"Colorful Black Chrysanthemum?" Ye Fei looked at Nie Fan and asked Xiaoqing before that it did not need this thing too much, and Ye Fei only needed those companion spirit herbs.

"Since you have surrendered to me, even if you are given to you, I will only have a few accompanying spirit grasses." Ye Fei smiled.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Nie Fan couldn't believe it, and thought that Ye Fei had originally done it with him because of the colorful chrysanthemum, but at this moment he gave in. This colorful chrysanthemum can enhance his strength and reduce the time of hard practice.

"You don't have to be polite. Wait for half a month first. After the election is mature, you will collect it. Then we rushed to the Red Canyon. Of course, if you really can't enter immediately, you can wait for us nearby." After Ye Fei said that, he stood up and collected several companion herbs near the Xuan chrysanthemum.

After pondering for a while, Ye Fei took out the talisman and informed Wan Feng and Qi Qiang of the news, but did not tell him whereabouts, but only said that he was temporarily trapped and was still safe at present.

Xiaoqing and Hei Ling often quarreled together. The enemies were gathered together and quarreled constantly. At first, Nie Fan disdained to be so naive with the two of them, but more than ten days later, they were pulled into the water by these two Xiaoqing and Hei Ling, who had a deep lip skills, but the three of them mixed together, looking extremely harmonious.

Just as Ye Fei closed his eyes and meditated, he suddenly frowned and opened his eyes to look into the distance.

"Haha, Nie Fan, quickly hand over the Selected Spirit Grass, Yang will spare your life!" At this moment, two figures flew from afar, all of which were at the top level of transformation.

The person who spoke was a strong man in yellow robe with black patterns on his robe, like a tiger's skin. The other was a thin old man wearing a black cloak. He had a bit of sternness in his eyes.

"Huh? Are these?" The strong man in yellow robe was slightly stunned when he saw Ye Fei and others. He obviously did not expect so many people here. The thin old man had his eyebrows moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Yang Huan? You actually want to snatch my colorful mysterious chrysanthemum? Humph, no wonder you made friends with me some time ago. I also asked about the colorful mysterious chrysanthemum. It turned out that I had planned it. Now I have brought Senior Weng Yuan over here. Do you really want to kill me?" Nie Fan's face turned angry.

"Haha, just kidding, Fellow Daoist Nie doesn't have to take it seriously." The strong man in yellow robe called Yang Huan retreated slightly. He hung the old man in black robe in front, and the latter's eyes showed a hint of displeasure.

"Hehe, Nie Fan, I tell you the truth. Yang Huan used to use you before, you were just a chess piece of his. He helped him guard the Xuan Ju that had been for thousands of years, and then he asked me to help him fight for it." After saying that, the old man in black robe called Weng Yuan flashed and retreated to the distance.

Seeing this, Ye Fei was slightly stunned. Although he had heard Nie Fan say that these demon cultivators were temporarily in teams and often stabbing their companions, he didn't expect that the two of them would turn against each other so quickly. The style of demon cultivating in the wilderness world was really different from that in the outside world.

"Senior Weng, what do you mean?" Yang Huan said with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, you asked me for help, but you wanted to retreat first and leave me here. What do you mean?" Weng Yuan said with a sneer.

"Haha, Nie Fan. Since he wants to harm you, we don't need to say anything more. No one can be let go!" Ye Fei said with a cold face.

In such a place, Ye Fei felt that his strength was definitely not the strongest, but he could establish a powerful force and overwhelm all powerful forces.

After all, he has the imprint of the soul of a demon beast. Once these demon cultivators surrender to him, they will never become fence-bearers and will not stab the knife in the back. Ye Fei can do things that other demon cultivators cannot do.

Yang Huan was obviously inappropriate, but since he had found a helper, it proved that at least he could not defeat Nie Fan easily. When the two fought, Ye Fei was confident that he would subdue the old man in black robe Weng Yuan.

Later, he subdued Yang Huan and had so many "loyal" helpers. If there were no demon cultivators here with Tongxuan's cultivation level, then at least they could be safe in this wasteland. Even if they met a special monster with powerful strength, they could still be invincible.

Ever since he heard that there were monsters here that could destroy the same level by chance, Ye Fei planned to go around and conquer some monsters with similar strength. Now that the two of them are coming to the door, Ye Fei will naturally not let it go.

