Chapter Twenty-Three: Borrowing Something?
Ye Man shook his head, and he was no longer polite to him, and said straight to the point: "Not only Brother Ye, what are you looking for me?"
"It is said that the son of Shendu is famous all over the world, and today I finally have the fate to see him!" Ye Wuji flattered and said with a smile: "This time, I want to borrow something from Gongzi Shendu!"
"Oh, what is it?" Ye Man raised his eyebrows and said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Ye Wuji looked at the maids on the left and right and did not speak.
Ye Man understood, waved his hand, and said to them, "You guys go down." ”
"Yes, young master. The four beautiful maids looked at each other, and then each of them writhed and left the room.
"Brother Ye, now you can say it. Ye Mandao.
"Nothing. I just want Childe's life!" Ye Wuji's eyes shot a cold light, but his face was very indifferent, as if he was just saying that he was eating a meal.
Ye Man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.
"Brother Ye, what are you laughing at?" is also Brother Ye, this time it is Ye Wuji's turn to be puzzled.
"There are many people in the world who want Ye Man's life, but until now, Ye Man is still alive and well, on the contrary, those who say they want Ye Man's life are dead, Brother Ye, do you know why?"
"I don't know. Ye Wuji shook his head and said.
"Because I'm strong!" Ye Man said.
Yes, this is originally a world where the strong eat the strong. Whoever is strong will have the qualifications to live, and whoever will have the last laugh.
"If I die at the hands of Brother Ye, I will have no resentment. Ye Wuji couldn't deny it, and said lightly.
"Humph!"
Ye Man pursed his lips in disdain, but when he saw Ye Wuji's eyes, he saw a trace of sincerity.
Ye Man had a feeling that this person really didn't want to live anymore.
This increased his curiosity even more, what could he not think of as the descendant son of the Ye family in the dignified northern capital.
"Why do you want my life?" Ye Man asked, he was really curious, there were countless people in the world who wanted to kill him, such as Xingchen Pavilion, Jade Maiden Sword Palace and other forces.
But he couldn't have imagined that someone could actually invite someone from the Ye family in the northern capital to come and kill him, isn't this a knife used to kill chickens?
"Heavenly Dragon Gang Huangquan Holy King!" Ye Wuji answered his question.
"Huangquan Holy King, the boss of the top ten masters?" Ye Man said in surprise. This person is famous, how could he not know.
"Not bad. Ye Wuji nodded.
"Why?" Ye Man continued to ask, "Although the Heavenly Dragon Gang is powerful, compared to the Ye family in the Northern Capital, it is only an ant-like existence, why do you want to listen to his orders?"
"Because I am the eighth master of the top ten masters of the Tianlong Gang, Ye Wuji!" Ye Wuji frowned, obviously a little impatient.
"What!" Ye Man's mouth opened wide. looked at Ye Wuji stupidly, it was like seeing the son of the chairman's family not being the second generation of officials and running away to be a farmer.
"How did you become the eighth master of the Heavenly Dragon Gang?" Ye Man's curiosity was not ordinary.
"You don't need to know about the dead!" Ye Wuji said lightly.
"No matter who you are, if you want to kill me Ye Man, I won't let you go. Ye Man smiled arrogantly, "Don't be here, let's go outside to fight." ”
"Yes!" Ye Wuji nodded.
Pingjiang Lake, sitting on the ground of 10,000 acres, endless, the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy, the sun shines on the calm lake, reflecting a colorful glow, worthy of the reputation of the first lake of the gods.
Ye Man landed on top of a Bodhi tree, and the green leaves on it were shining, as if it was as beautiful as an agate version.
Ye Wuji stood on top of the lake, his body exuding a strong dead aura, the water above the lake was rippling slightly, and countless circles were rolling in all directions with him as the center.
Ye Manmo frowned slightly, so thick of death, it seems that this person's life is short, he is the inheritor of the Immortal Hades, and he is particularly sensitive to private death.
Suddenly, his heart moved, and the immortal Hades Sword on his body had a sense.
"Ye Man, this person has been cursed by a powerful one, but the death qi on his body can make me up for it!" Ya Lao was full of excitement.
"No!" Ye Man was stunned.
"Ye Man, you can make him owe you a great favor, he has fallen into such a strong curse, this person is not dead because there is a peerless powerhouse who sealed his soul, however, he suffers day and night, and his life is very painful, if I eat the death qi on his body, he can recover as before. Yalao said.
There is a space in the Sword of the Immortal Hades, the Seven Treasures Space, there is a breath of life in the space, and countless vitality circulates in his body, which is also the reason why the old spirit body can exist and become stronger and stronger.
As long as the Qibao space is still there, unless the enemy destroys Ye Manda in an instant, he will use the vitality inside to recover quickly.
"Die!"
Ye Wuji had already made a move, stirring up the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, he spread out his hands, six divine swords appeared in front of him, countless rays of light overflowed, and a colorful divine light appeared out of thin air above his head.
The brilliance was bright, the brilliance converged, the glow was shining, and finally the six swords merged into one and converged into a huge divine sword.
Ye Man was strange for a while, he didn't expect this sick ghost to be so powerful.
The divine sword flew out, and when it was about to reach Ye Man's side, Ye Man was three inches away from the sword, and suddenly disappeared.
The countless rays of light on Ye Wuji's body stopped, and he stepped on a green smoke and came to the place where Ye Man disappeared, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was puzzled: "Where did the people go?"
Soon, there was a fluctuation in the surrounding space, and Ye Man appeared in front of her.
Ye Wuji's eyes showed a solemn look.
At this time, Ye Man's whole body was full of brilliance, his face was solemn, and he slowly spread out his palm, and on his palm, there was a golden walnut-like ball!
Although Ye Wuji didn't know him, judging from the aura leaking from it, it was very terrifying.
A terrifying yaksha appeared above Ye Man's head, holding a golden pestle in his hand, glaring angrily, extremely terrifying.
With the appearance of the Yaksha, the round ball in Ye Man's hand slowly became larger, and countless textures began to form on it, as if it was a work of art carefully carved by a master carver.
Rolling black clouds appeared in the blue sky, and a terrifying aura came out.
"Eight Desolations, Yama Ball, burn all the Eight Desolations. Ye Man's voice sounded, as if it was from a thousand years ago.
"It is worthy of Ye Man, the son of the Divine Capital, to be able to cultivate to such a point in such a small place, it is very good. Ye Wuji said secretly in his heart.
If he hadn't been injured before, a character like Ye Man would be like a fly, and he could slap a bunch of people to death with one hand. But now? He can only give it his all.
The crystal green streamer turned, and the vanishing divine sword Huo Ran appeared, passing through the top of Ye Wuji's head, and an indescribable divinity burst out from his whole body.
At the critical moment, Ye Wuji actually became one with one sword and became six.
These six roots are not like people, but like robots, their whole bodies are green, and they are full of light, exuding vitality, and at the same time they fly towards Ye Man.