The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 200 He Doesn't Want To Wake Up

The Holy Son in White couldn't control so much at this time, he had originally planned to sacrifice the entire Southern Border Mountain Range, and since he started the blood sacrifice, he naturally wouldn't stop easily.

At this time, Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, suddenly closed his eyes for some reason, and a strange aura emanated from him.

Half a minute later, when dozens of members of the Saint Clan committed suicide on the altar under the order of the Saint Son in white, Ye Fei in midair suddenly opened his eyes, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.

"I understand that this person, Ye Mou, will help you clean up the door." Ye Fei smiled faintly, and then looked away from the altar.

After he finished speaking, the aura on his body changed abruptly, his arms were wrapped in a burst of blue light, and a strange pattern between his brows loomed.

"Witch Dao, come." Ye Fei slowly raised his arm and stretched it into the air.

As his words fell, a blue light flickered in the depths of the tribe, and then quickly passed through the air, and the sacred weapon, the witch knife, suddenly appeared in Ye Fei's hands.

"This is impossible, how can you summon my holy treasure?" The white-clothed holy son was completely stunned after seeing the witch knife.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, turned his head to look at the man with the witch knife in his hand, and said, "Your ancestors of the holy clan taught me this knife can break your blood sacrifice."

Just now, after his spiritual sense touched the altar, he sensed the remnants of the ancestors of the holy race. Ye Fei couldn't imagine how strong this person is, but he could clearly feel the remnants contained in this person's remnants. Sense of sadness.

"Hmph, the ancestors of our clan will teach you how to use the witch knife, so you can't be a three-year-old child!" The white-clothed saint snorted coldly, glared at Ye Fei and growled.

"Don't you understand? It's because he doesn't want to wake up."

"Sacrificing all the blood of one's descendants for one person to live alone, this is probably impossible for any individual." Ye Fei said bluntly, his eyes fell on the person below, and his eyes gradually shrouded in a cold light.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this person, Ye Fei's body was moving like lightning, the blue light on his arm was shining at the same time, and the blue witch knife burst into bursts of dazzling aura.

Without any hesitation, the true energy in the body condensed, and the witch knife drew out the full moon and cut it down suddenly.

The huge black blade appeared above the Holy Tribe for the second time, but this time it was faintly glowing with blue light, less gloomy and cold, and more chilling.

"I don't believe it, it's not true!" Seeing Ye Fei urging the witch knife, the last line of defense in his heart seemed to be destroyed in an instant, and his eyes were full of confusion while whispering.

The huge blade slashed across, and the blood-colored altar below collapsed immediately. The remaining members of the holy clan also regained their consciousness. Looking at everything around them, they were a little unresponsive for a while, and seemed a little sluggish.

Accompanied by the collapse of the altar, the saint son in white spewed blood again, his eyes were full of death, and slowly fell to the side of the altar.

Before Ye Fei could make a move on him, this person seemed to be overwhelmed for a while, and died on the spot in a hurry.

"Is he dead?" Ye Fei glanced at the Holy Son below, and after confirming that this person was dead, the aura in his body calmed down.

Slowly raising his arms, looking at the witch knife glowing with blue light in his hand, Ye Fei smiled lightly. No matter whether he can find Lingquan or not during his trip to southern Xinjiang, it is not a loss to get this treasure.

After putting away the witch knife, his figure fell to the ground in a flash, and he turned his head to look at the altar behind him, with a complex expression on his face.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fei took a deep breath and raised his hand to bow to the altar. Whether it was the gift of the knife or the strength of this senior, it was worth his raising his hand.

"The altar has been broken, presumably the tribesmen in the mountains should be safe and sound at this moment." Ye Fei murmured, then turned to look in the direction of Heisha.

Not only was this person confined to the Absolute Spirit Formation before, but he escaped the blood sacrifice, he was looking around blankly at this moment.

Ye Fei walked forward slowly, the expression on his face changed slightly, Han Yanran, who was originally with Heisha, had disappeared at some point.

"Where is she?" Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand to point at the center of Heisha's eyebrows, and shot out a burst of true energy.

Heisha's eyes immediately regained clarity. After seeing Ye Fei, he was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes fell on the center of his brows. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a devout look on his face.

This sudden action also made Ye Fei a little puzzled for a while, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Reporting to Master Shengzi, Miss Han left alone a long time ago, and my subordinates don't know where she has gone." Heisha looked extremely respectful, and responded in a low voice.

Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and at this moment he slowly realized that his spiritual consciousness was covering his body, and he found that there was a totem pattern exactly the same as the white-clothed saint son before him on the center of his eyebrows.

This pattern looks like a biting snake, and it looks a bit like a witch knife at first glance, which is a bit weird.

After pondering for a while, Ye Fei frowned slightly, the power of true essence condensed on the center of his brows, and the pattern pattern was immediately hidden under his skin.

