flower of life and death with the torrent of evil thoughts.
"Wow!"
At this moment, the petals of the Taoist Flower of Life and Death aimed at the torrent of evil thoughts, light and seemed to have no power, but the torrent of evil thoughts hit the petals and was directly destroyed.
"laugh!"
The flames attached to the petals climbed onto the torrent of evil thoughts 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 inner demon.
"Damn it!"
The inner demon roared, his voice trembled, and seemed to be very frightened. His other arm swung out and turned into a long sword, directly chopping down the palm that was about to be climbed by the flames.
Cut off the palm, the flames could not spread and gradually faded, while the red eyes of the demon in the heart flickered at the Taoist Flower of Life and Death.
"What kind of method is this? Who are you? Let me let me occupy him. I can give it to you as well!"
The inner demon roared violently.
"Hmph, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me for a demon like you!"
Ye Feng's voice sounded in the high priest's mind, vast and boundless, as if it were the supreme gods.
"The flower of life and death, all your thoughts are gone!"
Ye Feng thought silently, the flower of life and death in the high priest's mind bloomed instantly, and flames swept across the sky.
At the same time, on the other side, the gods and geniuses of the Demon Pavilion also chased the escaped demon soul clan for thousands of miles.
Along the way, I don’t know how many demon soul tribes were bleeding.
They did not dare to resist, for fear that the high priest would run slow and kill him.
Therefore, in this pursuit battle, nearly 20% of the Demon Soul Clan fell, and with the high priest's great magical power, the Demon Soul Clan suffered more than 30,000 casualties.
Of course, only two demon soul clans in the Divine Realm have fallen. After all, the Demon Pavilion is the God Guardian and the others are in poor condition. It is already good to have such a record.
The holy realm killed hundreds of people, and the rest were all demon soul clans who had not reached the holy realm. Those who had not reached the holy realm had no power to fight against the genius, and they were completely unilateral slaughter.
After chasing for so long, the geniuses and Shenshou were tired and consumed a lot, so they were not suitable to continue chasing them, so they all returned to the Demon Pavilion.
After a long time, Mo Wuqing rushed back with the Divine Realm clan members, followed by the soldiers who were extremely declining in their power.
When they returned to Guyun Island, the tribesmen stationed in Guyun Island were disappointed and sad, and the entire island was bleak.
"Bang!"
In the hall, Mo Wutian smashed the jade table in the hall with a gloomy expression, and looked at Mo Wuqing, who was timid and frightened below.
"Hmph! A bunch of waste, what does one failure count? You have completely lost your morale?!"
Mo Wutian suddenly cursed, his eyes were extremely deep and his murderous intent was strong.
"Big, brother, the high priest of the demon clan was not in a state of devil. He is the ninth level of the divine realm, we..."
Mo Wuqing spoke tremblingly, and before he finished speaking, Mo Wutian slapped him out.
"Damn it!"
Mo Wutian looked at Mo Wuqing coldly and sneered, "What do you know? If the high priest had not become possessed by the demon, I would not be able to stand here!"
Mo Wutian took a sudden step and appeared in front of them, revealing the wound on his forehead. It was slashed out by the high priest with a shocking giant sword before.
Before, Mo Wutian faced the shocking giant sword and used all his tricks, but he failed to block the sword, leaving a deep and shallow wound on his forehead.
With the eighth level of the divine realm, ordinary wounds had long healed, but at this moment, the wound on his forehead still had blood, and there was no trace of healing at all, as if a one-eye was opened on his head.