Qiao Ye faced the people gathered around him and saw one of them suddenly clenched his fist and punched him. Without hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked him.
boom!
Qiao Ye kicked someone away again, then bent his legs, bounced forward, and rushed forward.
Before a death row prisoner could react, Qiao Ye had already arrived and held his head!
boom!
The death row prisoner felt as if his body was flying. Qiao Ye grabbed his head and smashed it against the mountain wall of the back room.
The mountain wall had obviously been treated. It was not broken by such a heavy blow, but instead a circle of formations appeared.
However, although the wall was not broken, the death row prisoner's head seemed to be broken, and blood splattered from the back of his head, spreading everywhere.
"You defeated a demonizer of the third level of the Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 17,000 points."
Almost in the blink of an eye, two people were injured, and one died unidentified!
The remaining three people were shocked, but this group of death row prisoners were indeed fierce. Although their faces were frightened, they soon turned into fierce expressions, and they moved closer to Qiao Ye again.
"Demonization, Night Ghost Wandering God!"
"Demonization, muscle warrior!"
"Demon transformation, purgatory flame body!"
…
Being fierce is fierce, but it does not mean that the other party is stupid. Qiao Ye's combat power is beyond imagination. Those prisoners on death row also entered the demonized state immediately, and their bodies began to continuously transform and mutate.
Roar!
The next moment, a death row prisoner's whole body turned red, his body swelled up several times, his body was burning with flames, and he crashed directly in the direction of Qiao Ye.
Qiao Ye's eyes were cold, and he had no intention of using Soul Soul or Martial Soul. The prisoners on death row held in this cell were average in strength and were at the beginning level of the Demon Sect Realm. With Qiao Ye's current cultivation level, even without using Soul Soul and Martial Soul.
Soul is more than enough to deal with.
Seeing the other person rushing towards him, Qiao Ye made a direct stride and pressed the other person on the shoulder.
boom!
The seemingly menacing collision was easily caught by Qiao Ye.
The next moment, Qiao Ye roared, grabbed the opponent's shoulders, lifted him up, and threw him out with all his strength.
Boom!
The death row prisoner landed on the ground and made a loud noise. At the same time, the charcoal on his body suddenly exploded, making a loud noise, and the blazing flames were pushed around.
Outside the cell, two jailers were standing at the fork in the distance. They were indifferent to the sound and sneered with the corners of their mouths curled up.
Fights are common in this place. Killing someone can save you a stutter, so they don't bother to care.
In the cell, Qiao Ye waved away the permeating flames, and the death row prisoner was already lying on the ground unable to get up.
"You defeated a demonizer of the second level of the Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 15,000 points."
Qiao Ye stepped forward and walked towards the remaining two people. However, at this moment, the death row prisoner who had been blasted away by Qiao Ye suddenly got up from the ground and entered a demonic state in an instant.
A layer of purple-black scales covered the opponent's body, and his teeth became like jagged teeth. The moment he pounced on Qiao Ye, he opened his mouth and bit down viciously.
Then……
"ah!"
The death row prisoner covered his mouth and screamed, blood seeping out from between his fingers. The golden shining light on Qiao Ye's body directly shattered the other man's jagged teeth.
Qiao Ye suddenly raised her leg and kicked the opponent in the chest, sending him flying away.
"You defeated a demonizer of the second level of the Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 15,500 points."
After knocking down a death row prisoner again, Qiao Ye sneered when he turned around and pressed forward with his palm.
Three forms of Tianwu, Heaven-Breaking Palm, and Mahamudra!
boom!
Invisible handprints appeared, pushed forward, and hit one of them, sending the other person flying out and hitting the fence gate.
The death row prisoner wanted to get up, but Qiao Ye directly used Jiugong Feixing's footwork to move his body, and in an instant he was in front of him and kicked him in the face.
"You defeated a demonizer of the third level of the Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 16,000 points."
There was blood dripping from the forehead of the death row prisoner. He struggled a few times but was still unable to stand up.
But at this moment...
The remaining demonizer was still unwilling to give up. He roared, and the demonized scales on his body suddenly stood up, and then he fired wildly in the direction of Qiao Ye!
Qiao Ye had no intention of paying attention at all. He turned around and let the scales continue to come towards him.
On the nine-turn golden body, circles of golden ripples continued to spread out. The scales shot faster and faster, but they were still unable to penetrate Qiao Ye's nine-turn golden body.
Qiao Ye walked forward, holding on to those scales, and came to the death row prisoner. He stretched out his hand, pinched the prisoner's throat, and lifted him up.
The death row prisoner kept struggling, kicking his legs, and raising his fists to hit Qiao Ye, but it was of no use at all. The fists hit Qiao Ye, except for the swaying of the Jiu Zhuan Jin body.
Apart from the ripples, it was impossible to break through Qiao Ye's defense.
The feeling of suffocation kept coming, and the death row prisoner's breath became weaker and weaker, and his strength became weaker and weaker. Finally, his hands dropped and he passed out.
"You defeated a demonizer of the third level of the Demon Sect Realm, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 16,000 points."
Qiao Ye threw the person aside and looked to the side.
Tie Jiu covered his broken finger and looked at Qiao Ye in horror.
Seeing Qiao Ye gradually approaching him, Tie Jiu suddenly knelt down on the ground, hurriedly took off his pants and said: "Uncle, please!"
"Get out!" Qiao Ye's eyes twitched, she kicked Tie Jiu and said angrily: "Put on your pants."
Tie Jiu quickly pulled up his pants and put them on respectfully.
Qiao Ye sat down in the corner with his back against the wall and said, "See if anyone is dead."
Tie Jiu hurriedly got up and went to check everyone's injuries. After walking around for a while, he found that except for the first one whose head was hit by Qiao Ye and was covered in blood, the others all had superficial injuries and were not fatal.
Qiao Ye looked at Tie Jiu and said, "Aren't you going to inform the jailer?"
Tie Jiu said with a smile: "How dare we do that? We are all little scoundrels. You deserve to beat us up."
Although the prisoners on Nightmare Island are fierce, they can't be beaten at all, so they can adapt to their needs. Fierceness does not mean that they like to seek death.
Qiaoye pursed her lips, pointed at the half-dead death row prisoner and said, "I mean, don't you need to take him out for treatment?"
Tie Jiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "It's useless, the jailer won't care. If he survives, his life will be good. If he dies, his life will be bad. The jailer will just throw the body into the sea and that's it."