War Tao Becomes Saint

2It's okay, let's go. But Ye Dongfeng didn't listen to Shen Yanbing's advice at all, after faintly smiling to her, he was about to bring Murong Qiushui and enter the Zhongtian Hall.    

    

Qiushui, you silly girl, I really give in to all of you. Shen Yanbing stomped her feet, and followed him in.    

    

The seal at the entrance of the Zhongtian Hall was like a curtain of water, and after the three of them entered the Zhongtian Hall, they immediately saw light.    

    

In this place, the six senses, as well as the Soul Consciousness, were extremely normal. However, the more than a hundred warriors who had entered previously, could not even see a single one.    

    

Be careful, this is Martial Monarch Expert's Inheritance Ruins. Seeing Ye Dongfeng strolling leisurely in the ruins, Shen Yanbing couldn't help but remind him.    

    

Haha, don't worry. To Shen Yanbing's warning, Ye Dongfeng actually laughed softly, and did not take it to heart at all.    

    

Ye Dongfeng's expression made Shen Yanbing's teeth itch in hatred, but Murong Qiushui was feeling helpless, all she could do was comfort Shen Yanbing.    

    

After all, Ye Dongfeng was always calm and collected, and not someone who could go against her.    

    

In this world, it was as if there was nothing that could make Ye Dongfeng nervous.    

    

Really, I don't know what bewitching soup he drank, but be careful.    

    

I know. Compared to Ye Dongfeng, Murong Qiushui was much more obedient. After Shen Yanbing reminded her in good will, Murong Qiushui immediately nodded her head like a chick pecking rice.    

    

Seeing her like this, Shen Yanbing immediately lost her temper, and could only hug her and kiss her.    

    

Murong Qiushui was a little confused, as if her little sisters all liked to kiss her.    

    

Master, pick up a bone.    

    

While they were walking, the Heavenly Demon Rat at the front picked up an item from the fog.    

    

Shen Yanbing and Murong Qiushui curiously looked over, and then they immediately fell silent, because the Heavenly Demon Rat was holding a skull in its hands.    

    

Come out, I'll ask you a few questions and spare your life.    

    

When Murong Qiushui and Shen Yanbing were silent, Ye Dongfeng said while looking at the skull.    

    

This skull was like white jade, impressively a strong practitioner, and at least cultivated to the level of a Seventh Grade Spiritual Body, yet still perished within the Zhongtian Hall.    

    

Tsk tsk tsk tsk! Shen Yanbing and Yue Shan were curious to know who Ye Dongfeng was talking to. A streak of black Qi impressively emerged from the skull.    

    

When the Heavenly Demon Rat saw the black Qi coming out from the skull, it was not afraid in the slightest.    

    

Just now, it had felt a special fluctuation from the skull, so it had picked it up.    

    

Tsk tsk tsk tsk! Junior, how arrogant, you took the initiative to open up your soul and allow This Seat to possess your body. Maybe This Seat can even teach you a method to cultivate ghosts and take back your life.    

    

The black aura immediately turned into a sinister looking elderly man, whose eyes were filled with greed as he stared at Ye Dongfeng.    

    

Ye Dongfeng's body was not weaker than his before he died. If he could obtain Ye Dongfeng's body, his cultivation would be able to recover even more.    

    

Heh, you, a mere Residual Soul of the Yin-yang Stage, dare to drool over my body? If I didn't have something to ask you, I would have long since dispersed your soul.    

    

Ye Dongfeng shook his head, the gaze he used to look at the dark old man was filled with disdain.    

    

Once the five words Yin-yang Stage and Residual Soul were said, the pair of mouse eyes of the Heavenly Demon Rat suddenly lit up, and looked at the Residual Soul with an unfriendly expression.    

    

It was currently unable to devour the Yin-yang Stage Expert, but if it was only a Yin-yang Stage Residual Soul, there shouldn't be any problems.    

