Ming Lei was still in grief, and when he suddenly heard these words, it was like adding insult to injury, his mood was ups and downs, and he didn't know how to deal with himself.

Ye Ning frowned. He felt that Feng Chuge seemed to have gone too far. If Xuan Feng could be killed, Ye Ning agreed. After all, the Nine Jue Yin Corpse Pearl was too vicious and violated the harmony of nature. However, Ming Lei left Ye Ning with a different impression.

Not bad, but rather pitiful.

Thinking of this, Ye Ning was determined to save Ming Lei's life. He raised his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, there is no reason why Ming Lei will die, why don't you give it a try?"

"Just kidding?" Feng Chuge said with a smile: "Are you kidding, Fellow Daoist Ye? The world of cultivation has always been about the jungle of the jungle. If Xuanming and Ming dare to provoke Feng, they must be prepared to be killed by Feng! Could it be said that they are allowed to do so?

Elders Xuanming and Ming came to kill Feng, but Feng couldn’t kill them?"

Ye Ning smiled bitterly, Feng Chuge was right.

The two elders Xuanming and Ming came in a fierce manner, and they wanted to snatch their magic weapon without any explanation, and they were destined to die.

At the critical moment of life and death, Ming Lei seemed to look away and said: "Haha, what's the joy of life, and what's the joy of death? This little brother doesn't need to say anything, I admit my defeat! Haha, if I guessed it right,

You are the most mysterious Feng Chuge of the Bu Tian Sect! The poor old man didn’t recognize it until now, damn it, damn it!”

Feng Chuge said: "Okay! It's refreshing. Since you have this awareness, Feng will give you another way."

Ming Lei looked happy and said: "Which way?"

After all, with the hope of living, no one is willing to die. Even an ordinary person has the desire to survive, let alone a monk who has cultivated to a great saint? The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the desire to survive!

"It's very simple, accept Him as Lord!"

Feng Chuge pointed his finger at Ye Ning.

Ye Ning looked shocked. He never thought that Feng Chuge would propose this condition.

Ming Lei's face is even more unpredictable. Sometimes he is white, sometimes he is red, and he doesn't know what he is thinking. After all, he is a great saint. If he accepts an early saint monk as his master, wouldn't he become a cultivator in Qingluo Continent?

A big laughing stock in the world? If so, life would be worse than death.

Feng Chuge said: "Is it difficult to choose? You should thank Feng for this wonderful idea! Even though Fellow Daoist Ye has just become a saint, with your combat power, it is estimated that it will be difficult to defeat him!

Feng dares to assert that within a hundred years, or even in a shorter period of time, Fellow Daoist Ye will be able to rank in the Immortal Class, and what about you?"

Ming Lei looked surprised and said: "Within a hundred years, he transformed from mortal to immortal?! This... how is this possible! He is only the early stage of saint cultivation. How can he cross the difference between immortal and mortal in such a short period of time?

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"Haha." Feng Chuge said with a smile: "Feng has seen countless people, how could he get it wrong? In time, even Feng will have to rely on fellow Taoist Ye's breath to survive, let alone you? Your qualifications are average, if you don't have strong perseverance

, I’m afraid it’s even difficult to be promoted to a saint! Now, with such an opportunity to jump through the Dragon Gate, don’t you know how to cherish it?”

Feng Chuge was right when he said that Ming Lei's only advantage was his tough character and strong perseverance. Such a person would either be a dragon among men, or he would be completely submerged.

Ye Ning said nothing. If Ming Lei can really be accepted, it would not be a bad thing. The Nightmare clan is about to be born, and if the Huan Destruction Sect has a great saint sitting in charge, it will be safe.
Chapter completed!