Restrained by the [Spirit Binding Technique], he couldn't move at all, and seeing that a kick with terrifying energy was about to step on his face, he was terrified, and screamed loudly: "Don't kill me, I'll give you the antidote!"

His hurried shouts didn't slow the speed of the paw of the foot in the slightest, and a sound like a watermelon shattering sounded, and the man was no longer silent. Countless tiny black insects poured out of the corpse, opening their teeth and claws towards Ye Qinghan, and they were greeted by a terrifying flame, and even the corpse turned into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.

"You killed him? You actually dared to kill him? Without him, no one would be able to solve the poison on your body! You are dead!" Several white-robed Taoist bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were dull as they watched Ye Qinghan approach step by step.

"Shouldn't you be afraid? I'm about to die and die, how can I let you go?" Ye Qinghan stood still on the stone steps not far in front of them, looked at a few people with uncertain faces condescendingly, and said lightly.

"What are you going to do to let us go?" asked the slightly chubby white-clothed Taoist with a long exhale.

"A hundred years as a slave, you can change your life!" Ye Qinghan opened the [Spirit Eye Technique] and swept over several people, and said lightly.

"A hundred years of slavery? Boy, can't you see that we are all dying, and our longevity is coming to an end, let alone a hundred years, twenty years may not be able to survive. If there are any conditions, just say it directly! I'll be in your hands, life and death are under your control, so don't tease us!" Before the chubby old Taoist could speak, another white-robed Taoist on his left hand side said with a miserable laugh.

"I won't let you die, you can't die if you want to! If I don't want you to live, I can let you die in the next second!" Ye Qinghan didn't have the slightest arrogance on his face, and looked at the few people in front of him lightly, and said it very naturally.

Several people were silent with complicated expressions, and Ye Qinghan was not in a hurry, looking at them lightly, waiting for their answer.

"Your courage is very admirable to me, aren't you afraid that we will pretend to agree?After all, at this moment, I am begging for my life under your persecution, and I have to agree to such an excessive request from you!" After a long time, the slightly chubby old man looked up at Ye Qinghan and asked.

"Don't pretend! You yourself know that Shouyuan is approaching, and you have obtained a hundred years of Shouyuan out of thin air, and you have taken advantage of it, so how can you talk about persecution? Since I dare to accept you, I naturally have the means to control you. My patience is limited, to be a slave or to die, you choose for yourself!" Ye Qing laughed coldly, looked at a few people playfully, and said lightly.

Looking at Ye Qinghan's oppressive gaze, the slightly chubby Taoist sighed and knelt down.

"Door master!" The three people beside him snorted softly with a little sadness, hesitated slightly, and knelt in front of Ye Qinghan. Ye Qinghan's face remained unchanged, and his figure flashed in front of several people, and before they could react, his fingers clicked like phantoms.

Several people let out an exclamation, only to feel a pain in their hearts, and a drop of red blood flew out of their chests, suspended on Ye Qinghan's fingertips. I saw Ye Qinghan's ten fingers flipping, countless mystical spells were quickly played, and a few drops of hard work changed shapes in the sky, and finally turned into four mystical symbols and landed on Ye Qinghan's arm.

A strong sense of fear rose in the hearts of several people, although they didn't feel any discomfort, but they inexplicably felt that from this moment on, their life and death were completely in the hands of Ye Qinghan. Even his inner thoughts, in front of Ye Qinghan, there was not the slightest secret to speak of.

"What kind of spell is this?" asked the chubby Taoist hesitantly.

Ye Qinghan ignored him, and glanced at the group of people at the door of the villa on the side, who wanted to get closer, but were afraid. Those people had long been frightened and trembling, and when they saw Ye Qinghan's casually swept gaze, they were still standing firmly, and as soon as their legs were weak, they knelt directly on the muddy snow.

Regardless of the mud stained with the brand-name clothes on his body, or the biting cold ice and snow on the ground, a group of people kept kowtowing with tears in their eyes, unable to even speak.

"They are the agents of the Xiandanmen in the world, and everything is done under our command. Please also ask the master to raise his noble hand and not implicate them!" Several old men from the Immortal Pill Sect knelt behind Ye Qinghan and pleaded.

Ye Qinghan retracted his gaze and strode towards the door. The four white-robed Daoists sighed and followed behind him. Jian Jiuping was not far away, and he saw the battle on Bashan clearly, and his heart was extremely excited. Until Ye Qinghan approached with the four old men, his body was still trembling slightly.

"Master, can I be as strong as you in the future?" Without waiting for Ye Qinghan to come over, Jian Jiuping greeted him and asked with an excited face.

"What kind of power is this, it's just getting started!" Ye Qinghan chuckled lightly and beckoned the four white-robed Daoists to follow him into the car.

Jian Jiuping drove a two-row business car today, and five or six people sat in it, which was still extremely spacious. As soon as the car drove not far away, Ye Qinghan arranged for Jian Jiuping to park the car on the side of the road.

"Help me protect the Fa!" After Ye Qinghan got out of the car, he slowly walked to a big rock on the hillside and sat down, and said calmly. Only then did a few people notice that his face was a little pale, and there was a faint black qi flowing between the Yin Hall.

"This is the unique poison of Donald Monster of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the master should leave him alive, this poison, only he has the antidote!" The slightly chubby white-robed Taoist couldn't help but say, this person's name is Wang Puni, and he is the master of the Xiandan Gate.

The other people who followed him felt a little relieved but a little lost when they saw this situation. What is relieved is that the humiliated succumbing to slavery just now, Ye Qinghan, the master, seems to be about to die immediately. And the loss is that Ye Qinghan once said as a matter of course that he can let them continue to live for a hundred years, and if he dies now, everything will be empty.

To live, no one wants to die, even if it is a slave or a slave. can live well, no one wants to live a nest and humble, a few people are the masters and elders of the Hidden Sect Xiandanmen, and they naturally have their arrogance. If the life of slavery is not threatened, who can lower the head and raise it?

The wind in the mountains seemed to have become more violent, and the body of Ye Qinghan, who was sitting cross-legged, was hovering rapidly. A few people saw a white eye coming in and out between Ye Qinghan's nostrils, condensing but not dissipating, like substance.

"Duh!" a soft snort came from Ye Qinghan's mouth, and the white smoke between his nostrils flew out like an arrow and landed on the big rock in front of him.