The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 702 Wu Song Mansion
The Holy Tribe, on the altar square at this time, the faces of the Holy Tribe showed horror, and they all looked up, obviously not quite understanding what their holy son wanted to do at this moment.

And with Ye Fei's aura erupting, none of the members of the Holy Tribe could get close to the altar, and they were all pushed back several feet away.

"Master Shengzi!" Heisha was also confused at this time, and while resisting the coercion, he couldn't help but whispered.

On the altar at this time, Ye Fei didn't pay attention to the people of the holy clan. The coercive power on his body was only aimed at the lower altar, and you would not hurt those ordinary clansmen.

"Can't you come out..."

"Then Ye will destroy this altar." Ye Fei's eyes turned cold, and a thunderbolt burst out from his palm.

He can be sure at this moment that the remnant spirit of Wu Song is hidden at the bottom of the altar.

As soon as the words fell, a violent thunder arc burst out from Ye Fei's palm, and his face showed a decisive look, and he was about to blast the altar away.

"You... come in." At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the bottom of the altar.

Ye Fei was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were fixed, and he saw that under his feet, the ground of the altar suddenly cracked, and a dark light stretched out from the crack.

This crack seemed to be an underground entrance, and under the detection of Ye Fei's spiritual sense, a huge space stretched out behind it.

After only a moment of hesitation, Ye Fei's figure disappeared in place and directly merged into the underground entrance.

"Ka...Ka." With the disappearance of Ye Fei's figure, the crack on the altar was quickly closed.

At the altar square at this time, the members of the Holy Tribe and the Tribes all looked at each other in dismay. They didn't quite understand what happened for a while. After they realized it, they could only bow down to the altar devoutly.

At the same time, after Ye Fei passed through the crack, he appeared in a cave.

At this moment, it was a big mansion, built in an extremely retro style. The place where he was standing at the moment was the front yard of the mansion. There was no one around, and the silence was a little scary.

"You are here, this is my former fairy mansion."

"Besides Fu Cangtian, you are the second person who can enter this place." In the hall in front of the mansion, a deep and distant voice came slowly at this moment.

In the front yard of the mansion, Ye Fei's expression froze, and the expression on his face became obviously a little serious at this moment.

The word "Xianfu" has already proved the extraordinaryness of this Wu Song. In his heyday, he was probably an extremely terrifying existence.

But after thinking about it, since Fu Cangtian was able to walk out from here, it proved that this person should have no malicious intentions, whether this Wu Song really survived to this day, Ye Fei couldn't help being curious at the moment.

After a moment of silence, he then moved forward and entered the inner hall of the mansion not long after.

"My tenth-generation Holy Master of the Witch Clan, you already know my name." In front of the inner hall, a taller man in a black robe turned around slowly.

This person looks middle-aged, but his figure is much taller than ordinary people. He has long hair draped over his shoulders, his face has sharp corners, and his appearance is a bit stern. He is turning his head to look at Ye Fei at the moment.

"Wusong." Ye Fei whispered, his gaze focused on the person in front of him at the same time.

With this look, his eyes focused again, and at this time his mind was unavoidably a little moved. With his spiritual consciousness in the early stage of Nascent Soul, Ye Fei at this moment couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was the real body or the disabled spirit.

"The era I lived in has been thousands of years away from this era." Wu Song seemed to see what Ye Fei was thinking, and his voice came again.

"It's impossible for you to survive so far." Ye Fei nodded slightly, almost subconsciously opening his mouth to respond.

On the journey of martial arts, although the life force has greatly increased as the strength becomes stronger, the so-called heaven can't do anything, everything has a limit, and no one can escape the cycle of life and death.

In the innate realm, the lifespan is three hundred years, and the strong man with a golden core has a lifespan close to five hundred years.

And after stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm, the growth of lifespan will reach the extreme, and each big realm can add a hundred years of lifespan, ninety-nine is the extreme, unless you really step into the Realm of Immortals, otherwise, no matter how strong you are It is impossible to live for a thousand years.

"Yes, what you see now is just the remnant spirit of the deity." Wu Song looked at Ye Fei with a calm expression and said in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, he turned around slowly, sat on the bench in the hall, and at the same time looked at Ye Fei again.

"If you have any questions, you can just ask."

"The deity has survived until now, just to protect the witch clan for a long time." Wu Song seemed to sigh secretly, then looked at Ye Fei, and said directly at this time.

When Ye Fei heard this, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but look deeply at the person in front of him.

An afterimage, no matter how strong it is, is just a remnant spirit. Could it be that he thought too much, this person does not have any purpose, really just worship to protect the witch clan, and he is unwilling to dispel the remnant thoughts.

