Chapter 421: Ice Spirit Fruit Tree

The whole tomb suddenly became quiet.

From the appearance of Ye Chunyang, it was obvious that the man in black had died at the hands of this person. Everyone was already quite afraid of this, and the arrival of Feng Qingzi, a late-stage master of magic power, made them even more terrified.

Seeing Feng Qingzi's strange expression, Ye Chunyang secretly mobilized his magic power. Although he didn't know what this person was doing, based on their past hatred, the other party would definitely not let him go.

Ye Chunyang had been practicing in secrecy for many years, so that he could meet Feng Qingzi again one day and avenge his past hatred, but he knew that he was far from this person in terms of cultivation, and it was not the time to fight with him to the death. He had to find a way to get out as soon as possible.

He glanced at the beautiful Xue beside him, and secretly calculated in his heart.

If he wanted to get out alone, it would not be difficult, but the beautiful Xue came in with him, and he didn't have the reason to leave her alone to escape.

"Brother Ye, don't worry about me. That old ghost Feng is afraid of my master and won't kill me. You leave alone and I will find a way to leave later." Lady Xue said in a voice transmission.

Having supported each other all the way to this place, the two of them have a tacit understanding. At this moment, Lady Xue can see what Ye Chunyang is thinking from his eyes. She said this to relieve him of his worries.

"This ancient tomb and the ice valley outside are full of dangers. Even if Feng Qingzi doesn't attack you, you can't get out by yourself. Ye will never abandon you no matter what." Ye Chunyang said lightly.

Lady Xue smiled, feeling warm in her heart, and said, "Brother Ye, don't worry. I have memorized the route to the valley. It will not be difficult to leave the valley as long as I return along the original route. Besides, since I have decided to enter the Lingtian Realm, I naturally have some means to save my life."

Hearing this, Ye Chunyang was slightly startled. Lady Xue controlled the huge industry of Tiandeng Building. In some ways, she was already the person in charge of a faction. Moreover, she had been dealing with various factions for many years, which created her deep background. It was not surprising that she had some surprising means and magic weapons.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded.

Just as he was thinking secretly, a voice transmission sounded in his ears: "Brother Ye, I will deal with this old ghost later. You try to leave and don't need to think about anything else."

Ye Chunyang was startled. The person who transmitted the voice was Mo Wenxian. He looked at him in surprise.

Mo Wenxian said again: "Brother Ye, don't worry too much. Back then, I stood aside and watched outside the Hanging City, and it almost caused a big mistake. I have been unable to sleep and eat for these years. Today, I help Brother Ye just to make myself feel at ease. Besides, the Mu family and Qiankun Sword Sect have been enemies for several years. Even if I don't take action, this old ghost will not let me go easily."

Ye Chunyang pondered in silence. He didn't expect that this person would take the initiative to protect him and leave. Ye Chunyang was surprised and touched in his heart. However, he has never been a person who allows others to protect him from the wind and rain. Mo Wenxian's strength is not as good as his, let alone Feng Qingzi's opponent. It is meaningless to act rashly except to die.

He shook his head and sighed, "Brother Mo is not to blame for what happened that day. Brother Mo does not need to blame himself. I appreciate Brother Mo's kindness today, but Feng Qingzi is an old ghost with profound cultivation. You must not be his enemy. Don't sacrifice your life for me in vain."

Since coming to Chaos Demon Realm for more than ten years, Ye Chunyang has met many people, but there are not many people he can admire. This Mo Wenxian is one of them. This person is very affectionate and fearless of strong enemies. Such a kind-hearted person, Ye Chunyang naturally cannot let him die for him.

But Mo Wenxian underestimated him too much. He was able to escape from Feng Qingzi's hands when he was still at the foundation-building level, and today is even easier.

Feng Qingzi suddenly laughed and interrupted the two people's voice transmission: "Are you discussing how to get out? Don't bother anymore. This is not the Hanging City of the past. You can't escape anyway."

He has a sharp eye and knows what the two are discussing in private at a glance.

After a pause, Feng Qingzi's smile became even colder, and he said, "What's more, you have something I need on you, how can I let you go so easily?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows, what does this old ghost want to get from him?

He didn't know that just now he admitted that he was the first to come here, and Feng Qingzi immediately determined that he was the culprit who took away the Dark Frost Flower and made them face the Four-Eyed Green Toad for nothing.

However, Feng Qingzi didn't say that this was not for Ye Chunyang's sake, but there were many people here, and precious treasures like the Dark Frost Flower could not be exposed to people. After dealing with Ye Chunyang, he would slowly search for them.

And before he could think about anything, Feng Qingzi suddenly pointed his fingers after he finished speaking, and saw the light flashing in his sleeves, and the sword rang loudly, and the red-gold sword energy was suspended in the air, and the heavy spiritual pressure came straight.

"You were lucky enough to dodge a sword that year, but you won't be so lucky today, prepare to die!"

Feng Qingzi laughed grimly, and the sword gestures in his hands were displayed. The dense sword light suddenly fell down in an overwhelming manner.

This sword is not as good as the one outside the Hanging City that year. At that time, Ye Chunyang was only at the foundation-building stage. Feng Qingzi was careless and only activated 30% of his magic power. Today, he must kill this boy here, and he used 100% of his magic power. Before Ye Chunyang could activate his magic power, he heard the sharp whistling of the sword edge in his ears, and was drowned by the sword light in an instant.

