"No need to think about it, I decided to save Ye Feng!"

Ye Tian's eyes were firm. Although the temptation to become the Son of Shura was great, he could not forget that it was Ye Feng who blocked the rain of arrows for him at the last moment.

He must not forget that when all the elders of the family rebelled, only Ye Feng was always firmly standing on his side.

He must not forget that it was Ye Feng who handed over the Wuji Blood Jade left by his father. It was also thanks to this piece of blood Jade that he could win by chance in the battle with the ancient elder.

All of this also made Ye Tian make a decision. He would rather give up the opportunity to become the Son of Shura than save Ye Feng.

Di Xuan also looked at Ye Tian with a surprised look, "Are you sure you want to save this Ye Feng? You don't have to worry. I am not testing you, so even if you give up the burden of Ye Feng, I will do what I say and will definitely take you to the Shura ancestral land and strive to cultivate you to become the strongest Shura Holy Son."

Di Xuan added another sentence, hoping that Ye Tian could change his mind.

But when he heard this, Ye Tian still shook his head, "Senior, you need not say anything. Whether you are tempted or sincere, I only have one sentence, Ye Feng, it is not a burden, he is my elder! Please take action with me!"

Ye Tian's eyes were full of determination.

This determination made Di Xuan a little dazed and confused.

"You really would rather give up being a strong man than saving people. So that's it. I finally understand why I lost to your father."

"Senior, what have you lost?" Ye Tian felt very curious. The person in front of him was a powerful person in Xuanwu realm. It was impossible to defeat Di Xuan with the old man's fifth level of spiritual gathering cultivation?

"Of course I lost... the bastard, you don't need to ask too much about the matter of adults."

Di Xuan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly he realized again and couldn't help but glar at Ye Tian fiercely.

Then, a strong martial soul wave suddenly appeared behind him, and the martial soul wave was stronger than any martial soul that Ye Tian had ever seen. The color was not yellow, but red.

"Red, this is actually a mysterious martial soul!"

Ye Tian’s heart was shocked. The martial soul was divided into yellow, red, blue and green according to different colors, and into heaven, earth, and yellow according to different levels.

For example, what Ye Tian has at this time is the yellow-level sixth-grade martial soul, so his martial soul light is yellow, while Di Xuan is different. What this person has is the mysterious-level martial soul, so his martial soul light is red.

In Beihan Kingdom, even the royal family owned martial souls, they were only yellow-level martial souls. As for the mysterious martial souls, they were like gods in the sky, illusory. They were only heard of, but they had never seen anyone possessed them.

Therefore, when Ye Tiancai saw the mysterious martial soul possessed by Emperor Xuan, he was shocked, but after the shock, he felt a sense of doubt.

Di Xuan's martial soul is strong, but there are cracks on it, like a vase that breaks when touched. Especially when mobilizing the power of the martial soul, Ye Tian clearly felt the huge pain that appeared on Di Xuan's face.

"Senior, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense. I can only kill people in my life. This is the first time I can save people." Di Xuan sneered. Even though his face was ferocious, he still kept sending his martial soul power to Ye Feng's body.

Ye Tian discovered that although Di Xuan was cold-hearted, he was actually a cold-hearted person. If he didn't do this, his father would not become friends with Di Xuan.

"Senior, thank you."

Looking at Di Xuan who was full of pain but insisting on healing Ye Feng's injuries, Ye Tian said nothing, just retreated aside and bowed silently to Di Xuan.

After midnight, Di Xuan finally showed a faint smile on his painful face. He saw him use his hand to move the arrows that were inserted into Ye Feng's body, all flew out of his body.

Ye Tian hurriedly asked, "Senior, Elder Feng?"

"You have been saved, but there is one thing, Ye Tian, ​​you have to be mentally prepared. Even if Ye Feng is alive, his martial soul will be ruined."

"What, how can this work!" Ye Tian suddenly became anxious. You know, for warriors, the most important thing is that if the martial soul has no martial soul, it will be an extremely heavy blow to any warrior.

