Chapter 845 The Disappearing Martial Spirit

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Yin Jiuyi never thought that Ye Feng, who was so powerful in martial arts, would actually be a master of spiritual power.

Caught off guard, he felt as if something had stabbed him in the head, and immediately felt dizzy and painful, which made him unable to help but stagnate his Yin power.

"Good opportunity!"

Ye Feng seized the opportunity at this moment.

With a rumble, the "Blue Crow Ghost Fire" soared out of his body, transformed into a firebird with wings spread, and flew towards Yin Jiuyi's body.

At the same time, the "Ten Directions Eight Diagrams Fist" in his hand also shone brightly, breaking through the Yin Qi defense and invading the black cloud.

A crack spread from the inside of the black light ball, and then spread to all sides. After a loud "bang", the whole Yin Qi black cloud was shattered into pieces at this moment.

"Not good!"

As the black light ball exploded, Yin Jiuyi, who had just recovered from his unconscious state, spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could react, the firebird transformed by the "Blue Crow Ghost Fire" had already burned fiercely on his vitality armor like a maggot on his tarsal bone.

Flame is the nemesis of all yin energy, not to mention that the flame ignited by Ye Feng was the famous Blue Crow Ghost Fire on the list of strange fires.

In an instant, the vitality armor on Yin Jiuyi's body surface was completely turned into ashes. Under the burning of the strange fire, the demon's eyes went black and he fell to the ground, and his breath also quickly weakened.

Ye Feng, who had taken back the ghost fire, had his arms drooping and gasping for breath.

At this moment, Ye Feng was also in a situation where his energy was exhausted, but when he stood there and looked at Yin Jiuyi, there was a sense of pride rising.

I...actually defeated a ninth-level powerful man in the virtual realm head-on.

Although there was a glimmer of luck in winning this battle, and it was with the help of the Demon Flame Dragon Lion, Ye Feng had the last laugh anyway.

This Xuanyin Sect demon was indeed extremely powerful. If it weren't for the last moment, Ye Feng used an unpredictable mental attack to make him lose consciousness for a moment. In this competition, he might not have won.

Not to mention that he had played all his cards, he was also seriously injured, with all the bones and muscles of his left arm broken. It is easy to imagine how dangerous this battle was.

Winning is good!

Slowly recovering his vitality, Ye Feng glanced and took the opportunity to put the rolling Demon Flame Dragon Lion on the other side into the spirit beast bag.

When the dragon lion disappeared, the ghost that was wrapped around the dragon lion and absorbed the soul flew up like a headless fly. After failing to sense the message of Yin Jiuyi, the ghost "whooshed" and turned into countless black air, bursting into a shrill ghost cry in the void, like a gloomy wind dissipating, and disappeared from Ye Feng's sight.

Only at this moment did Ye Feng feel completely at ease.

If this ghost had its own intelligence, he might not be able to destroy it when he was exhausted.

He calmed down his chaotic vitality and prepared to walk towards Yin Jiuyi, who was charred all over and had a very low breath. It could be said that he was on the verge of death.

However, just as Ye Feng moved his feet, something unexpected happened in the pile of rocks in the collapsed cave not far away. A black palm-sized little man flew out from it.

The face of this little man was somewhat similar to the original Hei Ai, and his expression was panic. After seeing Yin Jiuyi lying on the ground, he was even more panicked and went straight into the other's head.

The black little man disappeared, but at this moment, Yin Jiuyi on the ground began to wriggle his fingers.

"Damn it!"

Of course, Ye Feng knew exactly what the black little man was. It was the martial soul generated by the Hei Ai magician after breaking the pill after he was promoted to the king realm.

How come this martial spirit is still there, but Wang Haoran is nowhere to be seen?

Could it be that Elder Wang has died tragically in the battle with the Dark Mist Magician?

That would be terrible.

Ye Feng knew that without the support of Wang Haoran, a powerful king, he would never be able to clear Duan Qingjiang of the injustice of Tong Mo.

In this way, everything he had done in the past few days would become useless.

He stopped where he was and looked at Yin Jiuyi not far away with a vigilant look.

After a while, this guy actually stood up unsteadily.

Although his breath was still extremely low, this action was enough to show that he was not dead yet.

Yin Jiuyi, still alive!

Forget about Wang Haoran for now, and get rid of this guy completely first.

Ye Feng ran forward a few steps and approached Yin Jiuyi to a certain distance. At this moment, although the Dark Mist martial spirit entered his body, making Yin Jiuyi resurrected from the dead, he should not have enough ability to fight again at this moment.

We must take advantage of his weakness to kill him.

Without saying anything, Ye Feng fired a "flame bomb". As the flame bomb approached Yin Jiuyi's body, a purple lightning shone into it.

He wanted to see if Yin Jiuyi could hold on!

If Yin Jiuyi, who was infused with martial spirit, just struggled to get up, then Ye Feng would be somewhat relieved. A "thunder and fire bomb" would be enough for him to completely ascend to heaven.

But if the other party was not hurt by the explosion of this thunder and fire bomb, then he would be in great danger.

Ye Feng would run away regardless of everything.

According to the remaining strength he has now, condensing a thunder and fire bomb is already the limit. He is powerless to fight again.

"Boom..."

The thunder and fire bomb exploded without any obstruction, and Yin Jiuyi was covered in blood and flesh, his hands and feet were blown to pieces, and his whole body was also blown out by the explosion.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was relieved.

Even if Yin Jiuyi came back to life, he didn't have much ability to fight back at this moment. His hands and feet were blown off by the thunder and fire bomb. Ye Feng felt that there was no need to be afraid of him.

After his heart was settled, Ye Feng's footsteps involuntarily took a few steps forward. However, just as he approached Yin Jiuyi and took out the Burning Moon Sword to chop off the head of this demon, Yin Jiuyi, who was only left with his torso and head, suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed, and a very strange smile appeared in his eyes.

The dark little man who had been immersed in his head was ejected from Yin Jiuyi's mouth at this moment. It was just a flash, and then he shot towards Ye Feng at an extremely fast speed.

"Not good!"

Instantly, Ye Feng was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He raised the little strength he had barely accumulated and retreated quickly.

But the speed of the black man was much faster than him. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown to the top of Ye Feng's head, grinning and laughing silently.

Then the man jumped high and plunged into Ye Feng's sky.

Ye Feng's eyes went dark, his mind was in chaos, and his figure was shaky. However, after just a moment of daze, he regained consciousness.

The mental power searched up and down in the sea of ​​​​gods. Ye Feng wanted to find the king-level martial spirit of the Black Mist Demon Master and drive it out, but no matter how he searched, he could not sense the trace of the black man at all.

It seemed that the strange scene just now was just an illusion...