Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1058: Stirring Up Waves

At night, the wind howls, and only a few heavy trucks have traversed the long highways. Perhaps no one noticed the crimson glow in the dense forest beside him, for the night was consumed by a great black wind.

Those harsh individuals akin to wanderers typically take over and devour the opposition in the sky, wash upon the thorny creatures, and in the phoenix's sound, the chaotic blood. But now, they are like fragile paper, united in the void by a giant transparent palm, and instantly, all is gone.

Ye Fengsheng, through participating in the Dan wedding, honed two ancient mortal skills, pressing down the spirits of the dead as much as possible.

The living have no chance to commit crimes. An old soul cannot stir waves with the spiritual power left after death.

As expected, when the transparent palm rolled in the sky, ready to turn and wave again, the blood-licking screwdriver spontaneously screeched and scattered in all directions. To escape the ravages of fate, they even deterred some great chaos in their own way.

In the pitch-black night sky, the transparent palm swept back and forth, dispersing these blood-drenched ghosts and clearing all the clouds in the sky, allowing the moonlight to shine upon many below, occasionally igniting a time of "watching the moon through clouds and mist."

"How is it possible, you are truly a tool!"

The old man was incredulous. He shouted, utterly focused.

He couldn't believe Ye Fengsheng's influence was stronger than his own, nor did he think his failure was due to insufficient refuge. Now, he admitted that Ye Fengsheng's resources imposed significant limits on the soul, so his eyes were filled with things he didn't want!

Where could monks specially construct a method of soul control in any world? Finally, today they gathered together!

He succeeded!

He thought he lost that little baby! Lost his soul in this special way!

Ye Feng's voice was quiet. By illuminating the moon, he could clearly feel the incredulous mood in the old man's eyes. But it was of no use.

Sometimes, before you grasp something, think carefully, and avoid regretting it later, for regret is useless, and what has happened won't change.

"Unbelievable!"

The coldness in Ye Feng's eyes outwardly made him hysterically excited, and the old man clenched his fist, a box of short brown knives woven by Li Ke appeared between his fingers.

Half in disbelief, he plunged it into a large mouth, hot blood rushing from the wound onto us, splattering on the surface of the shattered flower drum.

"Poisoned."

As a boiling general, upon touching the blood-wars' fiery surface, countless ones already rose for me, some barely visible to the naked eye, thin mist rising like ghosts, while grandly, a massive shattered flower drum's aura began to dissipate.

In this bloody fog, faintly, one after another, their shore's other flowers glitter in the mist.

Indeed!

The old man hummed again, yet he saw the short knife in his hand already leave a bloodstain across his chest. The wound was severe, even a white skeleton stabbed into his body.

Losing blood, fleeting on the other side, there was a trace of dark clothing condensation!

"Blood donation?"

Once again, when he saw the vast sea of caravans, Ye Feng's voice slightly frowned. If his memory served right, ancient texts mentioned that the netherworld still had 333 Other Shore Flowers. The dead were bewildered, helplessly entering the netherworld, those 333 Other Shore Flowers had just returned to the flower sea. As they extracted souls, they inhaled deeply.

The statue unhesitatingly vanished in a restored place. Under the bright silver moonlight, a pure black light flew away.

A while later, the mist in the sky, like a punctured water balloon, suddenly cracked, disappearing without rhythm.

Problem!

The old man, with his sharp voice and deep gaze, stared at two bloodstains. He slowly lifted his head, reaching his fingers through a sound of phoenix leaves. After a moment, the broken flower drum before him split in half. As he fell to the ground, the sound became a "squeak" squeak.

"It comes to die."

Waving his hand, releasing the halo entangling Qiu Yun's eyes, Ye Fengsheng wearily said to the old man before him, "I no longer want to play with you. Give the people to us, tell me who sent you, and then just die."

The randomly emerging gaze was bloody. The old man clenched his fist, Rick's short knife had fallen and dispersed.

He roamed the world as a VIP. He didn't know what monk's blood polluted him. There were even four ghosts designed to use elevators to kill several powerful monks, their souls and bones hardened!

Now he lost only after designing orders! Humiliated by a boy in front of him, how could he endure?

If any thought of escaping sparked, he was ready to burn all stones now!

Just as he prepared for a new life-and-death struggle, he exerted huge strength behind him, like a baptism of mountains and seas, instantly raging on the land he discharged.

"Someone found me, you're useless."

Speaking of Ye Feng's voice under the bright light, he raised his hand, threw a layer of mind into the room as if in a huge lake, a street corner, small movement, and a ripple without a soul.

"Come on!"

After the old man was patched on the ground, the transparent big palm completely disappeared. Replacing it was a colorless transparent flame, illuminating its deep mud color.

After Ye Fengshi and Qiu Yun left, not a sound was heard within the silent, chaotic graveyard.

Xiao Ya.

In the sky on Yu Ling's pale face, only more rhymes covered by Ye Feng's voice than it. If it passed through the sky, then Yu Ling's deep fear was that he now had no chance to enhance his spirit, lacking strength above and below.

Yet, now he realized the two unconscious figures below the darkness, pulled a black tune, shouted with his mouth, struggling to squeeze out from Ye Feng's voice.

When he felt joy for his new life, for Maggi's safety, Ye Feng's voice raised a hand beside him, waving immense spirit. In the surprising eyes of Qiu Yun, with a speed visible to the naked eye, he smashed the two forms down.

Without warning, as Ye Feng's voice slowly descended, it was an unparalleled native face erupting from the sheer slopes and dust.

Ye Fengsheng, you're crazy!

When Qiu Yun angrily refused Ye Feng's voice, Qiu Yun said, "You're laying the foundation!"

Qiu Yun's hand was bound, so he refused to step forward. Phoenix Road's voice lost its color, "Wait."

"What do you want me to wait for..."

Before the sound came through, the body's sinful two leaped from the scattered dust. Under the silver moonlight, one climbed a tree near the mountain top and vanished.

"Is that the base?"

Knowing this, the eyes of Qiu Yun appeared completely unfamiliar, knowing he had a problem, his words really good.

Killer.

Watching a black scapegoat disappear, the phoenix uttered vaguely in his voice.

Killer!

Qiu Yun's fox leapt, without doubt emerging from Ye Fengsheng's face, that ancient well with no ball: "Did you wash yourself?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Yes," Ye Fengsheng said, "The people of fourteen states gave me the victory order."

"14."

Qiu Yun couldn't fathom Ye Fengsheng's meaning, for those things were too far from her.

"Since you've come, don't leave."

Ye Feng murmured in his voice, spat his palm gently turning. The ripples of spiritual energy began to spread from his palm outwards.

Influence.

Grass and trees moved with the wind. Every object touched by this spirit emitted many fierce rest motions at that moment. For a while, commonplace things like wind and trees trembled in the mountain.

"Pull."

In the forest's fierce shaking, two dark bodies slipped from the uncontrolled peak of the clock tower. When crowded branches broke, they fell to the ground with hats, groaning in pain, revealing two silver masks.