The body of the old man in black robe went limp, but the black energy on his body was still preparing to dissipate.
Ye Qinghuan stretched out his left hand and grabbed it in the air. Suddenly, the energy from the black-robed old man's body condensed towards Ye Qinghuan's hand.
This black energy was like a waterfall flowing backwards, continuously gathering towards Ye Qinghuan's hands. After a few minutes, all the black energy on the black-robed old man's body was in Ye Qinghuan's hands.
The huge black energy rolled in Ye Qinghuan's hands, like a little devil made up of countless black shadows struggling, roaring crazily.
However, Ye Qinghuan's spiritual power firmly locked these black evil spirits, and they could not break free at all.
"snort!"
Ye Qinghuan made a cold sound, and immediately opened his palm, and the strong spiritual power surged out, forming a huge cover, wrapping the black air layer by layer, and then began to shrink and compress.
In the blink of an eye, the black energy was only the size of a fist, and it looked very calm, without the violent aura it had before.
"Xiaoying, if you absorb this black energy, it will be helpful for you to practice the shadow art." Ye Qinghuan casually threw the fist-sized black energy to Xiaoying, and then walked towards the middle-aged man.
"You, you--"
The middle-aged man was really frightened. When he saw Ye Qinghuan approaching, he backed away repeatedly.
"If you dare to run away, you will end up like this old man in black robe." Ye Qinghuan walked over slowly, not in a hurry, and directly threatened in Yue Mandarin.
The middle-aged man was really frightened and actually didn't run away.
"Who are you? We are members of the Witch God Sect. Our Witch Master is extremely powerful and cannot be dealt with by you. If you kill me, the Witch Master will not let you go!"
The middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit shouted in fear.
"Witch God Gate?"
Ye Qinghuan was also slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that another witch god sect would be involved.
"Isn't it the Mantis Gang? What is the relationship between your Wushen Sect and the Mantis Gang?" Ye Qinghuan asked in Yue dialect.
"The Mantis Gang?" A disdainful expression suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in Chinese tunic. "The Mantis Gang is just a subsidiary force of ours, a small gang used to collect money and find cultivation resources in the secular world. If there is no Wushen Sect,
, how could they be related to Honglian."
I see.
Ye Qinghuan nodded. With the power of a gang, how could there be mercenaries as a background? It would be more reasonable if there was a martial arts sect like the Witch God Sect behind it.
Ye Qinghuan didn't say any more and just stood there, waiting for Xiaoying to absorb the black evil aura of the old man in black robe.
"I advise you to let me go quickly. I will intercede with the witch master and spare your lives. Although you killed the black-robed elder, you can't even imagine how powerful our witch god sect is. Even if it is
You are Chinese warriors, so I can hunt you down!"
Seeing that Ye Qinghuan had stopped talking, the middle-aged man thought that Ye Qinghuan was scared and couldn't help but threaten him.
"Snapped!"
Ye Qinghuan slapped the man directly in the face, and immediately, an obvious five-finger handprint appeared on his face.
"If you don't want to die, just shut up!"
Ye Qinghuan's expression was cold.
The middle-aged man covered his face. Although he felt extremely aggrieved, he did not dare to speak anymore.
He is a majestic Martial King-level warrior from the Witch God Sect, with extraordinary strength and status. Now that he is being humiliated like this, he naturally feels extremely uncomfortable.
But even the black-robed elder died in the hands of this man, what else could he do?
He could only secretly resent in his heart that when the Witch God Sect received the news, they would definitely kill this young man to avenge him.
Ten minutes later, Xiaoying opened her eyes and stood up from the ground.
"Master, I'm ready."
Xiaoying walked over happily, her dark eyes shining slightly.
"I feel that my cultivation has improved again, and I should be able to break through to the intermediate level of Martial King soon."
Xiaoying was very happy. Every time he followed his master's practice, he was like riding a rocket, rising rapidly.
As a warrior, she certainly knows the difficulties of cultivation, but this difficulty seems to not exist in the hands of her master.
Ye Qinghuan nodded, looked at the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "Let's go."
"Where to go?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
"Wherever you come from, go wherever you come from!"
Ye Qinghuan's voice was cold, making the middle-aged man tremble and feel horrified. This man actually dared to go to their Witch God Sect? Was he looking for death?
The middle-aged man did not dare to resist, so he turned around and returned with Ye Qinghuan.
However, what he took Ye Qinghuan to was not the Witch God Gate, but the location of Li Changjie's mercenaries, and it was from here that he went to intercept and kill the young man.
Since he himself said where to go back from, then take him to Li Changjie's place. The middle-aged man sneered in his heart. If there is a group by then, it will not be easy to eliminate this guy.
The reason why he doesn't want to join the Witch God Sect is that now that the black-robed elder is dead, if he breaks into the Witch God Sect with his enemies, he will definitely be severely punished, and his soul may be taken away directly and used for training.
Therefore, he wanted to use Li Changjie to kill the young man and the girl. Only by killing them could he atone for his sins and avoid death.
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Red Lotus Branch.
In the captain's office, Li Changjie looked slightly worried.
"I don't know if the two seniors of the Witch God Sect are the opponents of the man and the woman. If something happens to them, then we will suffer!"
Li Changjie said worriedly.
"Captain, don't worry. With the seniors from the Witch God Sect here, there's nothing to worry about with just two young people." The staff officer, a slightly fat middle-aged man, comforted him from the side.
He is also a member of the Witch God Sect, of course he is not a warrior, he just belongs to the power of the Witch God Sect.
Li Changjie still had some worry on his face and said in a low voice: "Those are warriors from China after all. This is a mysterious and ancient country. The strength of the warriors they came out of cannot be easily estimated."
Hearing Li Changjie's words, the fat staff officer suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
In his heart, there is nothing great about China, and the Wushen Sect is the strongest in his heart.
"What's so great about China? They have all kinds of warriors, but the Wushen Sect of our Yue Kingdom is extremely powerful. Even if it's placed in China, it's still an extremely powerful sect!"
The counselor's words made Li Changjie feel relieved. He was right. The Witch God Sect was indeed very powerful.
It can be said that this is a sect that they have raised with the whole country's efforts, and its strength is definitely not weaker than those sects in China.
The staff officer smiled and said: "It is estimated that in a while, the two seniors will come back carrying the heads of the two men and women."
"Are you waiting for this?"
At this time, a voice suddenly rang out, and then, a head really rolled in. Li Changjie and the staff officer immediately looked at the head, then their faces changed wildly, and they shouted in horror: "Black robe