"If you were in your heyday, Ye would naturally not be an opponent, but now you are just a wisp of remnants." Ye Fei opened in a low voice, with a look of indifference on his face.

The Ice Realm and the Thunder Realm came out together, and the power of the two realms was already completely overwhelming Wen Qian in terms of momentum at this moment.

This Wen Qian, with the remnant spirit, condensed the power of the boundary vein, which had already impressed Ye Fei a little, but in terms of the power of the boundary vein, he could be said to have the upper hand.

"Hmph, this immortal will never lose."

"Soul melting!" Wen Qian shouted, and the black tentacles that occupied half of the sky in mid-air became restless at this moment, and the momentum coming from it was constantly rising.

The gentle ghost realm, as if it had been supplemented by some power, suddenly became much stronger, and under the power of Ye Fei's two realm veins, it was hard to fight up and down.

In mid-air, Ye Fei's brows furrowed slightly, his spiritual sense stretched out, and at this moment, he could clearly feel that the warm and dry aura in the ghost realm was slowly dissipating.

"The last remnant of the power of the soul is integrated into the realm."

"You won't last long." Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, and he instantly saw through the gentle and dry means.

This is undoubtedly a desperate way of fighting, and the power of the remnants is already extremely fragile, and once it is integrated into the realm, it is destined to eventually disappear.

On the contrary, as long as he resists the power of the ghost realm, he will be able to defeat Wen Qian, but the confrontation of the power of the realm veins can be described as extremely strong and huge for his own spiritual power consumption.

"You can't beat me." Ye Fei whispered, increasing the transmission of spiritual power in his body.

The power of his two realm veins is almost as powerful as Wen Qian's ghost realm at this time, as long as he persists for a while, the final winner will naturally be Ye Fei.

But at this time, Ye Fei's heart felt a little uneasy for some reason.

"Worldly junior, this immortal asserts that you will die today." Wen Qian's voice was filled with an indescribable firmness at the moment, as if everything was in his expectation.

As time passed, the ghost tentacles in mid-air obviously appeared scattered, and they were slowly shattered by the power of thunder.

Wen Qian's voice was no longer coming, and even his breath dissipated, and after he integrated the power of the remnant soul into the realm vein, the outcome at this time was already doomed.

"Break it for Ye!" Ye Fei's face was slightly pale at this time, and the constant consumption of spiritual power made him feel very difficult.

Despite this, the aura in his eyes was still there, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed in mid-air, the power of the thunder realm and the ice realm, the two realms, under the control of Ye Fei, launched the final offensive.

The defeat was like a mountain, and in just a few breaths, the black tentacles that occupied half of the sky had already been swallowed by the power of the two realms, and finally all dissipated without a trace.

"Win, win!"

"Senior Ye is mighty......"

"A person who has already lost his way dares to be called an immortal, it is really not a pity to die." On the basin below, the disciples of the Hidden Sect all showed excitement on their faces at this moment.

As soon as this person dies, no one in the Heavenly Palace Treasury can threaten them, and now there is still a lot of time, and there are obviously a lot of heavy treasures hidden in the treasure house, and these people will definitely have to search again.

In the middle of the air in the distance, Lan Fei, Ye Ling, and several family ancestors were only slightly relieved after seeing the black tentacles dissipate.

At this time, Ye Fei's expression on his face was always solemn, and he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong, and Penglai Guxiu was by no means a stupid reckless man.

That Wen Qian knew that the power of fighting hard for the realm veins would eventually end up in the collapse of the remnant spirit, but he still did not hesitate.

This, he still has some incomprehension at this moment.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?" After Ye Fei thought for a moment, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, and his spiritual sense immediately swept out, stretching rapidly towards the surroundings.

When his spiritual sense swept to the immortal gate in front of him, Ye Fei's eyes suddenly burst out with a fine light.

"The sculpture......

"Not good." Ye Fei's complexion changed dramatically for the first time, his figure flickered, and the whole person brought out an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he stood beside Lan Fei and the others.

At this moment, the closest to the strange sculpture in the distance were Lan Fei and several ancestors of the martial arts family, and Ye Fei's spiritual sense felt that there seemed to be something in the sculpture that was slowly waking up.

That feeling made him frightened, and the rare feeling of death lingered in Ye Fei's heart.

"What, what's wrong?" Lan Fei was slightly stunned, obviously not reacting.

Tang Hao and the others around were also looking at each other at this moment, and their eyes fell on Ye Fei at the same time.

"You guys, stand away from that bluestone sculpture at once." Ye Fei didn't have time to explain at the moment, the spiritual power in his body surged out at the same time, and the power of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant was far to the extreme at this time.

This is a sense of threat that he has never felt when he stepped into the martial arts world, and the thing hidden in the bluestone sculpture gives him the feeling that it is much more terrifying than the strong man who chased him in the Dharma King Hall before.

