Chapter 505

Lingmiao and Jinling looked at Ye Feng at the same time.

His face was pale, his eyes were absent, and his breath was gone, as if he had fallen.

This appearance immediately made them feel cold in their hearts.

It seems that Ye Feng is afraid to die.

"Headmaster ye..."

"Alas!"

They couldn't help sighing.

It's not easy to meet a real top demon Tianjiao. He can defeat the ancestors of the tree demon by half breaking the virtual cultivation. He should have taken off.

As a result, he was in great trouble.

The others heard the sigh of the two ancestors who broke the void, and their bodies froze in place.

Especially the disciples of the ethereal sect, one by one, looked like earth.

Is it difficult

The leader is leaving them?

When Lingyue heard the sigh, her body trembled.

She suddenly felt that her heart was like being stabbed by a red steel needle, which was very painful.

Is this the heartache of losing the right person?

Her eyes flashed and tears overflowed.

"Headmaster!"

Ethereal sect.

More than a thousand disciples, deacons and mountain guarding spirit beasts looked at the picture on the mountain wall, clenched their fists one by one, and let their fingernails fall into their flesh.

"Wow!"

Brother Flathead was completely angry.

It instantly entered a violent state, just like Godzilla's form. Its claws kept beating the ground and setting off billowing thick dust.

Our leader was hurt!

It's really angry!

It wants to fight!

Fuck him!

After absorbing the special light and rain of the Star Palace, the exclusive bluestone of the palm sect by the Juling tower and the Linghu Lake gave birth to Lingzhi. Although it is still very weak, it is also angry.

The whole bluestone is shaking!

It is also singing grievances for ye Fengming.

"Teach me..."

The thousand year old pine trembled, and the strong wind lifted its lush branches and leaves, looking bleak and cold.

Its face on the trunk looked gloomy and hated the ancestors of tree demons from abroad.

"Blame us for our poor strength!"

The millennium old pine suddenly sank into a deep voice.

As soon as the voice came out, it spread all over the ethereal sect in an instant.

The disciples and deacons all raised their heads and looked at the ancient pine growing on the top of the ethereal peak.

"If we are strong enough, we can kill the strong enemy in this war alone. How can the leader of the sect be so difficult?"

"After all, we are too weak!"

"Alas!"

The words of the thousand year old Gu song hit the disciples like countless torrents.

They bowed their heads and clenched their fists.

Some people tremble and seem to be crying.

Yeah!

In the whole ethereal sect, the two top combat forces, Ye Feng and fox imperial concubine, are the real ones.

As for others, even Shenyuan realm is not.

Without teaching and Dharma protection, any Shenyuan realm is enough to sweep the ethereal sect.

"I must practice hard!"

Jia Yulan clenched Bei's teeth.

Yan Ruyu is crying.

She looked at the light curtain on the mountain wall and could see Ye Feng's motionless back. She also mistakenly thought he was dying.

"Send me to the king's capital. Even if I die, I want to milk the leader!"

Yan Ruyu roared.

However, no one mastered the transmission order, and Yan Ruyu was destined not to arrive at Wangdu square.

In the crowd.

Wang Xuanping frowned.

"Ye Feng is about to die when he was hit by the ancestor of the tree demon in the way of dying together?"

She looked around and felt touched when she looked at the ethereal people who were angry, crying, sad and militant.

"I have to admit that Ye Feng's popularity is too high."

"In the ethereal sect, almost all the disciples regarded him as a God and believed in him."

"Perhaps this is the charm of a palm teacher!"

Wang Xuanping admitted.

Even in the opposite of Ye Feng, she still admires him.

……

Wangdu square.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Almost half of the people think Ye Feng is dead.

this moment.

Ye Feng stared at the sky with wide eyes and empty eyes, like a man who was about to come to the end of his life.

"It's a good move to 'incarnate the Tao and die together'!"

Ye Feng was shocked.

Of course he didn't die.

Just now, the golden vine penetrated his body, and a strange force stirred wildly in his body.

