"If there is any other means, use it quickly, you better not stop! Otherwise, I will not be able to help but kill you!" Ye Qinghan stretched out his hand and flicked the subtle folds on the placket of his clothes, and said leisurely.

"You give me death!" Ye Xiangmeng roared, and the magic trick in his hand changed again.

"Shoot!" Another word spat out from his mouth, the sound rolled and dispersed, the strange black gas spun up like a tornado, and a terrifying tearing force appeared, Ye Qinghan felt that the spiritual power in his body was passing rapidly under the effect of this tearing force.

And Ye Xiangmeng's somewhat pale face began to become rosy.

"Do you forcibly seize the opponent's spiritual power for your own use? Then it depends on whether you eat it or not!" Ye Qinghan quickly understood Ye Xiangmeng's intentions, he not only resisted at all, but tried his best to "cooperate".

He has the anti-heaven treasure of Lingyuan Sangmu in his body, and for him, the most important thing is aura.

Ye Xiangmeng felt that endless spiritual power was pouring into his body at a rapid pace, and the powerful feeling on his body made him smile cruelly.

Not to mention, in his heart, he actually has a deep fear of the technique taught to him by Ye Wufang, after all, Ye Wufang is the person of the Ye family's main lineage, and he doesn't just know about the exercises taught by the Ye family's main lineage.

But after really casting such a spell, there was no difference from usual, and it still made him a little unstoppable. Even if there were some accidents, this spell was still more powerful than he could have imagined.

At this moment, he only has Ye Qinghan as an enemy in his eyes, and he is bent on killing him, as for other things, it will not be too late to talk about it after this matter is resolved.

But soon, his face became a little weird, because as time passed, Ye Qinghan, who was devoured by the spell, not only did not look the slightest weak, but was still calm and did not have the slightest panicked expression.

Moreover, he soon sensed that the speed of this spiritual energy influx was getting faster and faster, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he found out, he felt that it was completely beyond his control, like a big river running

The gush never seems to stop.

He is just a spell, how can he compare it with the spiritual source mulberry on Ye Qinghan's body? The realm of the monk determines his ability to accommodate spiritual power, even if Ye Xiangmeng was injured just now, and then it was greatly consumed, but after such a long time of devouring, those consumption had already been restored.

At this moment, every time he devours a piece of spiritual power, it is no longer a blessing for him, but a powerful burden.

His face became more and more ugly, although there was no change on the surface, but he could feel that his body was like a balloon that had been blown to the maximum, and it was still blowing into it, and there was a feeling that it was about to explode at any time.

"It's just a seventh-layer cultivation of the Cave Void, how can you still have such abundant spiritual power if you continue to fight for so long?

The aura of Ye Xiangmeng's spell was too weird, and the Ye family monks on the side also looked at the two people in the stalemate with surprised expressions, and they had the intention to help, but they couldn't get close at all.

As time passed, Ye Xiangmeng's complexion had become the color of pig liver, and his body began to tremble constantly, and it was almost to the limit. But Ye Qinghan was still extremely leisurely, just carrying his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and with a hint of playful sneer, he looked at him lightly.

"Damn, how the hell did you do it!" Ye Xiangmeng always felt that if he held on for a while, Ye Qinghan would fall as he wished, but now he felt that he was going to explode and die in the next second, and he let out an unwilling roar in his mouth, and the magic trick in his hand was played quickly, cutting off the connection between the spell and him.

A large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and he was forced to stop the spell so forcibly, and he was also subjected to a powerful backlash that was already unsustainable.

The feeling that it was about to explode was still there, but Ye Xiangmeng was relieved after all, after all, the influx of spiritual power had finally stopped. He looked at Ye Qinghan like a monster, and finally a strong fear was born in his heart.

Ye Qinghan was too calm, and said seriously, using this strange technique from Ye Xiangmeng

Until now, his only action was to put his hands behind his back, and he had always looked at Ye Xiangmeng coldly.

"I said you told you not to stop, do you want to die?" Ye Qinghan's cold and piercing voice sounded, touching the cold light in his eyes, Ye Xiangmeng's eyes shrank slightly, and then a wave of anger erupted again.

"It's too much to deceive people, even if the old man dies today, he will pull you on his back!" Ye Xiangmeng felt that he had never been so aggrieved in his life, from seeing Ye Qinghan to the present, the hundreds of monks of the Ye family had not taken advantage of it at all, as the head of the branch of the Tianxuan Ye family of the mighty Big Dipper Star Domain, how could he accept such a result?

Filled with huge spiritual power, Ye Xiangmeng, who was already eager to fight a big battle for consumption, rushed towards Ye Qinghan again with a roar. This time, he used an ordinary Dao method, but the strange aura on his body was still there, so when he made a move, it was all an attack method, and he completely gave up his defense.

"It turns out that what he taught you is only a little bit of the surface. You've made me lose interest, so, you can die!" Ye Qinghan shook his head in disappointment and stretched out a hand, his fingertips condensing a light the size of a grain of rice.

This light looks very faint, and there is no striking place, but if you look closely, you will find that there are incomparably complex patterns in this point of light. It is made up of countless more smiling points of light, and the distribution pattern of those points of light makes people look familiar for a while. Soon, someone could tell that the way these points of light were distributed was the same as the starry sky overhead.

Ye Qinghan originally wanted to see the strange spells on Ye Xiangmeng, so he had an understanding in advance, but he didn't expect that after he used the three spells, he was already exhausted. The person in front of him no longer has the slightest use value, the cultivation he wants to stabilize has been stabilized, and the strange magic he wants to see has also been seen, and this person should die.

The point of light had already left his finger the moment it stretched out, and it was extremely fast, but there was still no breath.

"Xingyao!" A clear drink came out of Ye Qinghan's mouth, and the point of light suddenly expanded, and countless smaller points of light instantly formed a small starry sky, completely enveloping Ye Xiangmeng.

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