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"Now it's time to take sides, and everyone is ready to fight, this fight is inevitable." Emperor Duan said in a low voice and with some sadness.

Not only Emperor Duan, but also Zhou Botong and others know that once it really comes to this point, will the Martial God World still be the Martial God World?

And in the Purple Gold Palace, which is far away from Yuntian Palace, the Martial God has not closed his eyes for a few days, and Ye Cheng's methods are endless, just one day, the currency plan that he has been planning for a long time has been completely disrupted, and there is one less chance to succeed, which makes the Martial God itch the root of Ye Cheng's hate.

"No, I can't wait, this dark blue low-key must know something, all his actions are aimed at sabotaging my plan, I can't wait." The Martial God lowered his head and muttered to himself, and an anxious atmosphere permeated the entire hall.

Ye Cheng felt the tense atmosphere when he entered the Martial God World, although Ye Cheng was mentally prepared, he still didn't expect that in one night, things would become so serious.

The palatial mansion was dilapidated at this time, and although there was no blood left in the game, the ruins and devastation still showed the brutality of last night's fight.

Seeing Ye Cheng walk out of the bedroom, the monk ran over for the first time, and the night of fighting made him very haggard, and Ye Cheng looked over, in this night, the monk actually dropped two levels.

Not only the monks who quit sex, after Ye Cheng appeared, one after another figures appeared between those ruins and broken walls, protecting Ye Cheng in it for the first time.

The kidneys are long, the girls are peaceful, the little hands are trembling, the innocent female sisters and brothers, even the gynecology doctor and other masters of the Feixia studio also appeared in the mansion.

"What the hell happened?" Ye Cheng asked with a frown.

"Where do we know? Who the hell have you provoked? Why did even the aboriginal masters appear one after another? We fought all night, I don't know how many we killed, but our people also hung up many times. Haizi said angrily.

The most innocent is Haizi, who was going to come over yesterday to invite Ye Cheng to Cuihualou to celebrate, but as soon as he arrived at Ye Cheng's mansion, a group of black-clothed masked people appeared behind him, and the target of these people was obvious, it was the bedroom where Ye Cheng lived.

In a hurry, Haizi and the vigilant monk met the siege of the first batch of masters, and Haizi became the first player to be killed.

In one night, those aboriginal masters were like crazy, even if all these friends in Ye Cheng gathered, they could only resist it, and the casualties never stopped.

"Nima" Ye Cheng was furious, and directly called Sikong Tianyue to him.

"I'm sorry for you, the son of martial arts, the third brother of Allure, a sloppy ghost...... Can these people immediately investigate their location? "Ye Cheng is not a person with a small belly, but for this kind of hatred, he is definitely revenge, and the behavior of these aboriginal masters has violated his bottom line.

The IDs Ye Cheng said were all in the memories of the previous life, ostensibly obeying the Martial Fortune Prince, but in fact, they were on an equal footing with the Martial Fortune Prince, and Ye Cheng analyzed that they were also characters shaped by the Martial God World, not real players.

Ye Cheng originally thought that the appearance of the Son of Heaven was just because of a mistake in the system, which caused the aboriginal NP to have independent wisdom and carry out a series of actions for the sake of eternal life.

But through the performance of the Martial God yesterday, Ye Cheng knew that the Martial Genius was just a thug, and the big H6 behind him was the real black hand, the black hand who controlled all this, but Ye Cheng had no way to find out.

was attacked, Ye Cheng had already been mentally prepared for this, after all, what his plot points exchanged for was a very important thing for these aboriginal NPs, and it was strange to break people's dreams and not be retaliated against.

But Ye Cheng didn't expect this revenge to come so quickly, which made him feel caught off guard.

The sloppy ghost is in the western suburbs post tavern.

There are many cultists in the League of Heroes, and Sikong Tianyue quickly locked down a player on Ye Cheng's list.

Nodding, Ye Cheng didn't talk nonsense, he directly rose into the air and rushed towards the western suburbs of Chang'an.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Cheng came to the western suburbs of the post house, in front of the dilapidated house, under the towering banyan tree, three or five tables were placed here, this is the post station teahouse.

It was just morning, and there were not many people drinking tea here, and there were soon traces of sloppy ghosts in Yecheng.

As the name suggests, the sloppy ghost is really sloppy, he sits alone on a table by the window, the teacup in his hand is like a cow, the cup is full, it is simply a cow chewing peonies.

The most disgusting thing is that the sloppy ghost has a big black foot on the bench, a teacup in one hand, and the other hand is actually rubbing the black foot, which makes people can't help but feel disgusted when they see it.

Although this teahouse is open-air, and most of the tea drinkers are peddlers and pawns, this kind of tea drinker is really unique.

