Jiang Yixue's expression was exactly the same as that of the middle-aged man, wooden and dull. Ye Feng secretly looked at her with his divine eyes and found that there was also a very thin black gas floating in her sea of consciousness. She was also controlled by that evil black gas.
Ye Feng was about to rush over and carry Jiang Yixue down from the steep rock, but a powerful evil aura blocked her and Jiang Yixue.
It turned out to be Taoist Chongxu. He looked like a ghost, with his right hand broken at the shoulder. The broken end was covered with black gelatinous substance, and protruding black veins stretched from his neck to his forehead.
His left hand no longer looked like a hand. His fingers were as black as ink, and his nails were as sharp as the claws of a wild beast.
Ye Feng looked at Taoist Chongxu coldly. At first, he thought that Taoist Chongxu was practicing the evil blood magic skill, which was why he turned into a demon like this.
But now it seems that it was not the effect of the Blood Demon Power, but the work of the black shadow in the cave. No one knows when, the black shadow penetrated into Taoist Chongxu's body and gradually turned him into a demon.
There was no longer the aura of an ancient martial artist in Taoist Chongxu's body, but it was filled with the evil, cold, and terrifying aura of the black shadow.
What Ye Feng was facing was no longer Taoist Chongxu, but a terrifying and evil spirit hiding in a human body.
A surge of anger exploded from Ye Feng's chest. Facing the violent and powerful dark aura in Taoist Chongxu's body, the blood of the ancient gods reacted immediately, as if gasoline had been ignited, and it suddenly burned fiercely.
The divine power expanded and increased rapidly with every breath.
Considering Jiang Yixue's safety, Ye Feng did not take action and suppressed the furious fighting spirit in his heart.
Ye Feng tried to calm himself down and asked tentatively, "Are you a weapon spirit?"
When Taoist Chongxu opened his mouth, a disgusting stench came out of his mouth, and his voice was as cold as hell: "How can I be a weapon spirit? I am a god."
Ye Feng felt even more depressed. If the other party was a spirit of an artifact, it would be easier to deal with him, but the other party claimed to be a god.
"God? Is there a God as evil as you?"
"There is no evil or good in our world, only the laws of nature."
"You kidnapped Jiang Yixue, what do you want to do?"
"I'm going to punish you. You destroyed my shelter and hurt me."
"If you want to punish me, just punish me, don't hurt my friends."
"I want your body too."
"You want my body? What do you mean?"
"Hehe, your body has been refined by the dragon's breath flames, and you have the blood of the ancient gods. I am the soul of a god, and I want to be reborn through your body."
"What if I don't agree?"
"You know the result."
As Taoist Chongxu grinned, Jiang Yixue, who was standing on the rock, suddenly took a stiff step toward the edge of the cliff. Her body staggered and she almost fell into the abyss.
Ye Feng was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and gnashed his teeth in hatred: "You are so despicable, I swear, I will kill you."
Taoist Chongxu laughed, like a night owl, very unpleasantly, and with endless threats: "How ridiculous! You are about to cease to exist, and you still want to kill me. Can you kill me? You have already tried it in the cave, and the final result is that I occupy your body and become the new ancient god. Let me enter your body quickly, otherwise, I will kill this girl."
The key right now is to ensure Jiang Yixiu's safety, and the only way is that Ya Ling cannot control Jiang Yixiu.
Ye Feng took a deep breath and made a decision: "Come on, as long as you don't hurt Jiang Yixue, my body is yours, come and take it away."
Seeing Ye Feng give in, Taoist Chongxu looked extremely proud: "That's good. I promise, I will make you disappear quietly and you won't feel any pain."
Taoist Chongxu suddenly trembled all over, then closed his eyes and fell down stiffly.
A black shadow emerged from the mouth and nose of Taoist Chongxu, condensed without dispersing, and transformed into a human figure, shooting towards Ye Feng in an ethereal manner.
Ye Feng did not resist, but sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and lowered his curtains, like an old monk in meditation, and gently opened his mouth.
The black gas was like a hungry wolf that had spotted a lamb. It roared into Ye Feng's seven orifices and poured into his body.
The black gas was like a black snake, entering Ye Feng's sea of consciousness with ease.
This reveals the true face.
He was a handsome young man with a perfect face and a strong body, but his face was too gloomy and had an evil look on his face.
Ye Feng calmly looked at the young demon who wanted to take over his position and sensed his evil and cold aura.
"What race are you? A demon or a god?"
The young man sneered sinisterly: "What is a god and what is a demon? Since ancient times, the winners are kings and the losers are bandits. In my heart, we are gods and you are demons."
"After today, you don't have to worry about what is God or what is the devil, because everything you have will be mine, and you are just a glass of water that nourishes me."
Ye Feng sneered and said, "What a coincidence. This is what I wanted to say to you. Since you have come to my sea of consciousness, I will imprison you here forever so that you cannot go out and harm others."
The evil spirit then understood Ye Feng's motive for letting it enter the sea of consciousness. He wanted to lure the enemy deeper into his sea of consciousness and imprison it in his own sea of consciousness, making it unable to control Jiang Yixue.
It burst into a weird laugh.
"You are so arrogant. I have seen many ancient gods who are more powerful than you, gods in the Real Star Realm and the Real Moon Realm, and they don't dare to say that. You are just a newborn god in the Virtual Star Realm, and you dare to say that you can imprison me. How shameless."
The young evil spirit rushed towards Ye Feng with a sky full of black air, trying to strangle Ye Feng's thoughts in his sea of consciousness.
Ye Feng felt a strong pressure. This powerful willpower was several times stronger than Master Mingyue's, and it almost made him give up the idea of resistance.
A frenzy of fighting spirit rose from my chest.
The divine power within the godhead, under the guidance of the gods' secret arts and war, increased exponentially like the Yangtze River bursting its banks.
It was a domineering and war force that shook the heavens and the earth and made the gods and ghosts weep.
A fighting spirit that cannot be saved regardless of life or death or reincarnation.
An undying will to split mountains and destroy everything, war.
"The waves surge, the waves break, the rocks burst, and the flames ignite."
The four postures of the Thai king, all in one go.
Nine layers of waves surged, shattering the black energy around the evil spirit into pieces.
He pierced the stone with one finger, his finger was like picking up a flower, and he concentrated all his strength on his fingertips. He pointed it out suddenly, like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky and splitting the thick black air.
The evil spirit then discovered that Ye Feng, a member of the Xuxing God clan with a newborn godhood, was not as weak as he had imagined. His strength was actually comparable to his own. It was not possible for him to destroy Ye Feng for the time being.
The moment he performed the fourth style of overlapping combustion, Ye Feng felt that the divine power in his body seemed to explode, expanding extremely, endlessly and with incomparable power.
Boom, boom, boom! Ye Feng's sea of consciousness was surging with wind and clouds, exploding like the sky was collapsing and the earth was breaking apart.
(End of this chapter)