"Did you kill Marquis Changle?" Uncle Lin scolded angrily, his eyes wide with anger, his energy suppressed and his momentum surging. He stared at Ye Sheng, wanting to kill him.
"Are you talking about that fat man who only knows how to exploit people?" Ye Sheng sneered, "He was killed by me."
"How brave, you are looking for death." Uncle Lin's eyes flashed sharply, and his voice was extremely cold and breathtaking.
Within a hundred meters radius, everyone felt the temperature drop suddenly, and the invisible murderous intent surged, making people feel chilly. This was the martial arts will of an innate master.
Although Uncle Lin used resources to build it, he is still a real innate master, and he is still in the second level.
It is different from the first layer of heaven.
"Little beast, you are only the ninth level of heaven. Even if you have some skills, you still can't kill Changlehou. Who is your accomplice behind you?" Uncle Lin asked with cold eyes.
"I am the one who killed the immortal eunuch, Marquis Changle. Not only do I want to kill him, I also want to kill you today." Ye Sheng said coldly, walking forward, his aura gradually getting stronger.
Blessing the power of the five hundred innate nine heavens on earth.
Boom!
Uncle Lin was shocked by Ye Sheng's explosive momentum. He stared at Ye Sheng in disbelief.
"How is this possible? Your momentum is on par with mine?" Uncle Lin said in shock and anger.
He is an innate second-level heaven, but his momentum does not overwhelm a acquired ninth-level heaven. How is this possible?
"I said, I will kill you today to avenge those who were trafficked by you." Ye Sheng shouted coldly.
Uncle Lin's face changed drastically: "You also know this?"
His murderous intention became even more intense. This was something that could not be spread out. Once spread, the reputation of the third prince would be completely ruined.
"If others don't know, unless you do nothing, the third prince is selling the people of Qin in a chaotic land. Do you know what will happen to him if this spreads out?" Ye Sheng sneered.
"Go to hell, I will never let you slander the Third Prince." Uncle Lin roared angrily, unable to hold back anymore, he rushed out, turned his hands over, and covered him hard.
The king's handprint!
This is a rare martial art, created by a king of martial arts. The third prince taught Uncle Lin that it is very powerful.
A huge hand seal covered it, and the bright mark was as deep as the sea, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The people nearby left one after another and gave way to their positions. During this period of time, the five hundred guards slaughtered almost all the people in the caravan and were nervously watching the battle between Ye Sheng and Uncle Lin.
"Ten Palaces of Hell!" Ye Sheng was not afraid. He rushed forward. The ten worlds behind him were superimposed one by one. With a bang, the whole place was suppressed. No one could resist it.
boom!
With a loud noise, this so-called king's handprint was defeated by the Ten Palaces of Yama.
Uncle Lin looked at Ye Sheng in shock and anger. He didn't expect that Ye Sheng would break his skill like this.
"Who are you, and what kind of ghost technique is this?" Uncle Lin looked at the tenth world. There was an invincible shadow in the tenth world, which was the Tenth Palace of Yama. He was shocked and angry and asked.
"I am Marquis Changle, Marquis Changle of the Land of Chaos. I will kill you today. Remember this name." Ye Sheng's fist burst out with a huge light and struck out at once.
Bang!
Uncle Lin stretched out his hand to resist. Although he was born with an innate body, he was already old, a hundred years old, and had been in a high position for a long time. His combat experience was not as rich as that of Ye Sheng, so he was suddenly forced to scramble.
"It's really embarrassing for a second-level innate person like you. Maybe you are just a little better than the previous Changle Marquis. I have no pressure at all to kill you." Ye Sheng said sarcastically.
"You're dreaming." Uncle Lin was so angry that his body trembled, his heart was filled with rage, and his fingers were trembling. He suddenly thrust hard and penetrated directly.
Cut off your finger!
This is a very insidious fingering technique. If it is inserted into Ye Sheng's body, it will kill Ye Sheng's life.
Ye Sheng snorted coldly, not giving him this chance, and printed out a reincarnation seal.
Bang!
This attack on the Samsara Seal was so powerful that it knocked Uncle Lin away, and then a sword light flew out from the center of Ye Sheng's eyebrows.
Phew!
The sword light was so fast that before Uncle Lin could react, Ye Sheng pierced his heart, causing his body to freeze in place.
"You, you are actually a Taoist and a martial artist?" Uncle Lin's eyes widened and he glared at Ye Sheng, very unwilling to accept it.
How could he die here?
The five hundred cavalrymen cheered. This new marquis was too fierce. He could easily kill an innate second-level sky like this?
"How can you dare to cause trouble for the third prince if you don't have any skills?" Ye Sheng said calmly.
"You will not end well. The third prince will definitely kill you and wipe out the nine tribes. I will wait for you in hell." Uncle Lin stared at Ye Sheng bitterly.
"Hahaha, if the Third Prince has this ability, then come on, will I still be afraid of him?" Ye Sheng smiled up at the sky with great disdain.
"The third prince is the destined human emperor, and he will definitely reach the top in the future. You are just an ant, and you will be crushed to death." Uncle Lin vomited blood.
"With all the things he has done, once I am exposed, will he still have a chance to sit in that position?" Ye Sheng said sarcastically.
"You have no king and no father, you deserve to die. The third prince has many masters. If you kill me, you are dead." Uncle Lin's last words were still cursing Ye Sheng, and then he fell to the ground, helpless.
breath.
"Your third prince is not in my eyes at all. I only have one enemy, and the third prince is far behind him." Ye Sheng sneered, looking in the direction of Xianyang City, a hundred thousand miles away, as if
I saw the number one in the world.
Ye Sheng's only enemy is him.
What a bullshit third prince, he's just a stinky fish and a rotten shrimp.
"Master Marquis, we have killed all the people, what will happen next?" a soldier asked.
"Pile them up and burn them on the spot. It's an advantage for these heinous people to let them die so easily." Ye Sheng said disdainfully.
"As ordered." The soldier shouted loudly, full of admiration for Ye Sheng.
After two consecutive battles, Ye Sheng won the hearts of these people. He defeated the weak and the strong, and defeated Xiantian the day after tomorrow, which made these soldiers worship him.
Soon the corpses were piled together. Five hundred soldiers sat on horseback and watched Ye Sheng pick up the torch and throw it on the pile of corpses.
"Even if you die a thousand times, you will not be able to wash away your crimes. In the next life, you can work as cattle and horses to atone for their sins." Ye Sheng said with a cold face, showing no mercy. He watched these corpses turn into a big fire and turned around to leave.
This operation was a complete success. The caravan that killed the third prince also bought him a month.
In this month, Ye Sheng needs to work hard to grow and break through the innate realm in order to cope with the next blow.
The third prince's most trusted old slave was killed by Ye Sheng, the Marquis of Changle was also killed by him, and the secret of human trafficking was known to Ye Sheng. This was already a life-and-death situation.
Only by killing Ye Sheng will the third prince feel at ease.