"Yes!"


    Ye QingHan didn''t hesitate. In order to live, he could agree to any conditions, but he didn''t act. It depends on himself.


    The old Xiantao smiled, looked at ye QingHan and said, "don''t promise orally. I know your mind. Let me save you first, and then run away when I save you, right?"


    Um


    Ye QingHan is speechless. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy. He can''t hide this old guy from his careful thinking.


    The fanzong people knew ye QingHan. He promised so readily that he certainly didn''t want to deal with the evil soul. They all covered their faces and smiled at him when he was punctured by the Xiantao tree.


    "You are an atmospheric transporter. If you don''t do it, no one can solve this problem." Xiantao tree said bluntly.


    Ye QingHan almost turned his eyes. The powerful evil soul and the great sage were suppressed. He didn''t know where to escape if he wanted to escape. He still wanted to get up? Atmospheric transporter? I''m not stupid. It''s not a salvation hero, it''s a death hero!


    Ye QingHan wants to send him a word: Mao is an atmospheric transporter!


    "I know that you have been blessed by heaven and got a fairy Sutra. Only you and the heavenly Punisher can save the world from this disaster. If you cultivate to the great holy state and join hands with the heavenly Punisher, you can destroy the evil soul!" the fairy peach tree said in a deep voice.


    Ye QingHan wants to catch his head. The immortal peach tree wants to kill himself!


    "Can you save my injury first?" asked ye QingHan in big words.


    Xiantao tree refused without hesitation and replied faintly, "you know the way of heaven. You swear in the name of heaven first. After swearing, I will naturally save you, but it will cost me a drop of the essence of my life."


    Indeed, ye QingHan knows the power of heaven best. Once he swears, he can only go all out, but ye QingHan has no second choice. If he wants to revive the holy golden body, at least now he can only rely on the Xiantao tree.


    "I swear in the name of heaven to go all out to suppress the evil soul! If I violate the oath, I will be struck by the sky and the soul will not exist."


    Finally, in order to seize the control of the soul and body, ye QingHan had to make an oath.


    Looking at ye QingHan''s oath, Xiantao tree has an unfathomable smile and waved to condense a drop of dark green liquid, which is the essence of Xiantao tree!


    Bang!!


    The old man waved and pressed the essence on ye QingHan''s forehead. Immortal mans were everywhere and poured into ye QingHan''s sea of knowledge.


    Leaf QingHan is like bathing in the shaking warm sun. He is comfortable without words. Slowly, he feels the silence and death stained on his soul gradually dissipate. Finally, his soul is no longer fragile, and slowly the death on his body is also cleared away.


    Soon, ye QingHan''s body exudes a milky white holy awn. His breath is slowly shaking and his fingertips move slightly. This feeling of long absence has finally come back!


    Slowly, ye QingHan''s golden body is recovering, his eyebrows tremble, his black hair dances, his breath recovers, and finally lives!


    Leaf light cold so many years, such as years, I feel that it has been tens of thousands of years.


    Call————————


    Ye QingHan exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi. At this moment, he felt that the flesh was not his own. He was numb and his bones were brittle, but he didn''t feel strong, but became much weaker! The body can''t keep up with the cultivation of the soul. The soul can cover millions of miles, but his body can''t move that far.


    The physical body is perfect, and the soul is the peak of the sage! This gap is too big, so big that the leaves are light and cold, and some can''t adapt.


    Uh huh


    Ye QingHan frowned and moved his body. He was ringing all over.


    Ecstatic, ye QingHan finally recovered his flesh! This is great news.


    "Shit! You! Master!"


    The first sentence is not what ye QingHan said, but the divine bird. It can be suffocated during this time. Ye QingHan''s blood is sealed, and it can''t appear at all.


    "I''m suffocating. I thought I was going to die."


    The divine bird was glad, and the thief''s eyes flashed. Looking at the people, the original excited expression became angry and roared, "it''s not fair! You''ve become saints. Why should I still... Or lower down?"


    Um


    Ye QingHan and the crazy sect were speechless. At this time, the little divine bird in Lin Wuxing ran out and laughed, "Dad, it''s the last word to the master."


    The little divine bird is also the realm of saints. Although it is a disabled saint, it has no use. It can''t beat the saint and run the saint. It can compete with the superior realm, but it''s a real saint.


    The divine bird is extremely desperate. He looks at ye QingHan with a sad face, like a little complaining woman. His pitiful big eyes are really pity from heaven.


    The solemn and cold green lotus Sword Fairy twitched at the corners of her mouth. Looking at the expression of the divine bird, she wanted to laugh.


    Ye QingHan quickly comforted the divine bird. After all, the divine bird was brought up by himself! Very emotional.


    "The realm of eternal saints is very simple for me. I''ll get you the realm of saints another day." ye QingHan vowed.


    The fairy peach tree looked at ye QingHan and said with a smile, "ye QingHan, you should now raise your body to the realm of saints. I can provide you with fairy peach and break into the realm of saints. I hope you can go to the big world to find the punisher. His ruling can destroy the evil soul, but you need to suppress the evil soul."


    "The sage will die?" ye QingHan questioned wordlessly.


    "Er..." the fairy peach tree asked silently with a black line at its head, "can''t you be happy? There are four great saints in the world, and they are not dead. You can always be sure to suppress the evil soul first, but you can''t destroy the body of the hundred mile Dragon fairy!"


    Ye QingHan turns his eyes and wants to kill the evil soul without destroying the body of the hundred mile dragon fairy. It''s as difficult as heaven!


    "Can you embarrass me more?" ye QingHan mocked.


    The white eyebrow of the Xiantao tree picked and said, "in short, you must do as I said, otherwise you will regret. The world order has been formed, and the secret of heaven cannot be revealed. I can''t remind you too much."


    Ye QingHan touched his forehead and looked at Qinglian Sword Fairy, but Qinglian Sword Fairy nodded secretly and motioned him to promise first.


    Ye QingHan was helpless in every way. Finally, he could only promise to get a few fairy peaches. He went to the depths alone and sat down to practice. There were enough resources. Becoming a saint was just a matter of time. The biggest problem was to understand the finger of destroying the saint and the hand of picking the star. It was good to practice these two immortal methods to the peak, even if the limit could not be broken.


    ……


    Other people are scattered in all directions. Only the green lotus Sword Fairy and the fairy peach tree illusory old man sit opposite to discuss the current situation and how to protect their lives in troubled times.


    The heavenly peach tree also looked gloomy, frowned and reminded with a bitter smile, "Qinglian, in troubled times, you can''t see any dawn. It may really destroy the world. Even we can''t escape. The disaster comes not only from the evil soul, but also from Xia Chaoyang. Now the key factor is the judge and ye QingHan. If they die, we will have no chance."


    The green lotus Sword Fairy clenched the powder fist, inserted the fairy sword on the ground and said indifferently, "in your opinion, can I find half of the origin?"