    

Presumptuous! Hearing Ye Dongfeng's words, the sinister Residual Soul became enraged, and directly rushed towards Ye Dongfeng.    

    

However, facing the innards that were flying towards him, Ye Dongfeng flicked his finger, and a wisp of flame flew out.    

    

The green flame was only a small cluster of flames in the beginning, but after it flew out, it immediately turned into a huge net of flames, tightly trapping the Dark Nether Residual Soul.    

    

Tsssssss! * The more the dark struggled, the more his Soul Consciousness was burnt by it.    

    

You actually have a Seventh Grade Spiritual Fire! Spare me, spare me, let's talk!    

    

This sinister Residual Soul was, after all, a Yin-yang Stage Martial Cultivator when it was alive, so it still had good eyesight. After seeing Ye Dongfeng take out the Seventh Grade Spiritual Fire, he immediately understood that all of his methods were completely useless against Ye Dongfeng.    

    

Shen Yanbing, on the other hand, was secretly sighing with emotion. She also did not expect Ye Dongfeng to actually refine a Seventh Grade Spiritual Fire.    

    

But even with the Seventh Grade Spiritual Fire, if Ye Dongfeng's cultivation was too low, he could only bully these wandering souls.    

    

When meeting with Nirvana Stage Martial Cultivator, his Seventh Grade Spiritual Fire was basically useless. Shen Yanbing was the first to enter, so she never thought that Ye Dongfeng was actually a strong Ranker.    

    

Just like when Murong Qiushui told her that Ye Dongfeng was strong, Shen Yanbing only thought that Murong Qiushui was joking with him.    

    

However, this time Ye Dongfeng was able to easily capture this dark Residual Soul, so he could be considered to have some ability.    

    

It's easy for me to spare you, so just answer my question honestly.    

    

Ye Dongfeng slightly lowered his head and said.    

    

As long as it's something I know, I'll tell you everything. You don't have to kill me.    

    

It was extremely difficult for this dark Residual Soul to leave behind a trail of Residual Soul, and it was obvious that it did not want to be scared out of its wits by Ye Dongfeng's hands.    

    

Who are you, and why did you perish here?    

    

Although this Residual Soul was rather solid, Ye Dongfeng could still feel that this Residual Soul had been around for at least ten thousand years.    

    

However, he was heavily injured when he was alive, and even after tens of thousands of years, he was still unable to form his physical body.    

    

Yin-yang Stage Expert had stolen Yin and Yang, seized all the good fortune, and with a single breath of time remaining, his body could be reconstituted.    

    

This guy in front of him only had one Residual Soul left, but he didn't have the ability to condense his flesh. Ye Dongfeng even suspected that.    

    

Before this guy had fallen, did he only have a sliver of Soul Consciousness remaining? Relying on this sliver of Soul Consciousness, through tens of thousands of years, he was able to condense the current Residual Soul.    

    

After the old man started to narrate the story, Ye Dongfeng revealed a face of surprise. He thought that this old man had really relied on a sliver of Soul Consciousness and struggled for tens of thousands of years before condensing into a Residual Soul.    

    

After hearing the elder's explanation, Ye Dongfeng was also relieved. Surprisingly, a large group of warriors had gathered before the fall of Martial Monarch Nan Huai.    

    

These warriors were all in the Yin-yang Stage. Martial Monarch Nan Huai told them that as long as they helped him guard the tomb for five thousand years, they would be able to obtain his cultivation technique and then leave on their own.    

    

Originally, everyone had planned to follow the rules of the Martial Monarch Nan Huai obediently, and after five thousand years, when the appointed time came, they would take the Martial Monarch Nan Huai's inheritance technique and leave.    

    

Five thousand years was nothing to the Yin-yang Stage Expert.    

    

But they truly could not imagine that, roughly a thousand years after the death of Martial Monarch Nan Huai, the Martial Monarch Ling could not hold back his son any longer.