Not far from the rear, Hei Sha had already retreated dozens of meters away at this time, and when he saw the Holy Clan High Priest being punched, his face suddenly showed an incredible look.

"Afterimage... He.... When he did it with me before, he didn't use all his strength at all! The black voice trembled slightly, and the shock in his eyes was indescribable.

With speed alone, he can bring out the afterimage, which is vaguely beyond the scope of the ability to build the foundation realm.

When it comes to the realm of martial arts, most of the strength and physical enhancement under the transformation realm are there, while the transformation realm grandmaster has the qi to protect the body.

Looking at the Grandmaster from a distance, the strong person has a magical spiritual sense, but he can increase his speed to the extreme, and bring out the afterimage in mid-air, it is estimated that only the innate realm can do it.

On the ground, the high priest shouted angrily, quickly stabilized his figure, and once again stepped into the air, his face grim.

"Foreign junior, you have successfully provoked the old man, not only do you want to die today, but these slave people will also be buried with you!" The high priest's face was angry, and he stared at Ye Fei and shouted loudly.

I saw that after he finished speaking, the momentum on his body condensed again, and at the same time that he attracted the coercion of the Holy Clan, the black mist around this person's body was filled, and the surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a cold aura.

"Summon my Holy Clan's Supreme Treasure Witch Knife and slay this son." The high priest said something in his mouth, and the black lines on his face suddenly faded a little.

As he moved, under the shroud of the power of the thousand-year-old saint clan, the black mist around him quickly condensed, turning into a ring knife in the shape of a crescent.

The ghostly light above the blade flickered, and it could be seen that the incomparably cold was pressing, and under the thousand-year-old coercion of the Holy Clan, it was even more imposing.

Ye Fei in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still the same, there was no fear on his face, and the battle intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Blood thunder, coagulation." A low shout echoed all around, and Ye Fei raised his hand to the sky.

At this time, the true yuan in his body turned to the extreme, and while the momentum on his body continued to rise, the corners of his mouth also overflowed with blood.

It's just that these Ye Fei don't seem to care, since he has already used the technique of increasing his strength, his only goal now is to bombard the person in front of him.

The blood-red lightning and thunder dyed the entire sky red, if the witch sword sacrificed by the high priest of the Holy Clan was cold and powerful, then the thunder power that Ye Fei used at this time was evil and bloodthirsty.

Both forces make people tremble, and they shudder at a glance.

"If you borrow the momentum, you dare to show it in front of Ye." Ye Fei smiled evilly, the blood thunder above his head had already condensed, and his gaze locked on the person in front of him at the same time.

Before the words fell, the fingertips fell, and the blood-colored thunder in the sky exploded, and they suddenly rushed to it, and the speed was unimaginable.

In the mid-air ahead, the figure of the High Priest, along with the witch sword, was wrapped in a swarm of blood-colored thunder, leaving almost no gaps.

"What kind of Taoism is this!"

"The old man is not convinced, the witch knife will cut me off..."The high priest felt the destructive power in the thunder explosion, and the calm and calm before had long disappeared without a trace.

Within the blood-colored lightning, the High Priest controlled the witch sword, constantly slashing at the power of the thunder that blocked him.

A deafening muffled sound, with the swing of the knife, came from the blood thunder and lightning, but it was impossible to break through at all.

The ground was dark, his eyes widened at this time, and he already had a retreat in his heart, even the witch knife couldn't cut through the blood thunder, and he couldn't do anything at the moment.

"Go back to the Holy Clan first, and report this matter to the Holy Son, this Ye Fei is by no means an idle person, and it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time." A fine light flashed in the black eye, and then the black mist on his body swirled, quietly retreating towards the rear.

It's just that he seems to ignore the speed that Ye Fei can burst out in this state, and before he can unfold his spell, he only feels a sharp pain in his chest.

Entangled with the black man, he was directly smashed into the trunk of an ancient tree behind him, and a human shape was printed.

In the place where Fang Cai was standing, a figure glowing red suddenly appeared, it was Ye Fei, after a punch was thrown, he immediately raised his hand and waved, and a blood thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air.

"If you move, Ye guarantees that you won't live for more than two seconds." The cold voice slowly reached the ears of the black devil.

Inside the trunk of the tree, Hei Sha spurted out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly felt a chill behind him, and the breath on his body was quickly restrained, and his body did not dare to move at all, and he didn't even dare to step out of the trunk, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

After Ye Fei finished speaking, the figure disappeared again, and the next moment it appeared in mid-air, before the blood-colored thunder, he raised his eyes to look at the high priest in front of him.

Just a moment of hesitation, his gaze suddenly cold, the killing intent in his eyes surged, and the true yuan in his body poured out, and at the same time, he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his palm into a fist.

The blood-colored thunder in front of him, as if stimulated by something, began to shrink rapidly inward, and it was about to drown the high priest.

"Junior, the old man is the high priest of the Holy Clan, if you kill my Holy Son, you will definitely be broken into ten thousand pieces!" The High Priest's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but shout at this time.

