Chapter 584

Originally, the blood essence of the immortal general was in a very distant place, belonging to a fuzzy area. Song Fei only vaguely felt the direction. Only when the distance was close can he feel the specific position.

At the moment, I'm just ready to start. Now, with the loss of immortal's blood essence, even the most basic position can't be obtained.

Although he had already been prepared in his heart, when things really happened, Song Fei was still very lost. Without a drop of blood essence, his blood vessels had become incomplete. It was bound to be much more difficult to take immortal tools, and he might even be unable to refine immortal tools at all.

Song Fei's body is moving rapidly. Even if he loses the feeling of immortal general's blood essence, Song Fei doesn't give up trying to fly over and look for the whereabouts of immortal general's blood essence.

After flying all the way for less than a minute, Song Fei felt a fierce breath coming to his face. There was a fierce war ahead, and an extremely evil breath was boiling ahead.

That's the smell of evil gods.

The evil sect, which had not been heard for a long time, appeared again, and as soon as it appeared, there was a big war with the monks in the practitioner world.

Song Fei suddenly stopped and felt the power that surprised him across the burning fire wall. The leaked power in this war was stronger than that of the fire elf and the red bearded and red haired friar of wanjian mountain villa holding immortal tools just now. Song Fei couldn't help thinking of the scene of the battle between the golden old man of xumiao sect and the black devil on the second floor. This time, Probably copied the previous war.

Mana was raging in the void. The war broke out too suddenly. Many monks who were still on the edge of the battlefield had no time to retreat, so they were directly destroyed by evil forces.

The smell of evil is too strong and tends to spread around, forcing Song Fei to retreat.

With the enhancement of his strength, song Feiyue can feel the terror of the black devil. He is worthy of being the leader of the evil sect. He can lead the evil sect to compete with the whole cultivation world. I'm afraid the strength of the black devil has reached the extreme of the cultivation world. Even old Jin, a famous friar who is about to rise, can't suppress him.

In desperation, Song Fei only made a big circle around the battlefield and flew in the direction of his original perception.

There were burning flames around. After a while, Song Fei appeared in the so-called approximate position. Song Fei couldn't feel the real position.

And the approximate position is too large. Song Fei can't copy the previous method to control everyone and interrogate the past one by one. Because of a big circle, it takes a lot of time, and he can't be sure whether the person who obtained the immortal general's blood essence has left.

In desperation, Song Fei took out a transmission jade slip and said to the jade slip, "master Bai, you can have free time."

Song Fei's contact is the daytime trace of xumiao sect.

In the jade slips, the daytime Mark came. With a slightly happy voice, he smiled at Song Fei and said, "brother Yue, it's a great honor for the old man to think of me. No wonder I just saw the magpie chirping. It turned out that a distinguished guest was looking for me."

Can your magpie live in this flame area? Song Fei muttered, but also smiled and replied, "there's something I want to ask the elder for help. If you can help me, I'd be very grateful."

"Hehe, come and talk about it. I'm in the southwest of the entrance." he said during the day.

Both of them are super strong. Although the road is far away, it is only a few minutes to meet.

Before long, Song Fei was in a flame and saw the daytime mark standing in the middle of the flame with a smile. He arched his hand to Song Fei and said, "brother, come here, please."

A transmission channel appeared around the daytime mark. Obviously, he also carried a palace magic weapon similar to tianque palace, which can carry people to fly.

In this space, Song Fei sees pavilions and pavilions, as well as the spirit trees of Lingshan mountain. There are exquisite elegant buildings, tall attics and magnificent palaces. In addition, between the mountains and rivers, there are many divine animals with divine animal blood flying gracefully, and white heavenly horses gnawing weeds slowly, From time to time, they run among the clouds and enjoy a comfortable life. More colorful luans fly gracefully. The dragons flying out of the lake play with each other, forming a beautiful picture of dragons and phoenixes.

Even Song Fei found that many extremely precious spiritual roots of heaven and earth were planted inside the palace, and even the amazing breath emitted by some spiritual roots may have reached the top of the cultivation world.

All the aura in the space not only comes from the absorption of the palace, but also buries the spirit stones in the underground of the palace, moistens the space with a large number of spirit stones, and creates a blessed place for him.

It's worthy of being the xumiao sect. Song Fei lamented that he was inferior to him with this pen alone.

During the day, he took Song Fei to an elegant building surrounded by bamboo forests. He smiled at Song Fei and said, "come on, little brother, come here for the first time. There's nothing to entertain. Just have a cup of green tea."