"You didn't even let me go?" Weng Yuan obviously didn't expect that Ye Fei was going to attack him, and even Nie Fan and Yang Huan were a little surprised.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!" After Ye Fei finished speaking, he sent a message to Nie Fan, asking him to hold Yang Huan anyway. He led Hei Ling and Xiao Qing to surround Weng Yuan, and the golden puppet was sacrificed to the air.

Ye Fei did not hold back this time. While the attack of the two Hei Ling and the other two, he used the two magical powers of the Immortal God King Art and Qian Lie Slash, and the seventy-two flying swords were also circling.

Weng Yuan seemed extremely relaxed to resist the attack of the little blue black spirit and the puppet, but as soon as the Jin Ling sword formation joined, the old man couldn't help but become cautious. Especially when he saw the two great magical powers he used by Ye Fei, his face changed slightly.

As the golden light flashed on his body, he transformed into a big roc, seven or eight feet tall. With his wings flew wildly, black fire feathers shot out, sweeping out towards the golden hand transformed by the Immortal God King's Skill and the flaming giant sword.

Puff puff puff puff.

The golden hand almost wiped out the fire feathers in front of him in a powerful and powerful posture, but when he approached the Great Phang, it was torn to pieces by one of its sharp claws.

However, before he could withdraw his sharp claws, Qian Liezhan directly slashed on one of his black wings. He saw a black light flash on the surface of the black wings, and it turned into hard as steel, barely resisting Qian Liezhan.

Rumble!

Qian Liezhan burst open, and fire was splashing everywhere. The black wings, which were not threatened, immediately emitted a burnt and pungent smell, as if they were roasted, which made Dapeng hear a heart-wrenching sound.

If it were normal for this big roc to turn into its original body, its strength would definitely not be inferior to Ye Fei. If it weren't for the fact that half of its energy and magic power were used to deal with Hei Ling and Xiao Qing, it would be impossible for Ye Fei to be injured.

Ye Fei also felt that the strength of this great republic was definitely above Nie Fan and Yang Huan. At this moment, Nie Fan had already turned into an attack on the body, and Yang Huan's body was actually a colorful giant tiger, roaring and fighting with the crocodile, while the Yinming Pearls collided with each other.

The buzzing sounds together.

The eyes of Dapeng as Weng Yuanhua showed a sharp look. He opened his mouth and squirted, and a white round bead shot out. It surged in the storm and turned into a size of about a meter, vaguely emitting an extremely powerful pressure.

"Yin Mingzhu? Have you finally used it and collected it?" Ye Fei's magic tricks changed constantly, and a giant flaming sword slowly formed. Only Qian Liezhan and Xiaoqing were needed to deal with Nie Fan, but this move obviously would not work against Weng Yuan.

The illusory figure of the old man in white clothes slowly stretched out his hand and patted forward. This time, he almost took away Ye Fei's magic power, making his face pale. But at the same time, the golden hand condensed from the God King Art in the air was also extremely solid, as if it were the substance.

Dapeng ignored the attacks of the black spirit and the puppet, and made a fierce attempt. All his strength urged the Yin Ming Pearl to attack Ye Fei. Now he could see that the young man in front of him was the most difficult and backbone of everyone. As long as he was killed, he might not be able to defeat him.

Rumble!

The golden hand that seemed powerful and powerful only blocked for a moment, causing the Yinming pearl light to darken slightly and was covered with cracks. In the end, the golden hand turned into golden light and exploded and dissipated in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Liezhan slashed on the Yinming Pearl. A dazzling sun burst out between the two, and white winds swept out wildly. Qian Liezhan persisted for a moment and was completely torn apart.

Although the Yinming Pearl was much dimmed, it still had the strength to kill Ye Fei. Seeing this, the black bigpeng looked at Ye Fei, who was pale and consumed a lot.

Dapeng said, "Haha, even if you still have the ability to use the two magical powers before, it is too late now. Let's die." After speaking, he urged his heart, and the Yin Ming Bead mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, and bombarded Ye Fei.

Nie Fan and Yang Huan felt the violent fluctuations, and they couldn't help but stop their movements. At the same time, they looked at the Yin Ming Bead, as if they felt the terrible pressure, and their expressions changed. (This chapter ended)
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