The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 783 Bringing Out the Soul King
In the valley, Ye Fei's killing intent was determined at this time, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person.

I saw that when he raised his hand, the Lianhua Sword fell into his palm, the spiritual power in his body was mobilized with all his strength, and he pointed forward with the sword, the surrounding soul generals and soul slaves all moved immediately.

"Behead and kill those soul slaves first." Ye Fei's eyes narrowed, and his figure showed a cold light, and a burst of ice mist appeared around him.

Beside him, the ten soul generals let out a shocking low growl, and rushed towards the horse commander at the same time.

Ye Fei was alone, and rushed into the soul slaves below, followed by hundreds of soul slaves. The fight between the two seemed to be a large-scale battle.

Whether it is Ye Fei or the commander in front of the horse, they all control more than a hundred soul slaves.

"Hmph, boy, how can this commander be afraid of you!" Commander Ma gritted his teeth and shouted, leading the soul general behind him, and then rushed forward suddenly.

Above the upper valley, bursts of explosive sounds echoed continuously.
Ye Fei's ten soul generals fought together with the ponytailed horse commander at this moment, and the terrifying counter-shock force swept across in all directions.

And at the same time, in the upper valley below, Ye Fei rushed into the soul slaves with an ice sword in his hand. It was almost like chopping melons and vegetables. Dozens of soul slaves fell to the ground and died under the sword.

"It's a pity, if my spiritual power recovers, I can subdue all these soul slaves." While beheading the soul slaves, Ye Fei couldn't help thinking to himself.

Now that he controls ten soul generals and a hundred soul slaves, he has reached the limit, not because of the quantity limit, but because the spiritual power in Ye Fei's body cannot keep up.

Because of this, he desperately wanted to release the suppression of spiritual power, and rushed into the local camp alone.

With the passage of time, the outcome became obvious. The horse commander in mid-air could not escape under the restriction of Ye Fei's ten soul generals.

In the valley below, those soul slaves were almost killed by Ye Fei.

"Next, it's your turn." Ye Fei snorted, and stepped away at the same time, almost substantive killing intent permeated his whole body.

In mid-air, Commander Ma's complexion changed drastically. Seeing that he could not defeat Ye Fei, he already had the intention of retreating.

"This commander has nine soul generals, so you want to kill me?" Commander Ma's soul power soared, and the talisman in his palm quickly formed, controlling the nine soul generals and blocking him.

Nine tall figures stood side by side at this moment, as if turning into a huge black wall, standing in mid-air.

Commander Ma saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately turned around, almost without looking back, and fled towards the rear. As long as he returned to the camp, he could save his life.

"You can't run."

"Soul slaves block the road, and the bamboo flute crushes the soul." Ye Fei gave a low voice, and the red fairy flute fell into his palm.

Behind him, hundreds of soul slaves swarmed over, instantly blocking the way of Commander Nama.

At the same time, a red light appeared on the dark red bamboo flute as promised, drawing a long rainbow in midair, instantly covering and restraining the figure of the commander of the horse.

Ye Fei smiled lightly. Including the Commander Ma, there are a total of ten soul generals here, and they can exchange for ten points of meritorious service, which is undoubtedly a considerable sum.

"If you dare to chase it out, you are doomed to die." Ye Fei's eyes flashed coldly, and the spiritual power in his body turned away accordingly.

The bamboo flute in his hand, as early as in the desolate basin, Ye Fei had already discovered that this treasure could suppress the soul power of the soul general, and the soul general who fought with him alone, Ye Fei could easily win with this flute.

In the midair of Shanggu, the soul general commanded by the horse has been suppressed by the soul general in Ye Fei's hands, and he has hundreds of soul slaves to help him, so killing this person is a breeze.

"Red, red fairy flute, why is this treasure in the hands of an outsider like you?" Commander Ma trembled, as if he recognized the fairy treasure in Ye Fei's hand, and the panic in his eyes became much stronger.

But before this person could react, a huge ice sword fell from mid-air, bending and sealing his figure.

Ye Fei's hundreds of soul slaves swarmed up at the same time, and in just a few breaths, they devoured the horse commander completely. Once this man died, the nine soul generals in his hands did not have much resistance.

In the mid-air of the valley, Ye Fei looked calmly, watching the changes in merits on the soul card in his hand, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"It will take some time to break through the hundred meritorious deeds, so there is no rush." ​​Ye Fei murmured, and then put away the soul card.

After a while of silence, his gaze focused on the bamboo flute in his palm. The soul cultivator just now clearly recognized this treasure. Dao Qing, who is on the first floor of the treasure house, has nothing to do with the soul cultivator here. ?
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei shook his head lightly and put this matter behind him.

Why did Penglai be destroyed back then, what is the purpose of the four great soul emperors who occupy this place, and the matter of the hidden sect of Huaxia, Ye Fei is too lazy to care about it now.