Two teacups and a teapot appeared in the palm of the palm of the day mark, and then three pieces of tea were scattered from the palm of the hand. When the tea appeared, an amazing aura was emitted from the tea, which immediately attracted Song Fei's mind: "is this the legendary nourishing tea?"

"Little brother, you have a good eye. Yes, this is the nourishing tea growing in the endless forest in the south, a very mysterious place. Come and taste it." the trace smiled during the day.

Raise divine tea once every ten years. There are only 100 pieces of tea each time. Each leaf is worth hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. The value of these three pieces of tea is no less than one million.

Raising divine tea can warm and nourish the soul of the monk. It has a very magical effect on the soul nourishment of the friar. Only the real high-level leaders of great forces are qualified to use this divine tea, and even in the daytime, they can't often enjoy it.

Song Fei didn't expect that this is such a valuable thing for xumiao sect to entertain himself.

Three years ago, song Feigang just entered the meeting of the cultivation world. When he met a monk who built the foundation, he felt extremely powerful. It was impossible to think that he could be on an equal footing with the high-level of xumiao sect only three years later, and even the other party would entertain himself with such valuable tea.

Remembering the original experience and being embarrassed and bullied when he first entered the cultivation world, Song Fei really sighed.

Fortunately, I met a magnanimous Sima Zhe. Otherwise, whether I can live until now is a mystery, let alone have today's strength and influence.

In fact, now it seems that he is so similar to the original, but now the enemy has become more powerful and more, and even the existence of evil gods against immortals has become his mortal enemy.

Three years ago, I just struggled to survive. I can't imagine everything today.

If at ordinary times, Song Fei would carefully taste this divine tea to see what magical effect it has, but now Song Fei's mind is not on the divine tea at all. Looking at the daytime marks immersed in the tea art, Song Fei said with a bitter smile: "elder Bai, don't blame me for disturbing you to make tea and do this thing of burning Qin and cooking cranes. It's really too urgent. I need your help."

"Oh!" he looked up during the day, shifted his attention from the tea art to Song Fei, and said with a faint smile, "little brother, I'm afraid it's going to embarrass me, an old man, because you can't solve anything with your extraordinary skills."

Speaking of this, his tone changed and became firm: "as long as it's a little brother's business, if the old man can help, he will do his best to help. Don't blame me for not contributing at that time."

With the words of the daytime mark, Song Fei was determined. He immediately took out a fairy from the storage ring and appeared the blood essence in the palm of his hand. The daytime Mark looked at the blood essence and frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "This is a blood clotting bead. It's a valuable treasure. What's more, it's suitable for the cultivation of the way of fire. It's most suitable for my little brother. What does that mean? Is it stolen goods? I want my old man to sell the stolen goods?"

Song Fei smiled. He didn't deny whether it was stolen goods, but said with a smile: "according to the estimation of predecessors, how valuable is this clotting bead."

During the day, he took the blood clotting beads in Song Fei's hand, sank his divine consciousness into the blood clotting beads, silently realized it, but he didn't stop in his hand. In the feeling, he made a cup of hot tea for Song Fei.

Song Fei looked at the traces of the day and felt the energy of blood essence. Without disturbing him, he picked up the jade cup and took a sip gently. Suddenly, a very comfortable breath flowed all the way down the tea to his stomach, and the tea soon spread out along his own meridians. Before long, there was a feeling of refreshing and refreshing.

With Song Fei's current strength, few treasures can make his spirit comfortable. The spirit of the strong has always been in full state. It is very difficult to take a step closer.

Only this precious nourishing tea can make your soul warm by tea and make your Yuanying grow silently.

It is worthy of being a treasure in the cultivation world. The effect is amazing.

After Song Fei drank a cup of tea, he slowly looked up, cast his eyes on Song Fei's face and gently smiled: "The energy contained in this blood clotting bead is extremely huge and contains great information. If it is auctioned outside, the price may be 300 million. Normally, it should be between 150 million and 200 million. If it is calculated according to the stolen goods, it's good to give 100 million. The old man falls in love with his little brother. If you sell it to me, I'm willing to give 150 million."

After that, he looked at Song Fei and waited for his reply.

Song Fei looked at the daytime mark with a smile. Then, in the surprised eyes of the daytime mark, his two fingers clamped the coagulation beads in the daytime Mark's hand, took the coagulation beads back to his hand from the palm of the daytime mark, and put them back into the storage ring.