At that moment, Ye Feng found that his cultivation power was assimilated by the power of golden vines, resonated and exploded.

Fortunately, he immediately withdrew from the state of returning to one Qi and divided the power of cultivation into five other forces.

Since then, the crisis has been lifted.

However, the residual strength was still very fierce, which hurt his body, and even the palms of the two great ancestors around him were punctured.

"Fortunately, I have no real power of cultivation."

"If someone else had only half a step to break the virtual level of cultivation, he would be detonated by this force and die completely."

"Hey, hey!"

"This is the advantage of no cultivation!"

Ye Feng secretly rejoiced.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, he coughed violently.

This was the injury caused by the previous explosion in his body, which made him pale and suffered heavy damage.

However, it will be all right after a period of rest.

Hearing the cough, everyone stared.

It seems that Ye Feng is still saved!

"Headmaster ye?"

"You... Are you okay?"

Over the silent Wangdu square, the cough sounded like thunder, which attracted everyone's eyes.

"Listen to this voice, leader Ye doesn't seem to be dead?"

Someone said subconsciously.

Others ignored this person's rudeness, but focused their eyes on Ye Feng.

"Cough, cough..."

Ye Feng continued to cough and his body finally moved.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes were ready to crack.

"Leader Ye is not dead!"

"Or he's not dead yet."

"Oh, what a mess we think!"

As soon as they clapped their heads, they felt that their brains were almost short circuited, and they had begun to think nonsense.

"Headmaster, are you... Are you okay?"

Fox imperial concubine, Moying, Gong Qingqiu, Li Zilong, Qiao Jiaxi and others have come to Ye Feng. They quickly take out all kinds of pills and carefully feed him to eat.

Lingyue, the queen of the crossbeam demon country, the third prince and others also came nearby, with a worried face.

"I can't die yet." Ye Fengdao.

He was really hurt.

But it's not fatal.

I'm not pretending to be pale now.

He blinked, and his empty eyes suddenly became deep, like a bright starry sky.

"It's all right!"

The two ancestors breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, Ye Feng fought side by side with them. The ancestor of the tree demon divided the soul. He has been regarded as a "comrade in arms" and "friend". At the same time, he is also his own person.

He didn't die. They were both happy.

"Headmaster, why can't I feel any cultivation breath on you?" Liang Wanfen's crying eyes were red. She closed her lips tightly and handed a healing medicine to Ye Feng's mouth.

"I have no accomplishments..." Ye Feng whispered subconsciously.

As soon as he said this, the whole audience was silent.

"What?"

"Leader Ye has no accomplishments?"

"Do you mean that leader Ye's cultivation has been abolished?"

Hearing the speech, they inadvertently misinterpreted Ye Feng's meaning and quickly spread it, causing a sensation.

Most people think that although Ye Feng saved his life, he lost his cultivation and is no longer the top power that once crushed the soul of the ancestor of the tree demon.

Smell speech, leaf maple mouth corner a smoke.

God's special cultivation has been abolished!

I'm at my peak except for a little injury, okay?

He was about to make an excuse.

However, as soon as Ye Feng's words reached his throat, he swallowed them.

"Yes!"

"I'm pretending to decorate to lose everything. Those mysterious forces plotting our ethereal sect... For example, the Soul Eater undercover will start to act recklessly."

"In this way, I can follow the vine."

"Wonderful!"

Ye Feng thought clearly and soon thought of a clever plan for Yin people.

"Headmaster ye, are your accomplishments really gone?" The two great ancestors stared with incredible faces.

Ye Feng was silent.

He thought for a moment and sighed, "in fact, my cultivation is lost. However, I still have the power of spirit to mobilize, at least a little self-protection."

"However, I'm afraid my strength is less than one ten thousandth of my peak."

"Alas..."

Ye Feng sighed deeply.

He has a sad face and excellent acting skills.

Hearing the speech, the disciples of the ethereal sect had a sour nose. Looking at Ye Feng, they couldn't help but feel the sadness of the end of the hero.