"Well, Donald, Ling'er ......" Lan Fei reacted extremely quickly, and the spiritual power around her body turned away.

She naturally has great trust in Ye Fei, and she knows that the person in front of her will not say this for no reason.

Under the leadership of Lan Fei, the ancestor of the family in mid-air, as well as Lu Liang and Qinglong, all retreated nearly a hundred meters away at the same time within a few seconds, and the expressions on everyone's faces also became serious.

In mid-air, after everyone retreated, only Lan Fei did not leave, the black blade in her palm flashed out, and her face showed a resolute look, no matter what she sent this time, she wanted to face it with Ye Fei.

"Trespassers in Penglai, die." In the sky, there was a cold low cry.

Not far ahead, in front of the white fairy gate, above the bluestone sculpture, a dim light rushed to the sky from the top of the sculpture's head at this moment, and instantly soared into the sky.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying coercive force, like a wave, swept in all directions, as if in an instant, it was enveloping the entire Heavenly Palace Treasure House.

"Fa, what's going on?"

"This power is so terrifying, it's like a heavenly might......"

"Quick...... Retreat quickly, this kind of coercion, even if it is Yu Wei, is by no means an enemy of our ranks. ”

On the basin below, the disciples of the Hidden Sect at this moment all showed a look of horror on their faces, and the dozens of people who were close to the front didn't have time to retreat, they spurted out a mouthful of blood one after another, and fell on the basin with a whimper.

In just a few seconds, all the two hundred elite disciples of the Hidden Sect Descendants here fell directly, and only those who reacted extremely quickly barely saved their lives when they sensed that something was wrong and retreated with their whole bodies.

In mid-air, Ye Fei, who was closest to the bluestone sculpture at this time, took a few steps back, and after stabilizing his figure, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth at the same time.

"The momentum alone shocked and killed one-third of the disciples of the Hidden Sect."

Obviously, the real killing machine, this moment has just begun, Ye Fei raised his hand and stared into the air at the same time after he settled down.

Not far ahead, as the pillar of light retreated, an old man wearing an ancient pattern robe, a slightly lean figure, long half-white hair, and a long beard at the corner of his mouth appeared in his sight.

The appearance of this old man seems to be the same as that of a bluestone sculpture, and the light in his eyes is hidden, giving people a sense of not being angry and arrogant.

"Who are you?" Ye Fei resisted the terrifying coercive power at this time, looked at the air in the distance, and asked in a deep voice.

At this time, the aura he felt on this old man was undoubtedly one of the strongest coercion Ye Fei felt when he stepped into the martial arts realm.

The old man in the robe slowly lowered his head, just glanced at Ye Fei, which made him feel that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be sealed in an instant, and his body was fixed in mid-air.

"Benjun, Daoqing."

"Trespassing on Penglai, are you guilty?" The old man's voice was low, with a momentum that people didn't dare to refute, and his sharp gaze seemed to see through everything about Ye Fei.

Compared with the previous Wen Qian, the appearance of this old man was the real suppression of the audience.

The hidden disciples below lost one-third, and Lan Fei and the others in mid-air were also pale, and the spiritual power in their bodies was completely suppressed.

In the middle of the air at this time, Ye Fei's face was solemn, in front of this old man, not only the spiritual power in his body, but also his spiritual sense, as well as the power of qi and blood, were completely suppressed.

Ye Fei at this moment is almost no different from an ordinary person.

"It's not a remnant, this person is an entity!"

"Penglai Guxiu, how can you live until now......" Ye Fei kept thinking in his mind at this time, trying to find a trace of strength to resist, but he couldn't find half a point.

Spiritual power, spiritual sense, and even the source of the witch body hidden in his bloodline could not be condensed at this moment.

In the mid-air in front of him, the old man named Daoqing slowly raised his arm at this time, and a ghostly light condensed at his fingertips, pointing to the place where Ye Fei was standing.

"Benjun, give you the death penalty."

"The soul is gone, and the way is gone." The old man's face was expressionless, it was a kind of calm that was almost cold, and people did not dare to have the slightest disobedience.

When the words fell, an inch of light came out directly from the old man's fingertips, the speed didn't seem to be fast, but there was nowhere to hide, and Ye Fei's figure couldn't move for half a minute at all.

As soon as that inch appeared, a threat of death suddenly appeared in Ye Fei's heart.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that if he was hit by the power of that blow, he would have no chance of surviving, and the hard power between the two could be described as a huge difference.

Penglai Gu Xiu, according to the Wu Song of the Wu clan, these people had all died as early as five or six thousand years ago, and what kind of existence could survive to this day, Ye Fei could not imagine at the moment.

This matter has been violated for a long time, beyond the scope of martial arts.

I can't say that this old man named Daoqing has a great possibility, he is the last true immortal in this world, and he can survive a few years ago, and it is impossible for an ordinary martial arts powerhouse to do it.