With a loud "boom", the whole tomb was filled with the sound of sword energy exploding. Everyone was terrified and retreated dozens of steps. Feng Qingzi's late stage of magic power was unmatched by anyone present. They came to search for treasures and didn't want to be affected for no reason.

But at this time, Feng Qingzi looked at the place where the swords fell, with a flash of doubt in his eyes and a look of surprise on his face.

At this moment, a rainbow of light suddenly appeared in the dust and smoke. The light was extremely fast. Looking carefully, it was actually a black ink-colored bead. After circling a few times, it forced the swords back three points, and then a figure flew out safely.

Feng Qingzi was stunned at first, but he did not hesitate to activate the sword again. The swords immediately chased Ye Chunyang with spiritual consciousness. The fleeting speed was probably no less than any flying technique of any magic cultivator. The next moment, they were already behind Ye Chunyang.

The cold sword energy attacked, and a white light flew out of Ye Chunyang's Dantian. The Liuwu Hanyuan Ding appeared out of thin air. The air suddenly became cold. After a series of sharp clinking sounds of metal and iron, the cauldron turned from cold to hot, and a breath of burning the eight wastelands spread out, turning into a fire curtain to block the swords.

Feng Qingzi's pupils shrank slightly. After not seeing each other for many years, Ye Chunyang not only cultivated his magic power, but also became more skilled in controlling the infinite wild fire. If he continued like this, he would catch up in a few decades, which was absolutely intolerable to Feng Qingzi.

Suddenly, Feng Qingzi's killing intent increased greatly. He silently chanted the spell, and several golden swords flew out of his sleeves, hanging in front of him and flickering.

"Hmph! I didn't expect that I could use the Lingchen sword aura to deal with a kid like you who was only in the early stage of magic power. You can die without regrets."

Feng Qingzi's face was gloomy. This set of sword aura was his natal sword essence. He originally thought that he didn't need to use this sword to deal with Ye Chunyang, but he greatly underestimated the opponent's strength. Now he didn't want to delay any longer.

While speaking, Feng Qingzi tapped with two fingers and cast three spells in a row. Several golden swords glowed brightly under the blessing of magic power, and the sound of swords rang out, covering the entire tomb like a tide.

The cultivators were horrified, and felt a strong pressure gathering on their heads, so strong that they couldn't move. Some cultivators who wanted to fly to avoid it were directly hit by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

Ye Chunyang was also very solemn. It seemed that the old ghost had not been dawdling for the past few years. Just from this sword, it can be seen that the other party's cultivation has improved a lot. According to the power of this sword, he must not be inferior.

His heart sank, and his consciousness escaped into the jade gourd, ready to summon the white skeleton.

In fact, he didn't want to fight Feng Qingzi to death, and the white skeleton was to be kept until the critical moment, but now he was afraid that he could only use this trump card to deal with this old ghost.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and there were a few tremors in the tomb. Everyone's eyes turned to the altar in front of them. They saw the spiritual light in the altar, and waves of spiritual energy swept in like a shocking tide.

The group of cultivators suddenly changed. Some people who were unable to dodge were instantly submerged by the spiritual light, spitting out blood and slamming into the stone wall behind them.

But at this time, everyone was shocked to find that the strange fragrance that attracted them to this place before was spreading again, which made people feel refreshed. Then the space on the altar was distorted, and a small crystal tree grew slowly. In a blink of an eye, it became more than three people tall. It was full of fiery red fruits and exuded a refreshing fragrance.

"This is... Ice Spirit Fruit!"

"I didn't expect the Ice Spirit Fruit Tree to be hidden here!"

Someone in the crowd screamed, but the person who spoke was obviously a little slower. When he spoke, some mana cultivators who relied on their cultivation had already flown out and ran towards the altar with joy on their faces.

Feng Qingzi saw this scene, and his sword momentum could not help but stop. After his eyes flickered for a while, he snorted and retracted his sword energy, saying: "Let you live for a while, and I will take your life after I collect the Ice Spirit Fruit!"

After speaking, he flew to the Ice Spirit Fruit Tree with the group of cultivators.

Although he wanted Ye Chunyang's life, it was more important to increase his lifespan. He would come back to deal with him after taking the Ice Spirit Fruit.

Ye Chunyang's face was cold. He never expected that the Ice Spirit Fruit Tree would appear at this time. Lu Xiaodie was hiding in the altar. The group of cultivators might find her.

However, he didn't care about much. He immediately activated the Near and Far, and rushed to the altar like lightning.

The Ice Spirit Fruit was much more precious than the Dark Frost Flower. No one came here for this. At this moment, the Ice Spirit Fruit was in front of him. Ye Chunyang had no reason to give up.

Lady Xue, Mo Wenxian and others were also surprised. They couldn't help but fly to the Ice Spirit Fruit Tree.

The situation got out of control in an instant. There were at least twenty or thirty people here, but there were only a dozen Ice Spirit Fruits. The first people to arrive would rush to grab them, but how could they defeat the jealous people nearby? Although the Ice Spirit Fruit could only be taken once and would lose its effect if taken more than once, no one would think that there were too many of these spiritual medicines. After picking them, they could exchange them for treasures with others.