627: C627 Revive from the Dead

C627 Revive from the Dead

"Demon! Demon! This is Demon magic! It's all fake!" Elder Shi suddenly shouted.

"Yes, he's a demon! Kill him!" The families that participated in this matter all shouted loudly, and Yong Jiu shouted with the loudest voice.

Ye Wufeng coldly swept a glance at them and said, "A group of clowns, they are about to die, yet they still dare to jump around."

"Humph! I am the prince of Great Yong Dynasty. Who dares to touch me?" Yong Jiu said with a snort.

The eldest young master's eyes fell on Du Xiaomei and his brows slightly wrinkled. Even if the injuries on her body were ten times more severe, it was still a piece of cake for him. Even if her soul was injured, the Green Emperor Dao Qi could be easily healed. The most troublesome thing right now was that the little girl's soul was too weak. She did not cultivate her soul at all. After the originally weak soul died, it basically dissipated. Now, there was only a trace of remnant soul left. A remnant soul without intelligence could not be considered a soul. It could only be considered a kind of obsession.

"Green Emperor Dao Qi, heal!" Ye Wufeng sent the healing Dao Qi over and first repaired his body. The death Qi contained in it dispersed.

"Little... little sister has been revived?" The Du family's elder sister suddenly saw the change in her little sister's appearance. The numerous wounds on her body had all disappeared and her appearance had returned to normal. She immediately cried out in shock.

"No!" Ye Wufeng said faintly. Then, he took out a Soul Tempering Pill and crushed it. Guiding the medicinal strength to wrap around the remnant soul, it was like treating a small flame that was about to go out. Let's make it bigger and bigger first.

"It's still not possible, if this continues, it will at most be a living corpse." Ye Wufeng shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, when Yong Jiu and the others saw Du Xiaomei's transformation, they could no longer hold themselves back, "Demon, a demon that can resurrect a dead person. Everyone, join hands and kill him. We can't let him succeed, or we will all be in trouble."

"Buzz buzz..." For a moment, nearly a hundred people simultaneously took out their weapons and swarmed over.

"Hehe, a bunch of ants dare to provoke me." Ye Wufeng smiled coldly and shook his sleeve. A terrifying vibration was unleashed, causing the space to shake violently like a surging ocean wave.

"The people who rushed over turned into blood fog one after another. The entire eastern gate was dyed blood-red.

"I am the prince. You, you devil, can't kill me." Yong Jiu said with a trembling voice. A group of people were provoked by him and rushed over to their deaths. But instead of rushing forward, he actually retreated.

"Hmph, bullshit prince." Eldest Young Master coldly snorted and pressed him into a meat paste with a finger.

"Ah... How dare you kill my son!" A man wearing a crown and a dragon robe flew over with a roar, followed by dozens of people wearing imperial robes. It seemed like he was the emperor of the Great Yong Dynasty.

"Who are you? How dare you kill a prince on the street? This is a serious crime of exterminating the entire family. Surrender now!" A man who looked like a general rushed over with a huge troop.

"All of you, get lost...!" A wave of energy that could destroy anything came out of the young master's mouth.

"Rumble..." The tornado-like hurricane was like the might of heaven. This well-trained army of ten thousand was blown into the air. Even some of the houses nearby were blown into pieces and rolled into the air.

"Your majesty, this is bad. This person's cultivation is too strong. He is ruthless and cannot be defeated by force!" The officials beside the emperors advised with pale faces.

"He actually dared to kill the Little Nine that Zhen doted on the most. I swear that I will not be a human until I get my revenge." The emperor gritted his teeth and held up an item as he read aloud, "I am the 33rd generation emperor of the Great Yong Dynasty, Yongchang, who sacrifices the thousand year fate energy in the national seal. I request the Dragon God of Fate to kill this villain. "

"Roar..." The golden dragon, which had been hovering above the Non-falling City, suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyes were filled with desire as it looked at the seal in the Monarch's hand. Its huge dragon head nodded, indicating that it was willing to attack.

"Eh, this is good stuff. Looks like the little girl is saved." Ye Wufeng suddenly revealed a joyful expression. He raised his hand and instantly drew the Emperor's seal over.

"It's a divine weapon that can store the power of luck. Not bad!" Ye Wufeng nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Brat, this is the Divine Weapon Royal Seal of our Great Yong Dynasty. It can only be opened by the Emperors of each generation. Quickly..." The Monarch roared with a face like the bottom of a pot.

"Crack..." The Eldest Young Master exerted a little bit of force with his two fingers. The national seal directly crumbled under the gazes of everyone. An incomparably dense power of destiny flowed out from within.

"Haha, opening this thing requires a special technique and bloodline power. This young master indeed can't open it normally. But... It is merely a low-grade divine artifact. Its strength is really not that great. You can use it directly if you crush it. " Ye Wufeng chuckled as he guided the power of luck into Du Xiaomei's remnant soul.

"Boom..." Du Xiaomei's remnant soul seemed to have eaten something very nutritious as it instantly grew stronger.

"Roar..." A dragon's roar was heard. When it saw that the power of luck was about to be taken away from its grasp, the golden dragon of luck went berserk on the spot. It roared and rushed down towards Ye Wufeng.

"En, you've come at the right time. It's a golden dragon of luck equal to a Saint Stage. I only need you. " Ye Wufeng nodded his head and stretched out his claw. The huge golden dragon was constantly shrinking under the pressure of the boundless spatial compression. Finally, it turned into a miniature golden dragon the size of a toy's palm. It fell into Ye Wufeng's palm and kept struggling.

"I can't believe that you have already developed your consciousness. However, the little girl's consciousness is too weak. I'm afraid that she won't be able to suppress you. I think it's safer for me to erase this bit of consciousness of yours." The young master said to himself.0

"No, don't!" Hearing this, the miniature golden dragon suddenly let out a human voice, wailing and begging for mercy. He was not a fool. If he continued to resist with such a huge gap in strength, he would really be killed.

"From now on, you will be her contracted spirit beast. Are you willing?" Ye Wufeng pointed at Du Xiaomei and said coldly.

"She? She is so weak!" The mini golden dragon said in disdain. As an expert, if he were to submit to this terrifying young man in front of him... He could still accept it, but to protect a little girl who couldn't cultivate properly... Then he wouldn't be willing to do so.

"If you don't agree, then die!" Ye Wufeng narrowed his eyes. The power of Dao Soul spread out and gently brushed against the miniature golden dragon's head.

The mini golden dragon was scared out of its wits. This kind of power was completely targeted at the divine soul. Even if its mind was a hundred times stronger than before, it would still be destroyed in an instant. "I agree, I agree!"

Ye Wufeng used his own method to force them to form a very binding master-servant contract. In the future, even if he wasn't here, this dragon of luck wouldn't be able to turn its back on him.

"En, en, big brother!" The moment the contract was completed and the golden dragon of destiny entered the little girl's soul sea, Du Xiaomei woke up with a faint squeak.

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