The owner of the teahouse watched from a distance, with an ugly face like constipation, watching the tea customers walk away in disgust, but the boss did not dare to have any disrespect for the sloppy ghosts.

"Hmph, I'll use you to verify it" Ye Cheng snorted coldly, slowly walked into the teahouse, and after quietly approaching the sloppy ghost, Ye Cheng slammed out, and the cold moon treasure knife slashed at the sloppy ghost's neck like lightning.

Maybe there are too many enemies, the sloppy ghost is always ready to guard and escape even when drinking tea, Ye Cheng's knife can't be said to be not hidden, but it is still weirdly dodged by the sloppy ghost.

"Who dares to sneak attack the master and look for death, is it you?" The sloppy ghost obviously knew Ye Cheng, and after being stunned for a moment, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face, and without saying a word, he pulled out a pair of plate axes and pounced towards Ye Cheng.

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In the roar, the sloppy ghost's double axe slashed down in a hurry, so fast that Ye Cheng didn't expect it.

At this time, as long as Ye Cheng dodged a plate axe and took the sloppy ghost's blow hard, he would definitely be able to stab the Cold Moon Treasure Knife into the sloppy ghost's chest or neck at the last moment.

With a slight injury, the opponent was seriously injured or even killed directly, and he would go back to do anything about this deal, but Ye Cheng immediately retreated, and retreated a few steps in a row.

The pair of plate axes were covered with oil stains and black stains, and they were very disgusting to see, Ye Cheng didn't want to be hit by such an axe.

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In anger, Ye Cheng did not spare his hand, and immediately performed one of the life-saving tricks of the Hu family's sword technique, and at the same time provoked the attribute of the must.

The twin axes slashed downward, and the sloppy ghost's entire body stiffened in place as if it were petrified, and at this time, Ye Cheng's attack was already approaching.

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The Cold Moon Treasure Knife seemed to have crossed the barrier of space, and instantly appeared on the neck of the sloppy ghost, and with the cold light flashing, a vital attack was easily obtained

Ye Cheng's attack had not stopped, and the Xuantie dagger in his left hand secretly struck, a hidden knife style, and the Xuantie dagger stabbed fiercely from under the sloppy ghost's left ribs, reaching the heart

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Two huge red blood reduction symbols floated above the sloppy ghost's head, and two key attacks in succession, Ye Cheng's angry full attack, directly killed the sloppy ghost on the spot.

Looking at the corpse of the sloppy ghost, Ye Cheng did not relax his vigilance, but became more vigilant, and the Cold Moon Treasure Knife in his right hand had also been replaced by a Ling Dagger.

There was no dilution, no release of the corpse, the sloppy ghost lay there quietly as if it were an ordinary corpse.

"Why is this happening?" A minute passed, and the corpse still did not disappear, and the sloppy ghost suddenly became frightened and roared bitterly.

"You're a player, you're just dropping one level, but if you're not a real player, hehe" Ye Cheng smiled coldly.

Ye Cheng killed this sloppy ghost not only because he was angry and wanted to fight back, but also to verify his guess in his previous life, and whether the Martial God System really fulfilled his request.

Two minutes, three minutes......

A full five minutes passed, and the sloppy ghost's corpse was refreshed, but Ye Cheng was completely relieved.

Instant kill, if it's a player, either release the corpse, or resurrect it on the spot, and the aborigines don't have this good luck, the process of rebirth and resurrection has been completely closed by Ye Cheng's application, as long as it's the aboriginal NP no matter where it is, the death will completely dissipate.

First the feet, then the body, and finally the hands and heads, which is a situation unique to the death of the original natives in the world of the Martial God.

"It seems that my estimate is correct, these are not real players, but some programming program alternatives." Ye Cheng muttered a few words, and then opened the address book to find the next target.

The first time the sloppy ghost was killed, the martial god in the Purple Gold Hall felt it.

"The sloppy ghost was killed? Navy low-key pro-automatic hand? How did he know that Sloppy was a player I created? How would he know? The Martial God couldn't believe it, if it was a coincidence, the Martial God himself didn't believe it.

"What's going on, what's going on with this dark blue low-key? What did he really appear? The martial god was tangled and angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Martial God felt as if he was a girl wrapped in thick clothes, he had always protected himself very well, except for Zhou Botong and others, no one knew that he had an independent memory and perception as an NPC.

"Hold on, keep going, only one step away, only one step away." The martial god slowly closed his eyes, and a huge screen suddenly appeared in front of him, and all kinds of data on the screen fell like snowflakes.

Soon, the walls of the entire Purple Gold Hall became transparent, forming huge virtual screens, and more and more data continued to scroll, as the invisible sight poured into the Martial God World.