"Ghost Painter, how dare you..." Ye Xingchen's face darkened, and he looked at the Ghost Painter with a fierce look in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "How dare you say a word? When you get out of this place of ruins, I will
The young master will destroy your entire clan and suppress you in hell forever."
"Huh, threatening me? With Lord Xuan Ming here, who do you think you are?" The ghost painter raised his eyebrows, and let out a weird laugh of 'Jie', 'Jie', 'Jie' in his throat, and said: "Xuan Ming
Sir, she is the owner of the Wushen Palace, her name seems to be Wu Ling'er, and... Also, the Wushen Palace is in the hands of that little beast."
"Wha...what?" When he heard the words 'Wu Ling'er', Xuanming Immortal's pupils shrank slightly, and his face with sunken cheekbones was full of surprise, and he said: "You, you are the ancient witch
The last patriarch of the clan? This...how is this possible? You...didn't you already die tragically at the hands of the Immortal King?"
"Hmph, even a low-class guy like you knows the art of death substitution. How can you understand the background of our witch clan?" Wu Ling'er sneered and said.
"It looks like it's really you?" Xuanming Immortal licked his lips, his vicious eyes full of greed, and said: "Tsk, tsk, I never thought that you, a remnant of the Witch Clan, could live to this day, like this
Speaking of which, is the Witch God Palace really on that kid?"
"Lord Xuan Ming, I guarantee with my life that the Witch God Palace is definitely on him." The ghost painter puffed up his chest, pointed at Ye Xingchen opposite, and said loudly.
"Okay... well done." Xuan Ming patted the ghost painter's shoulder and said, "When this immortal gets to the Witch God Palace, we will discuss merits and rewards. By then, a inheritance of ghost ways will definitely be indispensable."
"Thank you, sir." The ghost painter nodded vigorously and said excitedly.
"Boy, hand over the Wushen Palace, and I will spare your life." Xuan Ming's eyes fell on Ye Xingchen, and he said lightly: "As long as you surrender the Wushen Palace, I don't dare to say anything else.
You will definitely not be able to escape your destiny, and you can even choose a few of the ancient immortal weapons in Lingxiao Palace, how about that?"
"Hmph, if you want the Wushen Palace, I'm afraid you don't have the ability." Wu Ling'er sneered twice. Before Ye Xingchen could say anything, he stretched out his hand and saw that the Wushen Palace buzzed from Ye Xingchen.
Xingchen's body flew out and landed in her hand, saying: "Xuan Ming, in this Witch God's Palace, there are also treasures that our Witch Clan has inherited for thousands of years. How about we make a deal?"
"Make... deal?" Hearing that Wu Ling'er actually wanted to use the 'Witch God Palace' to make a deal with him, Xuan Ming was dumbfounded. He looked at Wu Ling'er dumbfounded for a long time and swallowed with a 'Gulu' sound.
Swallowing, he said: "You, how do you want to trade?"
"As long as you bring the bones of the Immortal King, I will give the Wushen Palace to you, how about it?" Wu Ling'er said with a smile.
"Bastard...bastard, what did you say?"
boom!
The expression on Xuan Ming's face suddenly froze, and then he looked at Wu Ling'er angrily and said angrily: "Bitch, you dare to tease me?"
"So what if I'm teasing you?" Wu Ling'er said provocatively.
"You..." Xuan Ming offered the 'Haotian Mirror' and was ready to take action. However, when he thought of Wu Ling'er's heaven-defying methods, plus Zhu Wuji, Emperor Huang Quan and the others stood aside with eager eyes.
, he immediately calmed down, glanced at the others, and said calmly: "Everyone, listen, as long as you submit to this immortal, all the past things will be forgotten. When you get out of this Yin Ruins place, the Immortal King will definitely meet you.
There are many rewards. If you resist to the end, even if you can escape for a while, you will not be able to avoid the pursuit of the Immortal King. By then, you will not be the only one who will die."
"Xuan...Xuan Ming Immortal, really, really, as long as you surrender, you can forget the past and get a reward from the Immortal King?" A young man whose cultivation level was lower than Ye Xingchen shrank his neck.
He bit the bullet and said.
"Star King Realm?" Seeing the person who stood up with such a level of cultivation, Xuan Ming's eyes flashed with a look of disgust, but it didn't show on the surface. Instead, he nodded with a harmless look on his face and said
: "Don't worry, the Immortal King will reuse anyone who submits. After all, our Lingxiao Palace has been silent for so many years. If we want to rebuild it, we need more than one or two manpower."
"Okay, I'm willing to surrender..."
"I...I am also willing to submit to Lord Xuanming."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The army was defeated like a mountain.
The same goes for surrender. As long as one person stands up and breaks down one's own psychological defenses, thousands of people will immediately become deserters and enter the other side's camp.
The Ghost Painter was just an introduction. The young man in the Star Emperor Realm was the last straw that broke the camel's back. In just the blink of an eye, most of the people left the camp of Ye Xingchen, Emperor Huangquan and the others and went to Xuan Ming.
The immortal camp flew over. Seeing this scene, Xuan Ming finally showed a cheerful smile on his face, and looked coldly at Wu Ling'er opposite. Although, those strong men in the Emperor Realm and half-step Immortal Realm,
No one came over, but for Immortal Xuanming, having more than half of the people come to him was already very satisfying.
These people are enough to consume the other party to death.
"Humph, Wu Ling'er?" Immortal Xuanming sneered twice and said: "It seems that you, the last leader of the ancient witch clan, are of no use anymore. At the beginning, tens of millions of witch clansmen fought for you.
You have been working hard, risking your own life and death, but now, so many people don’t even look at you, how can you be so embarrassed?"
"They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs, what's the use of them?" Wu Ling'er was unmoved, still looking at Xuanming Immortal expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Or, that person has a cold nature.
Immortal King, are you really willing to spend a lot of effort to raise so many wastes?"
Whoosh!
After hearing what Wu Ling'er said, the faces of those who had just come over changed slightly, and they looked nervously at Immortal Xuanming. After the latter cursed secretly, he sneered and said: "Wu Ling'er, everyone is here.
Does it make sense for you to start provoking them now?"
Wu Ling'er chuckled twice and said nothing.
On the contrary, the ghost painter standing aside secretly clenched his fists and said cautiously: "Xuan... Master Xuan Ming, the Immortal King, no, he doesn't know how to kill a donkey, right?"
"Yes, Master Xian... Master Xian, we all surrender sincerely. You can't make everyone's hearts cold."
"Lord Xuanming, my whole family came to seek refuge with the Immortal King."
"Me too……"
"..."
Hearing the noisy chatter around him, Immortal Xuanming frowned and said in a cold voice: "Shut up, everyone."
How terrifying is the intimidation of the immortal?
As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Those who had betrayed him all looked at him with fearful expressions, not daring to take a breath.
Even the Ghost Painter is no exception. He knows very well that he has taken refuge in these immortals in full view of the public. From then on, there is no place for him in those sects and ancient tribes. Although he is a powerful emperor-level
Or, but what will happen if you become a street rat?
Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb and my back feels cold.