The thunderbolts that contracted around him did not slow down because of his roar, but contracted a little faster.

"When I kill you, Ye will go to meet the Holy Son you said for a while, and this person will be buried with you." Ye Fei whispered, and the pouring of true yuan all over his body more than doubled in an instant.

Before his words fell, he saw a blood-colored thunderbolt in front of him, which suddenly collapsed inward, instantly condensing into a thunderball.

And the high priest of the Holy Clan, without making the slightest sound, the whole person, along with the corpse, was crushed by this violent force, which can be said to be a thorough death.

After dealing with the high priest, the blood qi on Ye Fei's body slowly weakened, and his figure immediately fell to the ground.

"Heisha, don't let Ye get out yet." After the blood thunder dissipated, Ye Fei turned his head and swept towards the ancient tree behind him.

The reason why he didn't kill this person for the time being naturally had his purpose, that Holy Clan Holy Son had already appeared in Ye Fei's must-kill list at this time.

Inside the trunk of the tree, a black figure appeared, and after he glanced at Ye Fei in front of him, the momentum on his body suddenly condensed.

"Ye Fei, now you think that you are at the end of a strong crossbow, and you still dare to be arrogant in front of this evil!" Heisha's strength was already good, so he could naturally see Ye Fei's state at this time.

If it was before, he was afraid that he would not hesitate to take advantage of this son's poor state and directly attack, but now after seeing Ye Fei's methods, he didn't dare to rush forward at this moment.

"Kill you, two seconds is enough, you can be trusted..." Ye Fei's face remained unchanged, and although the aura on his body was a little chaotic, the spirit in his eyes was moving.

"I..." Hei Sha's body trembled, and he was a little speechless for a while, and he didn't dare to look directly at the eyes of the person in front of him.

After just a moment of hesitation, he sighed secretly, and the momentum on his body disappeared immediately, and finally he didn't dare to make a move on Ye Fei.

Once he is defeated, he is afraid that he will definitely die, and now this Ye Fei seems to have no intention of killing him, maybe he still has a chance to save his life, and under the trade-off, the black demon completely gave up resisting.

After Ye Fei glanced at the person in front of him, he turned around and walked slowly towards the tribe.

As soon as the high priest of the Holy Clan died, the physical condition of these people in the tribe did not seem to improve at all, and as time passed, the vitality in their bodies was slowly dissipating.

It's just that without the control of black magic, the tribesmen quickly regained their senses, and everyone's faces were almost bloodless.

In addition to these clansmen who temporarily saved their lives, the corpses of those dead clansmen were also lying on the ground at this time, and a sense of sadness instantly enveloped the entire tribe.

"Ye Fei, Xiao Yi, her." Han Yanran looked up at Ye Fei, who was leaving, and said in a low voice.

In her arms, the simple and kind little girl had her eyes closed at the moment, her body trembled from time to time, and the black qi coming out of her body became more and more intense.

Ye Fei showed a bitter look on his face, stretched out his hand to take the little girl, and at the same time, a pure true yuan was condensed in his palm, and the palm gently caressed Zhen and integrated into Xiao Yi's body.

The power of the true yuan of the strong foundation can be said to be not to be underestimated, the power of snatching up in the little girl began to give up the devouring of essence blood, and instead absorbed Ye Fei into the true yuan, and the little girl's face improved a lot.

Fortunately, the speed of this devouring was not fast, and with Ye Fei's strength, he was able to easily stabilize it.

After suppressing the power in the little girl's body, Ye Fei looked up at the tribe in front of him, his gaze fell on Ah Xiu, and he couldn't help but shake his head gently.

As he looked over, he saw that Ah Xiu's body at this time was also exuding bursts of black gas, and the power that had been pulled out by Ye Fei was obviously extremely weird as if he had been reborn.

"Can you save them?" Han Yanran stared at Ye Fei with a look of anticipation on her face.

"I can't save her, it's not a disease, it's a spell..."Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a low voice.

If it was a toxin, maybe black magic, he could remove it, but if he wanted to completely clear this force, it had already been integrated into the bloodline, unless Ye Fei's strength could surpass that spellcaster.

"No, there must be some way." Han Yanran's complexion changed drastically, and then she suddenly turned her head and looked at the black demon behind her.

Heisha seemed to see this woman's thoughts, and immediately spoke: "It's useless, it's the ancestral technique of my holy clan, hidden in the bloodline of these slave people, and this technique has no solution in the world. ”

Han Yanran's body trembled after hearing this, and she subconsciously took two steps back, and her face instantly turned as white as paper.

Ye Fei didn't say anything, and after glancing at the black man, he turned around and walked to the tribe's grandfather, and then took out a white pill from the storage ring.

Without any hesitation, Ye Fei put the pill into the old man's mouth, and then urged Zhenyuan to dissolve the medicinal power.

The body that was overconsumed by the tribe Ah Gong was actually recovering at an incredible speed at this time, and the breath on his body became stable at the same time.