"It turns out that this kind of strange flower grows in the forbidden area!"
Ye Chenfeng is well aware of the power of the death mandala. At the beginning, Xia Wendie used the death mandala to complete her transformation. If she can get it, she can take this strange flower to Tianjiefang to trade what she likes.
"I don't know what the guardian of this death mandala is?"
The more precious the strange object, the stronger the guardian object. Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul and turned it into eight soul swords suspended above his head, slowly approaching the past.
"Well, there is no guardian?"
When walking three meters away from the death mandala, Ye Chenfeng unexpectedly found that there was no guardian around the death mandala.
"It seems that the real guardian of this death mandala is itself!"
Staring at the mandala covered with death thorns, Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul of the three-star Taoist condensed a big hand and grabbed it.
Seeing the soul's big hand grabbing the death mandala, a powerful force of death was released from the death mandala, turning into a huge tree shadow, swaying the death tree shadow, and hitting the soul's big hand.
"Crack!"
The moment the soul's big hand was hit by the shadow of the death tree, it shattered like glass. The shadow of the tree entangled in the air of death was like a broken bamboo, and slammed Ye Chenfeng fiercely, and the terrible power of death forced him back.
Although Ye Chenfeng's soul is strong enough, but the defense of the soul body is too weak, once it is hit by the tree shadow condensed by the death mandala, it is bound to be severely injured.
"How do I get this death mandala?"
Ye Chenfeng floated in the distance, staring at the death mandala, thinking about the way to pick it.
After trying to no avail, he summoned the Death Flame Fire and prepared to forcibly pick the Death Mandala.
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng's powerful soul felt the appearance of eight powerful soul breaths, and he raised his brows, revealing a sly smile, thinking from his heart.
"boom!"
Ye Chenfeng slammed another palm across the air, slamming the death mandala fiercely, and had a fierce confrontation with the death tree shadow, causing a huge commotion.
The next moment, his body flickered slightly, and he hid in a bush in the distance, restraining his soul power.
Ye Chenfeng had just hidden himself, and the powerful eight soul breaths flew over quickly when they heard the movement. When they saw the death mandala through the shattered restraint, their eyes immediately showed hot colors, and they didn't even think about it. Thinking, immediately flew into the broken restriction.
"It's really a death mandala. If we can pick this flower, we will definitely make a lot of money after we go out!" A slightly bloated man narrowed his eyes and said excitedly.
"Let's go, let's work together to pick the death mandala!" The gray-clothed old man at the head sensed the surroundings, but didn't notice the existence of Ye Chenfeng, and immediately approached the death mandala, wanting to pick it forcibly.
At this time, feeling a few people approaching, the death mandala once again condensed the tree of death and fought with them.
"Let's fight, just consume more of the spiritual power of the death mandala!" Ye Chenfeng, who was hiding in the bushes, showed a sly look and waited patiently.
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"Hold on, don't give up, we will be able to disperse this death tree shadow in no time, and get the death mandala!"
Controlling a powerful soul and violently attacking a stick of incense, the eight of them consumed a lot of time, but in order to pick the death mandala, they did not give up. They gritted their teeth and persisted bitterly. The mandala was picked.
Under the persistent attack of the eight people, the shadow of the tree of death was finally scattered by the eight people.
But the next moment, the death mandala filled with blood light suddenly shook, and the death thorns growing on the leaves flew out like a rain of swords, attacking the eight people close at hand.
"Chi Chi Chi!"
The eight people who couldn't dodge in time were stabbed by sharp death thorns one after another, their souls were pierced directly, and they fell to the surroundings with a howl, almost losing the ability to fight again.
"good chance!"
Grasping the moment when the shadow of the death tree was shattered and the death mandala shot out the death thorn, Ye Chenfeng shot out of the bushes, and the soul power of his whole body quickly gathered to form a big soul hand, with a mountain-like sense of oppression, ruthlessly Severely oppressed towards the death mandala.
Sudden attack, the death mandala swayed immediately, releasing the power of death to resist the attack of the big hand of the soul.
But at this time, when it was at its weakest, the power of death it released could not resist Ye Chenfeng's powerful hand of soul.
"The sword of death, cut!"
Ye Chenfeng moved his mind, and thirty-six soul swords broke out of his body, pierced into the ground around the death mandala, and circling around to cut the fertile stratum, trying to uproot the death mandala.
"Squeak!"
Seeing that he was about to be dug out by the roots by Ye Chenfeng, the death mandala let out an ear-piercing scream, swaying his body desperately, venting a large amount of death light, forming a vortex sweeping the world, making a final fight .
However, without the shadow of the tree of death and the thorn of death shot out, the death mandala in the weakening stage could not resist the soul of Ye Chenfeng's three-star Daoist at all.
In the end, the death vortex was dispersed by Ye Chenfeng, and it was also uprooted by Ye Chenfeng.
Leaving the nourishing land, the death mandala became weaker, and Ye Chenfeng controlled the soul power, completely imprisoned it, and took it into the soul body.
"I owe you a favor, you can let me do something here for you for free!"
Ye Chenfeng floated in front of the seriously injured old man in gray who was pierced by the thorn of death and said in a low voice.
Although there is no need for pity on the way of cultivating Taoism, Ye Chenfeng is unwilling to owe favors to others, let alone provoke too many enemies to Wangtian Pavilion, so he wants to repay the favor.
"Your Excellency's soul has reached Nirvana!"
Feeling the strong sense of oppression emanating from Ye Chenfeng's soul body, the strongest, the gray-clothed old man who had reached the Nirvana state of human soul showed surprise. He was surprised that Ye Chenfeng had such a terrifying soul at his age.