Ye Ming's whole body, because of this humiliation and anger, the blood in his whole body was boiling and boiling, and the spirit in his mind was condensed one after another, as if he was going to break through the gate of heaven.

Getting out of the sea of suffering of the slave, Ye Ming knew how hard-won all this was now.

We must not be so embarrassed at this moment that we have a hot head and don't care about life or death.

"Only by living can we have a chance!" Ye Ming said secretly in his heart, as if he had sworn an oath.

The Tiansha gourd is Ye Ming's current reliance, the value of a treasure is immeasurable, with the Tiansha gourd, Ye Ming survived in this outer heaven, and slaughtered thousands of heavenly demons, made Tianyuan Dan, and became the capital of cultivation.

Even in the future, he can also use the Tiansha Gourd to go out to practice, go to the underground world to hunt earth demons, create Earth Yuan Dan, and go to dangerous places to seek creation.

To put it mildly, the Heavenly Evil Gourd is the greatest help for his current cultivation, it can help him go to heaven and earth, and this is what Ye Xue rewarded him, which is of great significance.

Now Ling Fengchen wants to deprive him of this magic weapon, and he will be deprived if he resists, and he will be deprived even more if he does not resist.

But.

Ye Ming still spoke, he looked at Ling Fengchen.

"The Heavenly Evil Gourd can be given to you, but before that, I have to ask Senior Sister Ye Xue first, because this is what she used for my self-defense, and she is the real holder of the Heavenly Evil Gourd. Ye Mingyi said rhetorically, his anger suppressed under the surface, and his face was expressionless.

As soon as he heard that Ye Ming took out Ye Xue again, Ling Fengchen's face suddenly became angry, and he was furious: "You are so ignorant that you think that you can press me by moving out of Ye Xue?" ”

Ling Fengchen was furious, and his anger was soaring, and his words made all the disciples present silent.

They glared at Ye Ming one by one.

There were individual glances that appreciated Ye Ming's commendable courage.

But the vast majority of the disciples were extremely indignant at Ye Ming, and their eyes showed a fierce light.

Because it was Ling Fengchen who saved them, Ling Fengchen was not only their senior brother, but also their god now.

Ye Ming was against their "god", how could they not show Ye Ming's fierceness.

Of course, Chang Ting and the nine female cultivators still stood firmly by Ye Ming's side.

It's just that they have done everything they should have done, and now they have more than enough heart but not enough strength, and they are soft-spoken, and they are all sweating for Ye Ming in their hearts.

"What the hell, you dare to talk to Senior Brother like this. ”

"It's just that I don't know how thick the sky is. ”

"Do you think it's great to rely on Ye Xue? As everyone knows, Ye Xue is not worth mentioning in front of the senior brother. ”

"His magic gourd should be confiscated, so that he can also taste the loss of the magic weapon. ”

Those disciples, one by one, talked about each other, and Ye Ming also took it all in his ears, not taking their nonsense to heart at all.

Because in Ye Ming's opinion, these people are the same as what they are talking about, words are nonsense, and people are nonsense.

In the flash of light, Ling Fengchen made a move, obviously losing his patience.

He flicked his fingers, and all of a sudden, Ye Ming was like being struck by lightning.

A fluctuation that was not even visible to the naked eye distorted the air, like ripples on the surface of the water, Ye Ming saw that the air in front of him was instantly distorted, and his whole body immediately became numb.

Then, the qi and blood of the whole body instantly reversed, the brain was blank, and the whole person had a feeling of death at this moment.

That's right, Ye Mingzhen felt like he was "dead", he didn't feel anything, his brain was blank, his whole body couldn't move, his consciousness was completely gone, and his whole person seemed to be non-existent.

Fortunately, there was only a time for two breaths to feel this feeling, and after two breaths, his consciousness returned.

But.

The Tiansha gourd is gone, and it was originally shrunk and hung on the belt like a wine gourd.

It had already reached Ling Fengchen's hand, and then Ling Fengchen showed a sinister smile, looked at Ye Ming, and slowly erased the spiritual imprint that belonged to Ye Ming in the Heavenly Evil Gourd.

With a touch of the spiritual imprint, Ye Ming instantly lost his sense of contact with the Heavenly Demon Gourd.

The first time someone erased the brand and took away the magic weapon, Ye Ming realized that it was as if someone had cut off a piece of his heart.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if the child I bring with me every day is suddenly snatched by a wicked person, and then in front of you, in front of you, the child is killed.

"Give it back to me. Ye Ming roared, his eyes were blood-red, at this moment his blood was surging, his anger was like a flood bursting the embankment, he couldn't control it at all, he couldn't bear it.

Ye Ming's footsteps had just risen, and he wanted to rush over and snatch his "child" from Ling Fengchen's hands

But before he moved, he saw Ling Fengchen raise his palm slightly, and then pressed his palm down.

Bang.

Ye Ming felt that the sky was spinning, and he was lightheaded, as if there was an incomparably heavy mountain pressing on him.

Immediately, there was a "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot, and the whole person staggered a few steps, and the pressure became heavier and heavier.

In the end, he couldn't bear it, as if he had pressed ten mountains on him, and he was prostrate on the ground, unable to move.

Senior Brother Ye Ming...... "The nine female cultivators couldn't help, and when they saw Ye Ming being hit by this, their tears fell.

If you want to help Ye Ming, you don't dare, looking at Ling Fengchen's majesty, no one dares to approach Ye Ming's ten steps.

"I don't know the height of the sky, I don't know how to respect my superiors, I don't know how to repent, what's the use of leaving you?" Ling Fengchen's majestic and domineering voice sounded, staring at Ye Ming, who was crawling on the ground and unable to move, he seemed to have murderous intentions.

Ye Ming was still struggling now, but it was in vain, because he was still being pressed by Ling Fengchen.

It's like pressing ten mountains on Ye Ming's body, how can Ye Ming shake it?

Ling Fengchen has already used his supernatural power: "The Technique of Moving Mountains and Reclamation".

It is also one of the nine supernatural powers of the Gui Sect, and the mountain soul is moved between the uses to suppress it with the mountain.

Moreover, Ling Fengchen also cultivated the "Heavenless Fortune Divine Channel System", and the mountain he moved from was several times heavier than other people's mountains.

"Heavenless Daoist" is a famous person in ancient times, it is said that he became an immortal, leaving a legacy waiting for someone to inherit his mantle.

In the early years, Ling Fengchen went out to practice and got adventures, that is, he got the relics of the Heavenless Daoist, inherited his mantle, and obtained the "Heavenless Fortune Divine Channel System" to major in divine power, that is, mana.

The Tian Yuan Continent is vast and rich, and countless ancient Daoists, immortals' Xiuzhen Cave Mansion, relics, Dao systems, treasures, etc., have not yet seen the light of day.

Waiting for the destined people with atmospheric luck to discover and inherit, Ling Fengchen can get the Dao inheritance of the Heavenless Dao people, which shows that he is a Tianjiao figure with atmospheric luck.

And this technique of moving mountains and reclamation is actually the manifestation of supernatural power, and if there is a mountain on the side, it can move its mountain soul, and with its power, it is not really to move a mountain over.

Seeing that Ling Fengchen was about to make a move, in an instant, the nine female cultivators knelt on the ground one after another, begging bitterly.

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