"Humph, cut into pieces by a thousand cuts?" Ye Xingchen sneered twice and said nothing.
Bang bang bang bang!
"Ah... no, don't kill me."
"Young Master, help me."
"Damn... damn tree demon, I'll fight you."
"..."
The screams continued.
Those people brought by Huang Qishao were already dead in a blink of an eye.
An army of three to four hundred thousand blood tree demons rushed up together. Even the strong men in the imperial realm could not hold them back.
"Master, do you want to capture this little ghost alive?" The Tree Demon King turned his head, looked at Ye Xingchen not far away, blinked his scarlet eyes, and asked in a buzzing voice.
"Little...little ghost?"
"Caught alive?"
Whoosh!
After hearing the words of the Tree Demon King, the corners of Huang Qishao's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although the magical powers it cultivated were all ghost refining and ghost control techniques, even its star soul was also a ghost.
It is destined to be a ghost, but no matter what, it is still the young master of the Ghost King Sect.
It always felt superior to others, but it never expected that in the eyes of this silly tree demon king, it, the young master of the Ghost King Sect, was just a little ghost.
"Alive?" Ye Xingchen shook his head and said calmly: "No, just kill him."
"Ye Xingchen, how dare you..." Upon hearing his words 'Kill me', the expression on Huang Qishao's face suddenly froze, and in his eyes, he looked at Ye Xingchen with murderous intent.
Wang's vines came over and he endured the huge pain in his chest. He pushed hard on the ground with both hands and rolled out.
"boom……"
The tree demon king's vines hit the ground and immediately created a large pit five or six meters deep.
dusty.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Huang Qishao's eyes twitched slightly. As the young master of the Ghost King Sect, had he ever been as embarrassed as he is now? His whole face became distorted, and he said angrily: "Ye...
Ye Xingchen, and you damn tree demon, I, Huang Qishao, swear that I will never let you go."
"Don't let us go, oh? Do you still have a chance?" Ye Xingchen raised his eyelids and looked at Huang Qishao with a playful expression. As soon as his mind moved, the Witch God Palace buzzed and flew towards Huang Qishao.
After passing the past, he knew very well that Huang Qishao had to die, otherwise, if he was allowed to survive, there would be endless troubles.
"Witch...Witch God Palace?"
Whoosh!
Seeing Ye Xingchen's Witch God Palace flying over, Huang Qishao's expression also changed wildly. Facing a brainless thing like the Tree Demon King, he could still hold on for an hour or three, but the Witch God Palace was different. Even the ghost
Even the old man couldn't withstand the attack from Wushen Palace.
Not to mention, he lost his life.
"Damn it, why don't we, the Ghost King Sect, come here?" Huang Qishao gritted his teeth, took out all the dozen magic weapons on his body, and said in a hateful voice: "Ye Xingchen, this young master will be here today.
If I fight with you, you'd better pray that my father and the others will come later."
‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…
Huang Qishao's eyes focused, and the majestic star power burst out from his body.
I only heard a 'bang' sound and saw that a dozen weird-looking magic weapons with different shapes turned into streams of light and crashed towards the Wushen Palace.
The quality of these magic weapons of Huang Qishao is not bad, but compared with the Wushen Palace, the disparity is not even a little bit. The dozen or so streams of light hit the Wushen Palace, making a series of 'cracking' sounds, and turned into
There was a pile of debris scattered all over the ground.
"Damn it, how could such an unknown boy get the favor of the Witch God Palace?" Huang Qishao gritted his teeth, looked at Ye Xingchen with red eyes, and cursed secretly.
"Huang Qishao, have you used up all your tricks and trump cards?" Ye Xingchen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the majestic star power poured into the Wushen Palace. He said in a condensed voice: "Wushu Palace, suppress it."
Boom!
An entire palace was crushed against Huang Qishao's position.
Feeling the terrifying aura in the Wushen Palace, a look of despair flashed across Huang Qishao's eyes. He gritted his teeth and roared tremblingly, "Ye Xingchen, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."
you."
"Huh, being a ghost?" Ye Xingchen sneered and said, "When you were a human being, I was not afraid of you. If you become a ghost, at worst, I will kill you again. What's the problem?"
"How dare you kill my son?"
‘Bang’, ‘Bang’, ‘Bang’…
A sound like thunder rang out, even though it was thousands or hundreds of miles away, it made his chest feel tight and he stumbled back several steps.
The Snow Fox standing aside was not much better. A look of fear and panic flashed across his delicate little face, and he said: "Half-step immortal?"
"Father...Father?" Huang Qishao's expression froze at first, and then he became ecstatic. He looked at Ye Xingchen with malicious eyes and said: "Haha, little beast, my father, Emperor Huangquan, is here, but I want to
Look, how can you kill me?"
"Emperor Huangquan?" Ye Xingchen frowned and ignored Huang Qishao's ridicule. With a thought, he took back the Witch God Palace. With the blood tree army of the Tree Demon King, he naturally didn't have to worry.
He revealed the secret of Wushen Palace in front of the old man and Huang Qishao, because he was absolutely sure that he could keep both of them.
But Emperor Huang Quan is different.
Half-step immortal?
Not to mention him, even if Wu Ling'er takes action, he can't do anything to half-step immortals like Emperor Huangquan, King Baixiang and Zhu Wuji. What's more, Emperor Huangquan is definitely not alone. If he is allowed to see Wushen Palace.
There is really no room for change.
"Hmph, have you put it away?" Huang Qishao licked his lips. He was lucky enough to escape. When he saw Ye Xingchen's actions, his eyes suddenly lit up. He sneered and said, "You little beast named Ye."
, for the sake of the Witch God Palace, this young master not only lost more than a dozen magic weapons, but even almost lost his life. If he couldn't get it, he would be in trouble."
The look in Huang Qishao's eyes made Ye Xingchen feel a little relieved. He was really worried that this guy would tell the secret of Wushen Palace with his mouth.
Now it seems that he, like Iron Feather Eagle Emperor and Ghost Painter, all have the same idea, and they just want to monopolize their own Witch God Palace.
"Tree Demon King, kill him quickly." Ye Xingchen said in a condensed voice.
"Okay..." The Tree Demon King replied blankly, and rushed towards Huang Qishao. More than a hundred vines were woven into a huge net, which fell from the sky and enveloped it.
"Huh, don't you think it's too late to take action now?" Huang Qishao licked his lips and ignored the Tree Demon King at all. Instead, he looked at Ye Xingchen with a sneer, roared, and said: "Father...Father
, help me quickly, this blood tree demon king wants to kill the child."