Like a sharp arrow, a white light penetrated the space and suddenly shot towards the black shadow above the altar.
The witch master's eyes flashed in the black energy, and his figure flashed, avoiding the white light that was as fast as lightning. Two sharp lights shot out from his eyes, and he looked towards the corridor.
"who is it?"
Anyone else?
The hearts of a group of girls suddenly started pounding, and they saw a glimmer of hope, hoping that someone strong would appear and save them.
At this time, a figure slowly walked out, it was a young man.
He is tall, has a delicate face, his black hair is dancing gently, he is wearing a white shirt with fluttering skirts, and there is a faint smile on his face.
"What a handsome man, can he defeat this devil?"
A group of girls couldn't help shouting.
There was a stunning girl who appeared just now, and now there is a handsome and handsome young man, just like a pair of chivalrous couple.
But Bai Ying, who was squeezed to the back, changed her face wildly, and there was an unimaginable shock on her pretty face.
"It's him!"
Bai Ying couldn't believe that it was actually this young man, the same young man she met in Puebla.
At that time, she was almost defiled by a group of foreigners. It was this young man who saved her. Now he appears again. This time, can he save herself?
At this time, Ye Qinghuan's flying sword had returned. Although his consciousness increased sharply, it was not strong enough to kill a Martial Queen in one blow.
Moreover, this witch master is not only in the stage of Empress Wu, he is only one step away from the innate realm, even closer than Zuo Gaoge.
Holding the flying sword in his hand, Ye Qinghuan's eyes flashed and he looked at the witch master.
That look was not like looking at a powerful opponent, but rather like looking at a prey, a feast.
What Ye Qinghuan likes is that the black evil energy in the witch master can be used to help Xiaoying practice. The main purpose is to absorb the black evil energy in the witch master, and the black evil energy in Ye Qinghuan's hands can be doubled.
When the time comes, all the black evil energy added up will be enough for Xiaoying to break through to become an innate warrior!
As an innate warrior, Ye Qinghuan is still in the stage of Empress Wu. He needs too much spiritual energy to practice Xuanjue.
But again, when Ye Qinghuan breaks through to the extraordinary realm, his strength will be absolutely terrifying, invincible at the same level!
"Wait a minute!"
Just when Ye Qinghuan was about to take action, the witch master suddenly shouted.
"Why don't you and I just stop here? Your talent is amazing and you must be a genius from China. I don't want to be your enemy, so let's just stop here!"
The shaman master in the black aura shouted hoarsely.
Thoughts kept flashing in his mind: Now is the critical moment for me to break through. Let's not get into trouble first. When I break through to the innate realm, even if I run to China to seek revenge, who can stop me?
"Heh-" Ye Qinghuan smiled.
"I know that you are very talented and you are a monster-level person, but I have been in Yue Kingdom for a hundred years, and my strength is definitely higher than yours. I have reached the edge of the innate realm. I asked you to retreat for your own good!"
The figure in the black air spoke out again to persuade.
The witch master was also very helpless. He was the shaman master of the witch god sect. He was the most powerful being and could be said to be the master of the entire Yue Kingdom.
Even the leader of Honglian had to be very respectful to him, but now he was forced to this point by a boy from China.
Thinking of this, he felt even more aggrieved and angry, and thought coldly: When I reach the innate realm, I will torture you severely and make you suffer the pain of skinning and cramping! Only then will you know the consequences of offending me!
Ye Qing laughed happily, smiled lightly, and said aloud: "Are you on the edge of being an innate warrior? It's just right. I also want to try to see how powerful a strong man of this level is!"
He moved his wrist, and the flying sword in his hand glowed with a cold light, flickering, and it was extremely cold and stern.
The Witch Master was moved in his heart. This Chinese young man was really out of his depth.
"Why are you like this? What kind of hatred can't be resolved between you and me? It's just that the Mantis Gang affiliated with our Witch God Sect covets your Jiuquan Pharmaceuticals. I am willing to compensate for the losses they have caused!"
The witch master's tone was a little subdued.
He was also feeling extremely aggrieved. This young man broke into his Shaman Sect and killed a large number of his Shaman Sect disciples. His elders and great elders all died in his hands.
Now, he still wants to comfort this young man and even offer compensation.
"No losses were caused. They didn't have time to attack Jiuquan Pharmaceutical." Ye Qinghuan shook his head.
The Witch Master almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Since the Mantis Gang didn't attack your Jiuquan Pharmaceuticals, you are still so unwilling to let me go.
He destroyed the Mantis Gang, went to the Witch God Mountain, and killed so many of his disciples and elders.
"Then what do you want? So many of my elders are dead, even the great elder died in your hands, I don't care, you still want to hold on?"
There was also a hint of anger in the witch master's tone, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the black energy on his body boiled.
When the witch master was angry, the temperature in the entire cave seemed to drop, becoming cold and cold. A group of girls in the iron cage couldn't help but tremble.
"Haha, I'm used to being reluctant." Ye Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Do you still need me to teach you the law of the jungle?"
The witch master was hidden in the black air, and his brows couldn't help but twitch. He had never encountered such a young man, who understood the laws of the warrior world so thoroughly.
The strong are respected and the weak are eaten by the strong. This essence of the warrior world needs to be slowly understood. Only after decades of wandering can one fully understand it.
Naturally, the witch master didn't know that Ye Qinghuan was a god of death who had traveled across the universe, and no one had a deeper understanding of the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong.
"That's enough. Since you insist on seeking death, then I will be you. You have a lot of talent, but you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't know how to be low-key, and don't understand the principle of being too strong and easy to break. Let me tell you, what is true?
strength."
The witch master finally became angry. He stood up suddenly, and the black energy on his body boiled instantly.
"The Magic of Addicting to Demons!"
A hoarse voice shouted loudly, and instantly, waves of black energy came out of the witch master's body, like a ghost, breaking out of the body.
The black energy seemed to be endless, and in an instant, it filled the entire cave, emitting a shrill and pitiful cry, whistling in the air.
This terrifying black gas made the entire cave feel like a hell on earth, with evil spirits roaring all around, and the girl in the corner huddled together, terrified.
"You are seeking death on your own. Just try my demon addiction and let you die in fear! Haha!"
The witch master sneered wildly.
"I love your paralysis!" Ye Qinghuan's flying sword immediately disappeared into the air.