"This pattern should have been left by the person inside the altar, who may have awakened." Ye Fei suddenly turned his head, looking at the ruined altar in front of him.

Under the induction of spiritual sense, he didn't find any breath, which made Ye Fei puzzled again.

After thinking for a while, he temporarily put the matter behind him. The ancestor of the saint clan should have no malicious intentions, otherwise he would not help him.

Turning his head to look at Heisha in front of him, Ye Fei immediately said, "Is there any strange place in your holy clan?"

Now that the affairs of the saint clan are basically over, it would be great if they could find the spiritual spring again.

"My lord, there is a forbidden area in the back mountain of the holy clan." Heisha replied almost immediately without thinking.

When Ye Fei heard the words, his eyes lit up immediately. This matter seemed to be interesting, and the Lingquan should undoubtedly be hidden in the land of the saints.

Today, more than half of the saints have been killed or injured, and the murderous intent in Ye Fei's heart immediately calmed down. If he can find the spiritual spring, the life of the person in front of him can be saved.

"Take Ye there immediately." Ye Fei said in a low voice.

Heisha didn't dare to be negligent at all, and then nodded again and again, leading Ye Fei to the interior of the tribe, and the people of the surrounding saint clan also stepped aside one after another.

Ye Feifang's brow pattern was noticed by many members of the holy clan. At this time, everyone looked respectful. It was the unique status symbol of the holy son, so they naturally did not dare to slack off.

Ye Fei didn't take the identity of the Holy Son seriously. No matter what purpose he had for the ancestor of the Holy Clan, it was absolutely impossible for him to stay here.

After the two passed through the tribe, a circular hall was built and soon appeared in Ye Fei's sight.

"My lord, the forbidden area is just behind the temple. The subordinates are not qualified to enter. You can see it through the hall." Heisha raised his hand to Ye Fei and said slowly.

Ye Fei nodded slightly. Now that he had confirmed his location, he didn't say anything more, and entered the hall directly with his figure flashing.

Inside the hall of the saints, Ye Fei only stayed for a moment, and then Ye Fei passed through the hall, and the so-called forbidden area of ​​the saints appeared in front of his eyes.

Behind the main hall is an empty basin, which looks a little flustered at first glance. It is somewhat similar to the North Mountain in Heishi Town when Ye Fei was in Kunshan.

After stepping into the basin and walking forward for about ten minutes, Ye Fei suddenly stopped, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"This is the black wind." Ye Fei murmured, his eyes fell on the black wind not far away, which seemed to be connected for a day.

A sense of familiarity suddenly emerged in his heart. The black wind here is exactly the same as that in Kunshan. If there is a spiritual spring, it must be inside.

After only a moment of hesitation, Ye Fei took out the Wind-fixing Bead from the storage ring and held it in his palm.

At the same time, his figure flickered, and he stepped directly into the black wind. With the help of the fixed wind bead, the black wind here was like nothing in Ye Fei's eyes.

After passing through the black wind, an extremely pure aura rushed towards Ye Fei's face in an instant, shaking his whole spirit.

A forest with lush vegetation appeared in front of his eyes, like a paradise.

There is the faint sound of birds chirping, and the stream passing by not far away, the pure aura nourishes everything here, a scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

"Surely there is a spiritual spring." Ye Fei's eyes flashed with excitement. The scene in front of him has reached a consensus with the record of the recovery of all things in the place where the spiritual spring is located in his inheritance memory.

Following the aura in the air, Ye Fei entered the mountain forest and walked deep inside.

As he went deeper, the aura of the surrounding air also became thicker and thicker. At the moment where Ye Fei was standing, the aura of the place where Ye Fei was standing had surpassed that of the Ye Family Manor.

"If I practice in such a place for many years, my strength will grow extremely fast." Ye Fei couldn't help whispering, and then his figure flickered, and he walked forward again.

About half an hour ahead, Ye Fei has already sensed the location of Lingquan through his spiritual knowledge, which is less than 500 meters away in front of him.

Just as Ye Fei was about to move on, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Ye Fei, help me." On the right side of the forest, the source of the voice was less than a hundred meters away from Ye Fei.

"Han Yanran..." Ye Fei frowned slightly, with a look of doubt on his face, he turned and flicked to the right.

The voice was obviously from Han Yanran. Why did this woman appear here? Ye Fei didn't think much about it at this time. After walking through several bushes, he found this woman.

At this time, Han Yanran, someone sealed the true energy in her body, and tied it to the branch of an ancient tree.

Where the branches of the ancient tree extend is a bottomless cliff. Under the induction of Ye Fei's spiritual sense, he found that there are strange piercing forces rising from the bottom of the cliff, which have bent the branch.

(End of this chapter)