There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Ye Qinghe, who has been going around in the world for so many years, is no longer the little fairy who didn't know the personnel and affairs in Tiangong back then. He understood the purpose of these people in an instant, but the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc: "The world is in chaos, you But stop here to buy travel expenses?"

"Haha, this kid's words are really interesting, a bit like an official in the town before." The leader laughed for a while, then suddenly suppressed the smile on his face, took a step forward, and grabbed Ye Qinghe by the collar , almost lifted him from the ground: "Boy, do you know what happened to those people afterwards?"

"How's it going?" Ye Qinghe raised his head from the black cloak and looked at the group of people in front of him quietly.

The person who was holding Ye Qinghe was stunned by his cold eyes, and then reacted quickly, lifted him up from the ground even harder, and said through gritted teeth: "Dead! After this town is broken, they are the leaders." A dead one! His head was chopped off and hung on the city wall, and he is still dying!"

When he said this, his tone was fierce, as if Ye Qinghe would be the next person to be beheaded and hang on the city wall.

But Ye Qing has lived and died so many times, what is there to be nostalgic for, can it be scary?

The sarcastic smile on his lips was bigger: "So? Should I die too?"

Probably because what he said was too illogical, the man was taken aback for a moment, then threw him on the ground hard, and said to his companion behind him: "This guy is a fool, let's do it directly!"

There was nothing else on Ye Qinghe's body, a cloak that seemed to be okay around a dilapidated body. After those people determined that Ye Qinghe was a fool, they took off the cloak on him directly, and Ye Qinghe was still in charge. Qinghe was covered in scars and sores and was exposed to the sun, and a group of people walked away with cloaks.

Ye Qinghe was lying on the ground, looking at the backs of those people, he just felt that time went back to the time when he was 16 years old, but now he didn't feel so angry, but the power hidden in his body poured out like water.

Zhong Ya clearly said that he had lost his cultivation and was worse than ordinary people, but at this moment Ye Qinghe felt that he possessed infinite power.

He didn't let those who snatched his cloak leave just like that, but jumped up from the ground with this power that didn't belong to him!

Those who had already walked away with their cloaks only felt a gust of cool wind blowing from behind, and then this gust of cool wind nailed them right through each other!

They didn't even have a chance to turn their heads, just opened their mouths and eyes wide, and fell to the ground suddenly.

He didn't even see who was behind him until he died!

The smell of blood spread in the outskirts of the town, Ye Qinghe didn't hold back this time, those lying on the ground had no chance to stand up again.

His body was soaked in the blood of these people, and the smell of iron irritated his nostrils. Ye Qinghe took a deep breath, and even felt that his injuries had improved a lot.

Perhaps there is nothing wrong with becoming a demon.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghe turned around and wanted to deal with the last person, who was also the one who took the lead in tearing off his cloak.

The man had long been stunned by the bloody scene in front of him. Seeing Ye Qinghe approaching step by step, his legs suddenly became wet, and a strong foul smell spread in the air.

He was so scared that he lost control.

Ye Qinghe had a cold smile on his lips, and was about to step forward, but the magical power in his body that supported him suddenly disappeared, and he knelt down on the ground all of a sudden.

The air suddenly became quiet. The man had already been terrified by Ye Qinghe. Seeing him not moving suddenly, he hesitated and then became ecstatic. Then he got up and ran away!

The figure of that person gradually faded away, but Ye Qinghe was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger.

In the end, the man disappeared, and Ye Qinghe's body couldn't support his own weight, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

He was lying on the ground, the sky was as clear as washing, and the stars of the Milky Way spread out in one piece, making the surroundings peaceful and quiet.

However, the tranquility did not last long, and the person who had just escaped came back with a group of people.

These people are different from those strange ones, they have cultivation bases, and some of them even have high cultivation bases.

The fleeing man was at the forefront, and when he saw Ye Qinghe lying on the ground, he shouted loudly: "It's him, kill us all!"

In an instant, those people surrounded Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe looked up at the strange faces of those people, the corners of his lips curled into a smile, but his body didn't move at all, looking quite fearless, but only he knew in his heart that he couldn't move at all.

And those people looked at him like this, showing fear, and then someone stepped forward and kicked him tentatively, and after finding that he was still motionless, they laughed contemptuously: "I thought this guy was so capable, but he turned out to be a show. We brought so many people here in vain! Brothers, if he dares to kill our things, he must bear the due price, beat me! Kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, countless fists and kicks landed on Ye Qinghe's body. He couldn't move and could only endure silently.

The damaged body in Zhong's dungeon was further damaged. Those who came for revenge used some strange means to hit Ye Qinghe with heart-rending pain, even he couldn't bear it.

Gradually, his body curled up, his face was crushed in the mud, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

At this moment, the leader finally stopped, stepped on Ye Qinghe's back, grabbed his loose hair with one hand, lifted his head from the dirt, approached and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?" Can you admit defeat?"

He is clearly a mortal, but when he was speaking, Ye Qinghe seemed to hear someone in the Heavenly Palace asking in a calm voice, "Ji He, can you admit defeat?"

Ji He, you will definitely lose.

Not only you, but the whole devil world can't compete with me.

This voice was imprinted in the depths of Ye Qinghe's soul, questioning him time and time again, but he remained silent, the mortal who grabbed him became impatient, the corners of his eyes became more indifferent, and the mortal raised his fist and hit Ye Qinghe's face hard go!

pain!

It hurts so badly!

As if his soul was being squeezed, the pain penetrated Ye Qinghe's whole body. In the dark, he felt as if a fist had grabbed his soul out of his body, and then kneaded it in the palm of his hand.

He was forced to lower his head, and bent over in front of the mortal in a kneeling posture. The mortal was overjoyed and asked again, "Have you conceded defeat?"

"Admit defeat..." In a daze, Ye Qinghe seemed to hear himself say this.

The moment he opened his mouth to admit defeat, all the pain in his body disappeared, his body lightened, and he floated upwards.