"What is the cloud seal between my eyebrows?" Ye Fei pondered for a while, and then asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment.

The imprint between his brows, in ordinary times, seems to be nothing, and cannot be perceived at all. It will only appear when he enters the holy tribe, and it is even more impossible to remove it.

"Holy seal, every generation of holy masters will have this seal."

"The power in the seal will become stronger and stronger with the power of the Wu clan's belief. If you lead the Wu clan to unify China, the power of the seal on your forehead may be able to fight with the real immortals." .”

Wu Song didn't hide anything, and responded directly at this moment.

"There is no end..."

Ye Fei couldn't help being surprised after listening to it. If it was true as the person in front of him said, the power of this mark was really against the sky.

After just a moment of contemplation, Ye Fei quickly calmed down. No matter how strong this seal is, it is an external force. His current strength is the result of his own practice step by step.

The so-called power of faith, there is no record of it in the inheritance of the medical sage, Ye Fei was a little confused.

"This seal is too precious. If possible, I would like to ask Senior Wu Song to take it back. Ye is just a junior in a family and has no ambition to unify China." After Ye Fei said, he raised his hand to the person in front of him.

When Wu Song heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and said, "I never thought of letting you rule China. Once the holy seal is planted, it cannot be removed. This seal will not affect your cultivation."

Wu Song's meaning is already very clear, he will not interfere with the future development of the Wu Clan, and he will not remove the mark on Ye Fei's eyebrows either.

Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and the expression on his face was a little dignified.

"Ye has another question."

"Dare to ask senior, why did you choose Ye?" Ye Fei's eyes flashed brightly, and the person looking forward said in a low voice.

Ye Fei was not interested in the seat of the holy son of the witch clan. After beheading the previous holy son, the imprint of Tengtu appeared on the center of his brow inexplicably.

In the hall, upon hearing this, Wu Song shook his head again.

"It wasn't you who was chosen by the deity, but you who chose my family."

"The person who kills the previous Holy Son will become the current Holy Son on his own. Even in my prime, I can't interfere with this matter." Wu Song's face was as usual, and he said again and again.

The black line on Ye Fei's face at this time, the simple words of the person in front of him almost pushed the matter away completely, as if this matter really had nothing to do with him.

This Wu Song has survived for thousands of years and is unwilling to leave. It is absolutely impossible to simply protect the Wu Clan. Ye Fei is very sure of this.

"If it's true what senior said, Fu Cangtian, the most powerful man in China, was once the holy son of your witch clan?" Ye Fei thought for a moment, then looked up at the person in front of him.

"Well, yes, you are very similar to him." Wu Song responded without hesitation.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, and said again: "Old Fu is not dead. If the younger generation remembers correctly, there is only one holy son of the witch clan."

Facing this Wu Song, Ye Fei couldn't see through this person's strength, he didn't want to fight rashly, the reason why he wanted to meet this person this time was just to let him remove the seal between his eyebrows.

What this seal said has no effect at present, but it has been hidden between his brows, and Ye Fei feels extremely uneasy for some reason.

"How do you know that Fu Cangtian is still alive?" Wu Song did not respond to Ye Fei's words, but asked rhetorically.

In the hall, Ye Fei was taken aback for a moment, but at this moment his heart trembled slightly, and he was at a loss for words for a while.

He met Fu Cangtian once, but it was just an incarnation. Whether this person is dead or alive, it is really difficult for Ye Fei to confirm for a while.

"Senior means..." After Ye Fei pondered for a while, the expression on his face couldn't help becoming more serious.

Wu Song in front of him had a glint in his eyes at this moment, and then he stood up slowly.

"That Fu Cangtian is indeed a rare martial arts genius."

"However, this person should be dead. Even if he is still alive, most of them exist in the world in the form of a remnant spirit. There is no power that can shake the inheritance rules of our witch clan." Wu Song focused his eyes on Ye Fei, and said in a low voice Said.

As soon as this remark came out, Ye Fei's heart was shocked. If it was true, the situation in the martial arts world might not be as simple as he imagined.

With Fu Cangtian's death, and with his strength, who can kill him, and the major forces in the martial arts world did not notice it. If there really is such a person, how strong will that person be? ?
"Senior, do you know that in today's martial arts world, there are strong people who have surpassed the realm of the gods?" Ye Fei calmed down, and then asked again.

The disabled spirit in front of him has survived for an unknown number of years, and he should be very clear about the affairs of the martial arts world.

And after seeing Wu Song's remnant spirit, Ye Fei can be sure that the person in front of him will definitely have a way to leave this place.

(End of this chapter)