Enchanting Divine Sound Master

Chapter 206 Feijun Advancement, Tree of Life (3)
"Master, thank you!"

"It's nothing, we came out to find the disassembled artifact, as long as we find it, even if we pay a small price, it's only natural." When Yan Feijun spoke, his tone became gentler, at least, it wasn't so cold anymore.

"Then I will trouble you!" The old man thanked Lord Yanfei when he agreed.

Le Wushuang raised his hand and clenched it into a fist with the urge to beat him up.

Can you be more shameless!
The old man smiled, his teeth were not straight in the first place, but this smile exposed them all.

Yan Feijun flicked his sleeves, stepped into the air, and his body fell to the ground as lightly as a feather, and landed around the battlefield of humans and ghosts.

This miasma can be powerful, but it was slowly purified where Lord Yanfei was standing.

Yan Feijun raised his hand and waved it vigorously. The formation of the earth tribe appeared under his feet. The formation exuded a blue light, and the petals floated up one by one. If they fell in one place involuntarily, they would melt into the ground.

The red land slowly turned black, and became free of any miasma.

The old man bent his eyes and looked at Yan Feijun with satisfaction.

The silver hair that flew without wind fluttered in mid-air, but did not dare to cover his stunning green eyes.

The green eyes reveal the streamer, pure and beautiful.A blue rose flower pattern immediately appeared on the forehead, the roots covered the forehead, beautifully embellished, giving people a comfortable feeling.

He waved his hand again, and the wide sleeves followed him.

He pursed his lips against the sound of his robes, and said in a cold voice: "The Art of the Earth—Flowers Fall!"

The sound is vast, with deadly percussion.

The petals gushed out crazily in the magic circle, falling down one after another at a certain height like a fountain.Just like drizzle, it drips on the ground, purifying the surrounding miasma in an instant.

Of course, tens of thousands of petals fell to the ground one after another.Yan Feijun raised his palm and kept swimming in mid-air.The petals fell regularly with the movement of his hand.

Le Wushuang stood on the top of the hill, unable to move his eyes away, looking at Lord Yan Fei who was purifying the miasma.

This is the first time, seeing him exert his power.

Seeing that the miasma on the surface had almost dissipated, Yan Feijun squatted down, touched the ground with his right hand, and a wave of vast power was quickly stimulated from the palm of his hand.

This time the power is much stronger than before.The purified red land turned black.But in the palm of Yan Feijun's hand, blood flowed out.The blood drilled deeply into the ground, quickly taking root and sprouting.

"The source of life, with my life, summon, rebirth!"

"Boom boom boom boom!" The ground trembled violently, and something came out of the deepest part of the ground frantically.Until, it drilled out of the ground and quickly rushed towards the sky.

When the height reached almost the same, it stopped growing, and the green shoots stood out from the thick branches, instantly forming a big umbrella shape.

It stands in the middle of the human-ghost battlefield, exuding a powerful breath of life, and even around it, there are blue fluorescent lights shining on and off.

Yan Feijun stood on the top of this big tree, with his hands spread out.It fell to the ground, and the magic circle of the landlord also disappeared.

"This...is really amazing!" The old man ran towards the big tree regardless of his image.

Le Wushuang raised his hands, and with the wind under his feet, he flew to Yan Feijun's side.

Yan Feijun stood with his hands behind his back, his right hand hanging down. Although the bleeding had stopped, there was still... some pain.

"What is this? Master?" Le Wushuang asked puzzled.

"This big tree is called the tree of life. As long as it grows here, it can purify all the stains, and it can also slowly activate those lands that cannot grow plants. That is to say, it can drive the dead here. and transmit your own power to them." While talking, Yan Feijun stared at the tree of life.

The long-lost tree of life can also grow again in Xianlai Continent.

"Thank you, really thank you!" The old man knelt down and said excitedly.

They have been passed down from generation to generation and have powerful enchantment abilities, but after they are born, they can only guard here for a lifetime and cannot go out.

But now?They have regained their freedom, and they don't have to bear this powerful responsibility.

"No need to thank you, this is just a condition." Jun Yanfei clenched his right hand slightly, but it still hurt.

Le Wushuang noticed something was wrong with him, walked to his right hand and said, "Just now, Master, you exerted strength with this hand, it seems that you were injured!"

"Nothing." Lord Yanfei was going to hide the wound, and it would heal within an hour.At that time, she will not be seen.

The plan in his heart was broken by Le Wushuang.She reached out and took his injured right hand.

"Hiss—" The blood of the descendants of the big landlords is very precious, and every time they are injured, the wound will be very painful.Yan Feijun frowned, slightly angry.

"It's really hurt..." Le Wushuang said distressedly.

A deep line was drawn across the wound on the palm of his right hand, and the flesh and blood inside could be vaguely seen.Although the bleeding was stopped, but the redness and swelling around his hands, he could still tell that his hands were in pain.

"I said, it's okay!" Yan Feijun hates her look of being distressed for him, obviously... as long as she has a smile on her face, it's fine, but with her expression like this, it will make his heart ache. Get bored.

Le Wushuang clenched Yan Feijun's palm, took out a elixir from Zhetianmi ring, crushed it, and then sprinkled the powder on his injured scar.

Yan Feijun's eyebrows slowly relaxed. This powder is very effective, and it doesn't feel pain.

"Just wrap it up and it'll be fine!" Le Wushuang said, taking out a handkerchief from his bosom, and wrapping his hands up.

Yan Feijun smiled, not knowing what to say to her.

This small wound will heal in an hour, do I still need to bandage it?

"Okay, master, let's see if it hurts." Le Wushuang tied a delicate bow on the quilt of his right palm, patted the back of his hand lightly and smiled.

Yan Feijun raised his hand and tried to make a fist in front of him. Seeing the little bow on the back of his hand, he couldn't help laughing.

How can this person be so funny?

"Hey, it's not very pretty, so don't make fun of me. Ah! Master, I'm going to get the artifact first!" Le Wushuang didn't wait for Yan Feijun to speak, and ran towards the soul tree with a blushing face.

The old man stood aside, feeling that he had become their light bulb unconsciously.

What is going on?It's obviously two men, but from their eyes, I can see the tricks!

(End of this chapter)