"Who are you?" The Immortal King with his severed hand roared angrily, struggling with all his strength, feeling very angry and guilty.
He was an Immortal King, and he was actually lifted up and unable to move. It was as if he was dealing with someone who was several levels weaker than him.
The only person who can be stronger than the Immortal King is the Emperor.
Is this simple old man the emperor?
When the Immortal King with a severed hand thought of this, his heart trembled. No matter what, he was no match for the Immortal King.
Ye Sheng watched in the fairy court and fell into a kind of shock.
Isn't this old man too aggressive?
"You talk too much. There is no need to talk about waste wood. Its only function is to be used as wood for making fires. But I see that you are not very strong either. There is still a lot left to be desired. I guess you are quite weak. I will continue to catch a few more."
Tutting his tongue, he looked at the immortal king with his severed hand, as if he was looking at a piece of merchandise, and he was not very satisfied.
As soon as these words came out, the remaining Immortal Kings of the Chaos Clan could not help but turn pale with fright, and hurriedly retreated, fearing that the damage would affect Chi Yu and themselves.
But the old man ignored him and said he was arresting a few, so he must be arrested.
Covering the sky and the earth!
The old man spread his big hand and grabbed it hard. In an instant, the sun, moon, stars, and everything in the universe shrank and turned into something in the old man's hand.
"No, run away quickly." Several immortal kings roared, frightened and angry, for fear of affecting themselves.
But the current situation has already reached its peak.
They usually take one step, and the distance between the galaxies is at their feet, very fast.
But today, they continue to use their teleportation abilities, but the universe is still the same universe, the galaxy is still the same galaxy, the fairy court is still the fairy court, and the old man is still the same old man.
But they are no longer who they were before.
Boom!
The old man closed his palms, and several immortal kings were held in his hands. They didn't look majestic at all, just like humans dealing with ants. Will you be shocked by the power of ants?
The remaining Chaos tribesmen were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders trembled, and they all looked at the immortal kings in the old man's hands with complicated expressions.
This is the Immortal King. The emperor will not come out, and the king will be respected.
But now, these kings have been completely dealt with.
The old man did not linger, captured these immortal kings, and quickly returned to the immortal court.
"My sword is still being forged, so we can't be careless." The old man muttered, rushed to the stove, and then threw the severed Immortal King directly into it.
Ahhhhh!
The Immortal King with his severed hand screamed. This flame could actually burn his body directly. It was unbelievable. He thought he could just roll in the fire, but now that he was thrown down, he felt like he was going to die immediately.
In a matter of seconds, an Immortal King was reduced to ashes amid screams, leaving no trace behind.
As the stove was replenished with energy, the fire ignited blazingly, exceeding Ye Sheng's expectations.
Ye Sheng looked at it in surprise, could this old man be an old monster from Immortal Court?
"You help me look at these pieces of waste wood. Once the flame in the furnace lowers, you throw one in." The old man threw the remaining immortal kings to Ye Sheng and immersed himself in the forging, constantly
Beating, constantly making, and constantly conceiving.
Only Ye Sheng and several immortal kings were left looking at each other.
"Ye Sheng, let me go, or I will let you know what cruelty is." An Immortal King glared at Ye Sheng and spoke in a commanding tone. He is an Immortal King, and Ye Sheng is just an Immortal. This is the crushing of strength.
Snap!
Ye Sheng didn't waste any time and slapped him in the face.
This slap was extremely light and loud. When it landed, the arrogant Immortal King was stunned, and then he became furious.
"You dare to hit me. You know that I am the Immortal King. It would be easy for me to kill you."
Snap!
Another slap, Ye Sheng looked at him with an indifferent expression, raised his hand and said: "You are talking nonsense, slap, I don't mind if you say a few more words."
"You..." The arrogant Immortal King glared at Ye Sheng, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, full of bloodshot eyes, and his expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to devour someone.
Ye Sheng, on the other hand, was very indifferent. He raised his hand and slapped the Immortal King on the face again.
After several consecutive slaps, the Immortal King woke up and realized that times had changed.
The Chaos tribe is no longer here, and they are no longer the same ones as before.
The old man sealed the power of the Immortal King and threw it to Ye Sheng. Now Ye Sheng is more powerful than them. If Ye Sheng is really angry, he can throw you into the furnace now.
Only this arrogant Immortal King thought that nothing had changed and still scolded Ye Sheng. He only recovered after being slapped a few times by Ye Sheng.
"You bitch, if I don't beat you, you really think I'm spoiling you. Now you're no fairy king to me. You're just a piece of trash. You've really pissed me off, so I'm going to throw you into the furnace now." Ye.
Sheng sneered.
Several Immortal Kings were angry, but when they thought about the scene of the severed-hand Immortal King's rapid death, they became inexplicably afraid.
The Immortal King is also afraid of death.
In fact, the higher your cultivation level, the more you fear death.
Otherwise, why would many emperors refuse to live or die despite being able to transcend at their peak?
Because once you transcend, you will either succeed or fail. There is no third option. It is too extreme.
Many of them are those who have worked hard to reach the emperor. Once they transcend, the result of failure is that the past will be wasted.
Ye Sheng looked at the stove and them, feeling as if he was in another world. Just before, he hid in the fairy court because he was afraid of them, but who would have thought that these fairy kings would now be under his gaze?
Shivering and anxious?
The situation reversed so quickly that Ye Sheng was a little confused.
He did not go looking for the books in Xianting. He let the earth clone and the ancient god clone go, while he looked at this mysterious old man here.
Who is this old man?
Why is it so powerful?
He is forging a sword. What sword is he forging?
Does the artifact long sword outside the Immortal Courtyard belong to this old man?
Is it his magic weapon, or was it forged by him?
These are all questions that puzzled Ye Sheng, so he could only wait until the old man stopped to answer his questions.
Ye Sheng just stared and said nothing.
Several Immortal Kings looked at each other and saw the forbearance in their eyes. They had previously informed the Chaos masters that once they came, they would still be saved, but now they needed to be forbearing.
So in this casting room, there was only the sound of the old man knocking and clanking, and the prototype of a long sword emerged.
A smile appeared on the old man's face, obviously satisfied. Then Ye Sheng saw him start to repair the long sword, and finally threw the long sword away.
boom!
The long sword flew out and left the Immortal Courtyard, floating on one side, protecting the Immortal Courtyard just like the previous sword.
Ye Sheng guessed right. The artifact in front of the Immortal Courtyard was forged by the old man.
"Doesn't that mean this is another divine weapon?" Ye Sheng looked at the old man in surprise. Is it so powerful? The divine weapon can be cast casually.
"If you add waste materials, the fire is not strong enough." The old man continued to throw all kinds of natural and earthly treasures into the stove without looking back, frowning.
Ye Sheng immediately looked at the immortal kings and showed a gloating smile.
Several immortal kings were trembling with fear, as if they were prisoners waiting for execution, looking at Ye Sheng pleadingly.