The bamboo attribute spirit's face was full of horror, and he turned his head to look at the human who suddenly appeared next to him, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Nothing is impossible!"
After a while, a cold voice came out from the man's mouth, and the bamboo attribute spirit felt his eyes blur, and then his neck was actually pinched by the other party, making him unable to move.
"Ninth... Ninth-grade Immortal Lord! Even the realm of demigods?"
At this moment, there was no doubt about the bamboo attribute spirit, and there was undoubtedly a storm in his heart.
When will humans in the realm of demigods be able to sneak into Qianmu City? Are all those big figures from the supernatural world just living for a living?
The strong ones among the foreign spirit tribe naturally do not eat, but at this moment, the bamboo attribute spirit whose neck was pinched was full of resentment. He felt that something big might happen in Qianmu City today.
Click!
Ye Qingtian would not talk nonsense with this eighth-level immortal spirit. He saw that he broke the neck of the bamboo attribute spirit with a slight twist, and then he felt an aura burst out.
This strong man in the realm of demigods immediately made a move. His other arm moved down, and he gently and deftly took the bamboo attribute spirit crystal into his hand.
Ye Qingtian ignored the begging for mercy coming from the spiritual crystal, and a breath erupted, shaking away his spiritual intelligence. This bamboo attribute spirit that had dominated Qianmu City for many years finally ceased to exist.
Already.
"Next, there's that woman. Hey, I, Ye Qingtian, am not a pity person!"
Holding the spiritual crystal of the Eighth-Rank Immortal Master's spirit in his hand, Ye Qingtian turned his eyes to somewhere, and after letting out a chuckle, he instantly disappeared into the bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest is still green, but the owner of this bamboo forest no longer exists. I wonder what kind of disturbance will be caused when the alien spirits outside discover this fact?
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Qianmu City, central location!
This is a majestic hall built of giant wood, exuding an extremely rich wood-attribute aura. A figure in black is invisible in the darkness. If you don't sense it carefully, you won't find any trace of it.
"Tsk, tsk, the Lord of Qianmu City is really unlucky. He just broke through and was about to die!"
Yun Xiao sensed a certain aura in the city's main hall, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Because he has sensed that the Lord of Qianmu City, who is said to be a ninth-grade immortal, is now a true demigod.
If Yun Xiao and Ye Qingtian hadn't suddenly killed him, the city lord of Qianmu City, who had broken through to the realm of demigods, would have had an unlimited future, and might even have unified all the surrounding foreign spirit cities.
When that time comes, it may not be a good thing for the human side. The army of alien spirits is as easy as an arm and no longer a piece of scattered sand. Humanity may suffer heavy losses.
When the cities were fighting on their own, the human race had retreated again and again, and now they were twisted into a rope by the city lord of Qianmu City. Yun Xiao could not even imagine the consequences.
However, Yun Xiao would not take the Qianmu City City Lord who had just broken through to the realm of Demigod too seriously. With his current strength, he could be killed in a few moves even without using the power of his ancestral veins.
At the bottom of the palm.
"Huh?"
However, just when Yun Xiao was about to quietly approach the main hall, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and his figure stopped abruptly, no longer making any rash moves.
"There is an aura of the demigod realm in the secret. I think it must be the city lord of Qianmu City who invited me to protect him. Now it will be interesting!"
Yunxiao's soul sensing ability in the demigod realm is extremely sharp. Although the dark aura is far less majestic than the Qianmu City Lord who just broke through, he was still sensitively captured by him.
At this moment, Yun Xiao couldn't help but feel a bit of narrow-mindedness in his heart. He wanted to test whether his new subordinate had the ability to adapt to changes. This might be a good opportunity.
In fact, Ye Qingtian is at the top of the list of villains in the Southern Territory. After so many years, he has not been caught and killed by any of the major sects in the Southern Territory. This in itself explains some problems.
But ruling the roost in the Southern Human Region is very different from fighting in the Spiritual Plains.
Some of the special methods of foreign spirits are far beyond the reach of humans of the same level. This may also be a different kind of experience for Ye Qingtian.
Anyway, Yun Xiao believed that with him by his side, even if Ye Qingtian was besieged by two powerful demigod spirits, his life would not be in danger and everything would just be a game.
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Somewhere in Qianmu City!
Compared to the bamboo forest where Ye Qingtian killed the bamboo attribute spirit before, the buildings here are much brighter. As far as the eye can see, they are almost all huge peonies of different colors.
Even in this dark night, when Ye Qingtian looked from a distance, his face was full of beauty, as if he were a castle in a sea of flowers. From small to large, the owner of this sea of flowers should not be a simple one.
generation.
Whoosh!
