"Clear the eyes, stroke a song." Ye Fei's face was calm, and while he spoke, he moved to sit down in front of the stone table.

At the same time, the undulating sound of the piano floated under the ancient tree, with a bit of ethereal sadness, which made people feel moved.

In front of the stone table under the tree, Mu Feng laughed, casually lifted the wine jug on the table, put it down and took a sip.

"Brother Ye, what you just saw is not illusory, it just happened thousands of years ago, when it was just an ordinary mountain tribe here."

"And I'm just just an ordinary hunter." Mu Feng's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and the expression on his face revealed an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

When Ye Fei heard this, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, so the person in front of him didn't survive for thousands of years.

This is obviously impossible, unless the strength of this wood wind reaches the legendary True Immortal Realm, it is impossible to cross the rules of the Ninety-Nine Extreme, even if it is a strong person who has survived the Nine Heavenly Tribulations, the longevity is only a thousand years.

Unless you realize the way of the true immortal and achieve an immortal body, you can live with heaven and earth.

"Are you a soul cultivator?" Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, and he spoke at this time.

He didn't know the way of soul cultivation, maybe there was something strange about it, and he could break through the limit of the ninety-nine extreme.

"I ...... It's a soul slave. ”

"Where are there any soul cultivators, Penglai ancient cultivators, they are all soul slaves." Mu Feng smiled miserably, lifted the flask and took another big sip, his eyes full of helplessness.

At the stone table, Ye Fei's heart trembled, and his eyes couldn't help but glow.

If it is really as the person in front of him said, there is no soul cultivation in this world, and in this space, all the soul cultivation is strong soul slaves, then who is the master of these soul slaves?

If there are slaves, there must be masters.

But since stepping into the second layer of this Heavenly Palace Treasure Vault, Ye Fei has traveled all the way, except for seeing soul cultivators with different strengths, he has not noticed other different forces.

Excluding these outsiders, there are only soul slaves here, and it seems that there is no owner at all.

"What you just saw is the memory of the ancient Jianmu, and I used the power of the ancient wood to repair your injuries, which made you fall into the illusion realm." Mu Feng was silent for a moment before speaking again.

When Ye Fei heard this, he reacted, and the injuries on his body, I don't know when, had already healed.

The spiritual power in his body is majestic, and it seems to be a little more refined vaguely, as long as he is given a little time, it is obviously only a matter of time before he steps into the late Yuan Infant stage.

"Thank you." Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, and then raised his hand to speak.

Mu Feng just chuckled, then waved his hand lightly and said, "It's a gesture, Mu is not without plans, I want to make a deal with you." ”

In front of the stone table, Mu Feng glanced at Ye Fei deeply at this time, and the smile on his face was still the same, and there was hardly too much change.

When Ye Fei heard this, a fine light flashed in his eyes at the same time, and his face showed a look of thought.

"Deal."

"Before that, you should tell Ye who you are." Ye Fei did not agree, but then asked rhetorically.

The strength of the person in front of him is unfathomable, even Ye Fei, who is in his heyday at the moment, can't see through this wood wind, whether it is a soul cultivator or a real monk, it can be seen that his strength is far superior to Ye Fei.

In the second layer of the Heavenly Palace Treasure Vault, according to the information obtained before, it was roughly divided into four main cities.

Respectively, wind, fire, water, earth, and the four cities, these four city lords, led by the four soul emperors, have been in constant war for many years, and the person in front of them is at least the level of the soul emperor, except for the wind city, it must be one of the remaining three main cities.

"My name is Mu Feng."

"I am the soul emperor you call in your mouth, but I don't belong to the four main cities, and this tribe is Mu's territory." Mu Feng spoke slowly, raised his hand and pointed not far ahead.

As they looked at the place, the tribe of thousands of years ago was in the sight of the two of them.

Within the tribe, Mu Xi, Wang Feng, and Uncle Wang Jian, who was already in Ye Fei's memory, could feel their breath at this moment.

"The fifth main city...... Ye Fei muttered in a low voice, and at this time he understood a little.

The strength of this wood wind has the level of a soul emperor, but it is different from the soul emperor of those great city lords, this person does not seem to like war, but has been quiet in the illusion of ancient building wood for many years.

The tribes not far from the rear, except for Mu Feng, the rest of the people were only remnants of spirits, shrouded by Jianmu's spiritual power, causing them to gather but not disperse, but they had died thousands of years ago after all.

"What do you want Ye to do?" Ye Fei pondered for a while, then asked.

Penglai Immortal Island, what happened thousands of years ago, Ye Fei didn't know very well, but the person in front of him, with the power of a soul emperor and an ancient building wood, was actually willing to calm down in a dream, which made him a little moved.

Mu Feng's strength is not weak with any Soul Emperor, and with the addition of Ancient Jianmu, he can easily occupy one side.

"Your Red Fairy Bamboo Flute can pass through the Immortal Gate."

"I want you, take them out of Penglai, the people of my clan don't want to be slaves." Mu Feng showed a serious look on his face at this time, looked up at Ye Fei, and said in a low voice.