Ye Tian experienced such a blow once, and the feeling was that life was worse than death. Thinking of this, Ye Tian asked unwillingly: "Is there no other way to save Ye Feng's martial soul?"

"Impossible. Although Wuji Blood Jade is magical, it is already a miracle that it can save Ye Feng's life. Unless you have a second complete Wuji Blood Jade on you, maybe it can also protect Ye Feng's martial soul!" Di Xuan said in a deep voice.

This is also the reason why he did not want Ye Tian to save people. After all, he was a useless person after he saved them. For a warrior, it would be better to die.

Ye Tian's face also showed a hint of solemnity, but soon became firm again, "Elder Feng died because of me. Not only is his life saved, but I must find a way to save his martial soul! Please tell me where can I get Wuji Blood Jade!"

This was also what Ye Tian thought of, the only way to save Ye Feng.

Di Xuan sighed rarely, "You are like your father, you are really a stubborn nine-headed cow that can't even be pulled back! But since you have decided, I will not force you to go back to the Shura ancestral land with me! I will also find a way to protect him from being fine for a year!"

"But Ye Tian, ​​listen well. Within a year, you must rush to the Wuji Holy Palace to find a complete Wuji Blood Jade. Only in this way can Ye Feng's martial soul be restored. Otherwise, he will not only become a useless person, but will also die due to the broken martial soul!"

Martial soul is the foundation of a warrior, just like the second life. Generally speaking, if a warrior dies, the martial soul will disappear, but Di Xuan is different. He is the Saint Son of Shura, and Shura Palace happens to have a secret method to protect the martial soul.

It was also thanks to this secret technique that the Emperor Xuanwu's soul was broken and not broken. At this time, he taught this secret technique directly to the unconscious Ye Feng through initiation.

"As for whether Ye Feng can learn secret techniques and save his martial soul that is about to dissipate, it depends on his luck." At this time, Di Xuan was not sure.

Of course, when he was saving Ye Feng, Di Xuan did not let Ye Tian be idle, but suddenly stretched out his hand, snatched Ye Tian's Qingfeng Sword, and walked to the open space outside the ruined temple. He said in a deep voice: "Boy, I won't force you to go to the ancestral land, but you can't slack off on the Shura Sword Technique. The blood feud of our Shura Palace must also fall on you."

"So, look carefully, the second style of Shura Sword Technique is like a mountain!"

Boom!

The sword light was like a mountain, rising from the ground. The Qingfeng sword was in Di Xuan's hands, as if he had life, and the sword light was bright, like the sun.

Ye Tian was dazzled in an instant and yearned for a longing.

Although he knew that the Shura Sword Art was very powerful, it was not until the moment Di Xuan used it that he knew how powerful the Shura Sword Art was.

I saw that there was a mountain hundreds of meters high in the open space of the ruined temple, which was about to take shape, but at the moment of its formation, Di Xuan suddenly let out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Seeing Di Xuan vomiting blood, Ye Tian was startled and hurried over and wanted to support him, but Di Xuan waved his hand coldly, "Don't worry, I can't die for the time being within a year, I just can't use my martial soul."

Just using one sword like a mountain, Emperor Xuan's mysterious martial soul had a bigger rift, and it seemed that there was a possibility of collapse at any time.

Ye Tian knew that this must have consumed too much martial soul power to rescue Ye Feng, which caused an old injury, and Di Xuan's old injury was very terrifying.

Ye Tian finally knew why Di Xuan coldly refused to intervene in the face of the Ye family's crisis. It was not that he didn't want to intervene, but that it was difficult for him to use martial arts.

Especially after rescuing Ye Feng.

Thinking of this, Ye Tian felt a little guilty, "Senior, it's all my fault..."

"Ahem, no matter what you are doing, I owe you father and son. There is also Jian Rushan, I have only used it once. As for whether I can learn it, it depends on your luck."

Di Xuan threw down Ye Tian and Qingfeng swords, walked back to the ruined temple, and began to stabilize his injuries.

Ye Tian would be hard to ask more questions.

"Anyway, hurry up and practice swords and mountains before talking about it!"
Chapter completed!