Ye Qingtian, an expert in art, was bold and jumped directly into the sea of flowers. Smelling the fragrance, he actually felt a little relaxed and happy, wishing he could never finish this flower path in his lifetime.
"These floral fragrances should have a different kind of effect. It's a pity that they met me, Ye Qingtian!"
This villain from the Southern Territory was still quite cautious. He smelled the strange fragrance of flowers in his nose and secretly praised it in his heart. When he felt that there was no discomfort in his body, he finally felt relieved.
"Your Excellency, coming uninvited is a bit against the rules!"
Just as Ye Qingtian was walking towards the depths of the sea of flowers, a soft and soft voice suddenly came, and then an extremely enchanting figure appeared not far in front of him.
The person who came was obviously a woman, with a graceful figure and extremely beautiful appearance. She was swaying as she looked around. Even Ye Qingtian, who was used to seeing beautiful women, felt a little lost in it for a moment.
On the top of the head of the woman opposite is a large white flower, which looks very delicate and delicate. Although it is only plain white, such a comparison makes it outshine all the thousands of peonies in the sea of flowers.
This may be the old saying that people are more beautiful than flowers, and flowers are more beautiful than others. In short, in Ye Qingtian's view, the huge white peony complemented this stunning woman and was indispensable.
"Then how can we comply with the rules?"
Although Ye Qingtian will not be obsessed with beauty, it is good to take another look at such a pleasing beauty. Therefore, unlike the bamboo attribute spirit he dealt with before, he does not mind saying a few more words to her.
"You can call me Mrs. Peony!"
The pretty woman opposite giggled twice, but did not directly answer Ye Qingtian's question. Instead, she reported her family name. This person lived up to her name.
"Okay, Mrs. Peony, what are the rules here?"
Ye Qingtian followed the local customs. Anyway, he regarded this trip to Qianmu City as a game. To be honest, after saying these few words, he was really reluctant to kill this so-called Mrs. Peony.
"Hehe, there are very few men here who dare to come here. Since the young master has such courage, he should be qualified to be my guest!"
The next few words from Mrs. Peony shocked Ye Qingtian to his wits' end. Are all the supernatural beings so open-minded?
"A guest at the curtain" is not a good word, but Mrs. Peony is not ashamed at all.
But it has to be said that Mrs. Peony, who is so bohemian, has a different kind of charm, or a different kind of temptation. If she is really a weak-willed person, she may get lost in it.
The foreign spirits who have cultivated into human form also have desires. Otherwise, the foreign spirit guarding Shifang City would not have touched Mu Yin and ultimately lost his life.
"I think you should change your name to Madam Viper!"
There was a smile on Ye Qingtian's face. When he said these words, he suddenly noticed that Mrs. Peony's face darkened, and immediately next to him, a huge peony flower appeared.
This peony flower is not plain white. The flower disks suddenly closed and swallowed up Ye Qingtian's entire body. It looked extremely terrifying and mysterious.
Bang!
It's just that Ye Qingtian is a strong man in the demigod realm. The next moment, his pulse energy surged, and the huge and beautiful peony flower suddenly exploded and turned into countless pieces, dissipating in the sea of flowers.
"Um?"
At the moment when his pulse energy surged, Ye Qingtian suddenly discovered a fact, which made his face change slightly. He secretly thought that although these alien spirits were of low cultivation, they had endless methods.
"It turned out to be just an illusion!"
At this moment, Ye Qingtian could see clearly that neither the huge peony flower that exploded nor the so-called Peony Lady with whom he had just been chatting for a long time was actually an illusion, but an illusion.
"It's the scent of these peonies!"
The illusion was not a phantom, it was a scene imagined by Ye Qingtian out of thin air. In other words, he had been talking to an illusory spirit for a long time. This was also a different kind of humiliation for him.
It has to be said that Mrs. Peony's methods are extraordinary. Ye Qingtian may have been hooked as early as when he stepped into the sea of flowers and inhaled the fragrance of the flowers.
If it were another eighth-level immortal, even a high-level immortal pulse refiner with powerful soul power, he might be capsized in the gutter, and his death would be extremely inexplicable.
Fortunately, Ye Qingtian was not comparable to those seventh- and eighth-grade immortals after all. The qualitative change in the realm of demigods made him finally realize that something was wrong, but he did not have too much worry.
laugh!
A flower branch suddenly shot out from the dark night. This time, it was not the direction of the flower that attacked Ye Qingtian, but the flower branch that was as sharp as a sharp arrow, stabbing directly towards his left eye. It looked sharp.
Unparalleled.
The sudden fatal attack made Ye Qingtian's eyes flash. He could sense clearly that this attack was by no means an illusion, but a real one.
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