He entered this place with only one purpose, that is to find the source of longevity, and then wake up Lan Fei with the power of leaving.

"Before that, my combat power must reach its peak." Ye Fei slowly raised his arm, the spiritual power in his palm was concentrated in the palm, his face showed indifference, and a sense of murder rose in his eyes.

With the death of the leader of the Tucheng camp, the northwest front exploded.

The original confrontation between the two sides collapsed almost instantly. The three commanders of the Fengcheng camp, leading thousands of soul slaves behind them, and the people of the hidden sect headed by Master Kuyun of the Buda Palace, have already rushed to the battlefield.

On the Tucheng affiliated camp, they were also not to be outdone, and gathered an army of soul slaves with an earth-shattering momentum.

At this time, Ye Fei, after the battle in the valley, quickly hid his breath. After he restored his body to its best condition, he raised his hand and brought up a white ghost face, and his figure stepped into the air. And go to the battlefield.

"After this battle, my meritorious points may be able to break through one hundred." A gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and he couldn't help thinking inwardly.

It can be said that Ye Fei deliberately provoked this battle of soul slaves. He sneaked into the enemy camp. This method can only be used once, and if he wants to continue to gain meritorious service, he must go to the battlefield.

Compared with the front lines of the four main cities, this northwest battlefield can only be regarded as a small fight, but with Ye Fei's current state, this place is more suitable for him.

About twenty miles away from the battlefield, Ye Fei's figure appeared out of thin air on a protruding boulder, his eyes flickered, and his spiritual consciousness stretched out, sweeping forward.

"Has the war already started..." Ye Fei murmured, and the spiritual power in his body condensed.

On the battlefield, the soul cultivators of the two affiliated cities collided with each other at this moment, and the majestic fluctuations of soul power swept in all directions, making it easy for his spiritual sense to perceive.

It was only a moment of silence, and just as Ye Fei was about to rush to the battlefield, his figure suddenly shook, and his eyes showed a cautious look.

"There will be a soul hunter here, Ma Shanming's death is not injustice."

"It's just that you, an outsider, broke into our Tucheng camp alone and killed a commander, but you deceived me that there is no one in Tucheng?" Not far behind, a distant voice suddenly came.

In the surrounding air, majestic soul power surged, and a terrifying oppressive force appeared out of thin air at this moment.

Ma Shanming should be the Commander Ma who was beheaded by Ye Fei not long ago, and the owner of the voice at this moment is obviously also a person from the Tucheng camp, but the soul power that erupted in this life made Ye Fei's complexion instantly change. dignified.

"Soul king powerhouse..." Ye Fei turned his head suddenly, and looked up to the distance behind.

The oppressive force in the air around him far exceeded the level of a soul general. Compared with the soul king Qi Chang in the subsidiary city of Fengcheng, he was not weak at all.

Following his gaze, he saw a man wearing a yellow robe, with a slightly lean figure, clear water chestnut face, long hair and short beard, coming from a distance.

In the next instant, he had already appeared in front of Ye Fei.

"Crack, bang." Under the pressure of the terrifying soul power, the boulder protruding under Ye Fei's feet instantly turned into powder.

The soul king powerhouse is said to be comparable to the power of a powerhouse beyond the realm of the gods. With Ye Fei's current state, it is obviously impossible to escape from this person's hands.

"Soul hunter, you are ready to die." In mid-air, the soul king was condescending, and there was a touch of daring to refute in that seemingly plain voice.

Terrifying soul power filled the space between the heaven and the earth, as if even the surrounding air froze a bit.

Ye Fei didn't move, he raised his head and swept into the air, then he reached out and took off the rouge on his face, and the breath on his body immediately calmed down a lot.

"The soul king is actually here. I don't know if you can tell me the name." Ye Fei looked as usual, judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from him, it seemed that he had given up resistance.

In mid-air at this time, the man in yellow robe showed a look of aloofness on his face after he glanced at Ye Fei.

"As a soul hunter, you are indeed qualified to know the name of this king."

"Little baby, the person who killed you is the commander of the affiliated city of Tucheng, the soul king Shang Delu." In mid-air, Shang Delu glanced at Ye Fei below, and said slowly.

In his eyes, the soul hunter below is obviously no different from a dead person, and the difference in hard power between the two can be fully expressed from the breath.

But at this moment, above the basin below, Ye Fei's eyes suddenly focused, his aura suddenly surged, and lightning arcs surged out of his body.

"Thunder Realm, the indestructible sky thunder." Ye Fei's eyes showed a decisive look. At this time, in his palm, that small section of Jianmu had already been held in his palm.

Through the pure spiritual power in the ancient building wood, he can return to the peak state in a short time, but as time goes by, the spiritual power in the ancient building wood will soon be exhausted, and Ye Fei cannot escape death.

But now, Ye Fei is very clear in his heart that he can only have a chance of survival if he fights with all his strength before his spiritual power is exhausted.

(End of this chapter)