She didn't speak, just stared at it for a moment.

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed, and he only glanced at each other, and a trace of embarrassment seemed to flash between his eyebrows, the girl's eyes were too clear and translucent, and sharp as sharp as a thorn, as if he could see through the essence of people's hearts.

"Ahem." The white-haired old man touched his throat and coughed dryly, and suddenly, he glanced at Ye Qiantong, he really had to start the test.

This altar is sealed with a clear rule, and whoever captures the Netherworld Ghost Fire must not refuse to open the test unless he voluntarily withdraws, or he will suffer the bitter lesson of eternal reincarnation.

The corners of the white-haired old man's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how this girl knew the mystery.

But he didn't care much, and in the next second, a strange smile appeared on the white-haired old man's face.

Ye Qiantong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, secretly vigilant.

I saw him wave his big hand, and suddenly, a cold ice jade bed suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qiantong.

There is an extremely handsome man lying on it, the peerless face is suffocating, the outline is deep and enchanting, handsome, exuding a majestic aura, the innate noble momentum, strong and domineering, like an eagle proud of the world, unstoppable domineering.

However, at this moment, the eyes of this evil and demonic noble man were closed, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had been subjected to terrible pain, blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his tall and weak body was as broken as a broken statue.

"Hiss!!"

Ye Qiantong's eyes shrank suddenly, his breath was suffocated, and his body stiffened suddenly, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his brain went blank in an instant.

The footsteps staggered, and Ye Qiantong's entire face suddenly lost its blood, and for a moment, she felt that the world was going to fall into darkness, and a devastating anger and killing intent exploded in her chest like a volcano!

"You're looking for death!!" The killing intent in the eyes of Ye Qiantong was terrifying, the momentum around his body changed suddenly, and his whole body exuded a natural strong and powerful might, giving people the feeling that the superior sword pointed at the army of ten thousand people and overtook the nine heavens.

The pure and strong spiritual power in his body poured out, and he frantically blasted towards the transparent phantom, as if the murderous aura of the undead with the power of destruction was overwhelming.

However, the spiritual power of the night thousand pupils was completely useless to the dead trees and the transparent phantom of the white-haired old man, like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to set off the slightest wind and waves.

Ye Qian's eyes rolled angrily, his body was like lightning, and he burst out at an unprecedented speed, the speed was comparable to thunder and lightning, and the speed of thunder turned into claws, grabbing the transparent cloud of the white-haired old man and rumbling like a ball!!!

"Bang Bang !!!"

At this moment, the white-haired old man, just like the tragic Murong Zhiruo before, was ruthlessly beaten by Ye Qiantong for a long time, and the entire Black Tower let out a whimpering boom.

In the end, Ye Qiantong seemed to have vented the anger in his heart, and directly kicked him into the altar furnace like a leather ball.

"Bang!!" , set off a burst of black smoke miasma.

The white-haired old man was beaten with a stunned face, he didn't seem to expect that one day he would be punched by a little hairy boy and beat the soles of his feet so much that he almost cried and called his mother, it was terrible!

He was just a phantom, although there was no real damage, he hit his head and was dizzy, so faint that he wanted to vomit, and his heart was very hurt!