"I wonder if you, yesterday, thought you would have this day?"
Ye Bai's expression remained unchanged, but when he heard this, he sighed and said, "I regret it now, very much."
Zhao Ji's face was ruddy and he laughed wildly and said: "Hahaha, how stupid. Do you think these words you are saying now are of any use?"
Under the silent night, the crows of crows could be heard from time to time. In the temple, a huge mountain god stood in the middle, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Ye Bai stood at the foot of the flashing statue, savoring the chill in the air. He said calmly: "If I had it to do over again, I would kill you."
Zhao Ji stared at him condescendingly and said contemptuously: "It's a pity that nothing can be repeated."
Ye Bai looked at him calmly, squinting his eyes, with a somewhat noncommittal look on his face.
"That's enough."
City Lord Zhang stared at Ye Bai with murderous eyes, and he said lightly: "I just ask you, you killed my son, right?"
"Yes, since he is here and he is so arrogant, why should I not kill him?"
Ye Bai looked at City Lord Zhang seriously and smiled.
In the corner, Master Shuiyue heard this, and his eyes fell on Ye Bai, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Under such circumstances, being able to remain calm in every situation and fearless in the face of danger is not something that anyone can do, even if they know that there is a strong person like him beside them.
Courage is not something that everyone can have, let alone anyone.
Just like cultivation, many things also require talent. There is no doubt that Ye Bai is really talented except for some things where he lacks experience along the way.
"Very well, you are very brave, so now, I will kill you too."
City Lord Zhang was silent for a moment, then grinned, but the smile was full of cruelty.
The monk surnamed Wang sneered and said disdainfully: "City Lord Zhang, you'd better take action earlier. Such an arrogant person is really nothing to worry about."
Zhao Ji's eyes also became fiery. According to the agreement just now, if Ye Bai shows a trace, then he can get the things that belong to him, including the treasure he is most passionate about, which is the Red Blood Sword.
It is impossible for a small sect like theirs to possess such items as treasures, which is why the monk surnamed Wang decided to take action after hearing about it.
Ye Bai thought for a while and suddenly asked curiously: "You can tell by looking at my clothes and the treasures on my body that my background is definitely not ordinary. So I really want to ask, aren't you afraid of me?
The elders of the sect came to seek revenge?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ji's face changed. He also thought of this, so his eyes became hesitant.
It's one thing to want a treasure, but it's another thing whether you have the life to use it after you get it.
The monk surnamed Wang smiled indifferently, stared at Ye Bai with strange eyes, and said: "Don't worry, since we have come here, we naturally have ways to deal with these things. City Lord Zhang, why don't you just let
He should understand better."
City Lord Zhang sneered, waved his hand, and then, a flag billowing with yin energy appeared in his hand. Black energy surged above it, and there was a faint ghost flashing out of it.
"This thing is called the Soul-Calling Flag. Boy, after you die, I will put you into this Soul-Calling Flag. At that time, the ghosts inside will gnaw at your soul day and night. This Yin Qi is very harmful to the soul.
It is a great tonic, so you don’t have to worry about dying. On the contrary, you will continue to live, living in pain, and life is worse than death!”
At the end of the sentence, City Lord Zhang's mouth turned extremely cruel.
The monk surnamed Wang gloated and explained: "As long as your soul cannot escape, even if your master is extremely powerful, what can he do at that time? How can he possibly know who killed you?"
Zhao Ji laughed wildly and his worries disappeared. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Bai, what else do you want to say now?"
"I want to say that City Lord Zhang is worthy of being a City Lord. He is soft-footed and wealthy. He even has a storage bag, but I don't know what treasures are in it."
Ye Bai looked at the two people with a half-smile and said lightly.
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Ji's eyes moved and he stared at City Lord Zhang, with a clear look of greed in his eyes.
City Lord Zhang felt something, turned his head and glanced at Zhao Ji expressionlessly.
I didn't see how he moved, but Zhao Ji's face turned pale, his whole body shook, and even his breath became much weaker.
The monk surnamed Wang stood in the middle of the two of them in time. He looked as usual and said with a smile: "City Master Zhang, we have been cooperating for so many years. Don't you know my credibility? My apprentice also fell into the opponent's trap."
This is the result of someone trying to stir up dissension, so don’t be angry."
"Next time, he will die."
City Lord Zhang said coldly.
Zhao Ji clutched his chest, his face turned pale and pale, but his whole body relaxed. He didn't know why, but at that moment, he actually smelled the smell of death.
The monk surnamed Wang's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "City Lord Zhang. This guy has a sharp tongue. I think it's better not to say anything more, so as not to have long nights and dreams. I'll help you retrieve your soul!"
As he spoke, the monk surnamed Wang patted his waist, and then, the same small flag appeared in his hand. At the same time, he waved lightly, and four flags suddenly flew out of the small flag. This flag
They each blocked the exit of the mountain temple.
After doing this this time, he smiled sinisterly and said: "City Lord Zhang, as you can see by comparison with my formation, even a monk in the Golden Core realm will have to spend some effort to break through it.
If you use it on this kid, it's really killing a chicken with a sledgehammer."
City Lord Zhang said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Wang, thank you very much."
The monk surnamed Wang quickly stood aside, took a safe position, and then said: "It's easy to talk, it's just a small job, it's not worth mentioning."
City Lord Zhang didn't say anything more. He threw it away casually, and the yin-filled soul-calling flag was stuck on the ground. At the same time, the entire mountain temple became inexplicably dark, and even the moonlight could not shine through.
Every cent.
In the darkness, Ye Bai clearly felt the dark wind blowing on his body, giving him a creepy feeling.
"Poof!"
The bonfire flickers on and off, sometimes growing short and then suddenly extinguishing.
In fact, Ye Bai felt a fear coming from his heart, and felt that the temperature of his whole body was decreasing.
Although the mountain temple has fallen into complete darkness. (To be continued)