As long as this space is left, one day he will be a soul slave, and this wood wind is the best example, even if he owns the ancient building wood, he can't escape the fate of being a slave.

The remnants of the dead, in the second layer of this treasure house, will follow that path without choice over time.

"Don't hide it from Brother Ye, the spiritual power of the ancient Jianmu is about to be exhausted, and when the time comes, all of my tribesmen will become soul slaves." Mu Feng sighed secretly and spoke again.

Hearing this, Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, and then nodded slightly.

"It's not difficult."

"However, what Ye wants, you must know it too." Ye Fei glanced deeply at the person in front of him, and responded in a low voice at this time.

He entered this place in order to get the source of immortality, Lan Fei was still waiting for him to wake up, as for what happened in this Penglai thousands of years ago, Ye Fei really didn't bother to pay attention to it.

As long as he gets the Immortal Root, he will hardly hesitate too much, and will choose to leave this place directly.

"Mu understands."

"Immortal Origin, I don't have it, and neither do the four soul emperor city lords of Penglai, this kind of anti-heaven thing is not something that mortals can refer to, in my memory, for thousands of years, only one person has ever obtained this treasure."

Mu Feng's face was calm, and after glancing at Ye Fei, he slowly spoke.

"What you are talking about is the Daoqing in front of the immortal gate." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but think of the old man who passed on him to turn the stars and gave him the Red Fairy Bamboo Flute.

That Dao Qing is strong, I am afraid that it is far beyond the Soul Emperor City Lord in this space, and this person is even very likely to be the only person who survived the Penglai Tribulation thousands of years ago.

Such a strong person is almost no different from a true immortal, and how strong it is is not something that Ye Fei can guess.

"Well, it's Daoqing Immortal Monarch, on the red fairy flute in your hand, I can feel the breath of Immortal Monarch, proving that he is still alive."

"You put my people into the bamboo flute, and after you leave here, you can use the bamboo flute as a medium to bring the remnants of my clan out of Penglai, but this bamboo flute immortal treasure will also be damaged." Mu Feng didn't hide it, and responded directly.

To put it simply, Ye Fei could take these remnant spirits out, but at the cost of the Red Fairy Bamboo Flute in his hand.

In front of the stone table, Ye Fei fell silent for a while after listening, he would not leave this place until he got the source of immortality, and the red fairy bamboo flute, that Dao Qing did not explicitly say that he wanted to give it to him.

Maybe after finding the person this person is looking for, the red fairy bamboo flute will be taken away by the other party.

"Ye will consider this matter."

"As far as I know, I, an outsider, can get a source of immortality if I break 10,000 merit points, is this true or false?" Ye Fei thought for a moment, then asked.

If there was no source of immortality in the hands of the Soul Emperor, the people in the Hidden Gate would be under his command, and it would be of almost no significance.

Inside, there must be some secrets that even Mengyuan and others don't know very well.

"Fake, the merit breaks 10,000 points, and in exchange for it, it's just a slave soul seal."

"Otherwise, how can those strong people who have surpassed the realm of Tongshen not enter Penglai, Huaxia martial arts have been inherited for thousands of years, although Penglai was destroyed, but there are still many descendants in the world who have risen in the years."

Mu Feng chuckled lightly and said directly.

When Ye Fei heard this, his complexion couldn't help but change slightly, until this moment, he suddenly realized that he still knew very little about the martial arts world.

In the Huaxia Martial Arts Realm, the three top hidden sects, Mengyuan, Yuechen and others, it seems that they are already standing at the peak of the martial arts, but thinking about the thousand-year-old inheritance of the martial arts world, how can there be no powerhouses who have surpassed the Tongshen Realm.

And these people, apart from the restriction of longevity, there must be many people who are still alive in the world.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fei couldn't help but shake his head slightly, leaving these things behind for the time being, the only thing he cared about most now was the source of immortality.

"Mu Feng, since that Qing Immortal Monarch has obtained the source of immortality, it must be the existence of this treasure."

"I also hope that Brother Mu will tell me truthfully that Ye will definitely keep his promise and take your people out of here." Ye Fei's face showed a serious look on his face at this time, and at the same time raised his hand towards the person in front of him.

No matter what the price is, the immortal source Ye Fei can be said to be inevitable.

Under the ancient tree, in front of the stone table, Mu Feng chuckled, grabbed the wine jug in his hand and took a sip.

"According to legend, in the middle of Penglai, in the far east, there is an immortal bridge, and the source of immortality is located at the end of the immortal bridge." Mu Feng put down the wine jug and glanced up at Ye Fei, his voice was very flat.

At the stone table in front of him, Ye Fei heard this, and his face suddenly showed excitement.

In this way, he only needs to find the Immortal Bridge to find the source of immortality, and then Lan Fei will be able to wake up, and it is impossible for the Daoqing Immortal Monarch outside the Immortal Gate to deceive him in this matter.

"The land of the extreme east, where is it, I hope Brother Mu will tell me." Ye Fei stood up at this time, and he couldn't hold back in his heart, and wanted to leave the journey to find it.