Rumble!

Mo Qingyang did not hesitate at all, his body was like a sharp arrow, and he suddenly rushed in front of Ye Lingtian.

The thunder waved, with a burst of sound breaking through the air, the wind roared, the thunder was high-pitched, and extremely harsh.

Those who wield heavy swords, not fight for the sharpness of the sword, but their own cultivation, the most powerful enough to swing the heavy sword, can destroy the withering and decaying, and break ten thousand laws with one force.

Ye Lingtian let go of his hand, the umbrella floated up, a cold air flashed in his eyes, his fists clenched, and he directly punched out.

Boom!

His fist slammed into the Thunder Sword, and the furious force swept out, cracking the walls around him, shattering some tables and splattering debris.

Bang!

Mo Qingyang was shocked by the powerful force, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a stone pillar behind him was directly shattered.

Ye Lingtian glanced at Mo Qingyang, his figure flickered, leaving a few afterimages, and suddenly he came to Mo Qingyang, splashed up and shrouded in a burst of power, suspended in the air, difficult to fall.

After Mo Qingyang stabilized his body, he said with a shocked expression: "The words of heaven are first-class, and the sky is full of net steps?" ”

The Tianluo Net Step is a body method that can only be mastered by a Tianzi-level killer, how can Ye Lingtian, as the third son of Tianmen, also have this body method?

For a while, Mo Qingyang only felt that his whole body was hairy, and his blood seemed to stop flowing, as if he had discovered a big secret.

Ye Lingtian's expression was calm, and he stretched out his hand casually, and a white bone needle was suspended in the palm of his hand.

"Not good!"

When he saw this white bone needle, Mo Qingyang only felt creepy, his soul throbbed, and without a trace of hesitation, he turned around directly and was about to leave.

Sting!

A cold light flashed in Ye Lingtian's eyes, and white bone spurs burst out, instantly piercing Mo Qingyang's body.

Burst!

Mo Qingyang's body trembled, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person collapsed to the ground in an instant, without a trace of blood on his face, and his cultivation disappeared completely.

Ye Lingtian whispered: "If you choose to make a move, there is no room to retreat, facing life and death will make you walk more openly." ”

"Heart-devouring thorns, Huangquan San! This is the means of the sick and dead ghosts in the afterlife camp, who are you? ”

Mo Qingyang clutched his chest in pain, his tone trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Ye Lingtian used the Heaven and Earth Net Steps, and then used the Heart Devouring Thorn and Huang Quansan of the Sick and Dead Ghost in the Life Camp, and used the methods of the two major killer organizations in a row, which made Mo Qingyang feel unrealistic.

The third son of Tianmen, how many secrets are still hidden? Is he really the third son of Tianmen?

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly: "I happen to know a friend from the Afterlife Camp, this Heart-devouring Thorn and Huang Quansan are from him!" ”

Mo Qingyang's face was as dead as ashes, and he sighed: "Using the Soul Devouring Thorn and Huangquansan on me, is the third prince planning to plant it?" ”

Ye Lingtian said with a smile: "You want to kill me, and I will kill you, so you can't talk about planting." ”

"Yes!"

Mo Qingyang laughed to himself.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in his body, and his heart burst directly.

Ye Lingtian looked at Mo Qingyang's corpse and sighed, "It's a pity that your cultivation is ......."

He wanted to set up a game with Mo Qingyang's death, and naturally he would not devour the other party's true yuan, otherwise it would be easy for people to detect some clues.

"Sting!"

Ye Lingtian slowly spoke.

Shout!

In the main hall, a woman dressed in black instantly appeared, and she respectfully saluted Ye Lingtian: "I've seen the landlord." ”

She is the one who listens to the snow building.

"Got the stuff?"

Ye Lingtian asked.

Shocked, he respectfully handed a booklet to Ye Lingtian: "Landlord, this is the account book that the Marquis of Ziyi asked Mo Qingyang to recruit troops. ”

Ye Lingtian said: "Send this thing and the Ben Thunder Sword to Gusu City, and I will send two big gifts to Chu Jiuge." ”

"Subordinates obey!"

Stunned picked up the Thunder Sword on the ground and quickly disappeared here.

Ye Lingtian stretched out his hand, the umbrella flew into his hand, he held the umbrella and walked outside, an old man was waiting for him.

Get out of the City Lord's Mansion.

I happened to see a handsome man holding an umbrella and holding a white bone sword, with a pale face and a sickly face staring at him on the street.

"Ahem!"

The handsome man coughed and looked extremely weak, as if he would fall to the ground when the wind blew.

"Death Camp, the sick and dead ghost ...... the head of the four powerful ghosts"

Ye Lingtian spoke.

The man in front of him was the sick and dead ghost who was the head of the four powerful ghosts of the Death Camp, and his strength was much stronger than that of the weeping ghost, and he was the existence of the pinnacle of a grandmaster.

"Heart-devouring thorns, Huang Quansan, the third son should give me an explanation."

The dead ghost's tone was gloomy, and there was a hint of inexplicability in his eyes, surprised, puzzled, and curious.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly: "Does this need any explanation?" ”

"Yes! The Heart-Eater Thorn and Huangquansan are my unique things, I have given their production methods and formulas to two old people, one is the Great Zhou National Master Feng Yujun, and the other is the deceased emperor Ye Lingtian of the Great Zhou, the third prince is also called Ye Lingtian, and he also has the Heart-Eater Thorn and Huangquansan, is this a coincidence? ”

The sick ghost stared at Ye Lingtian, he looked very sickly, but his eyes were extremely bright, like stars in the night, exuding light.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said nothing.

The sick and dead ghost looked relieved, and if he didn't answer, it was an answer.

"Everyone's appearances seem to be just right, but there is no conspiracy in them, and you know I'm going to be here?"

The dead ghost's tone was complicated.

Ye Lingtian said: "A glass of wine in the peach and plum spring breeze, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes!" Eighteen years is a special number, some people are dead, some people are still alive, and some people are about to die. Obviously, the one you care about is dying, and the Medicine King Valley is your only chance. ”

Shout!

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the sick and dead ghost, and with a wave of his sleeve, several heart-devouring thorns flew towards Ye Lingtian.

The bone spurs cut through the rain curtain, and the speed was extremely fast, and the rain that fell seemed to have stagnated.

Rumble!

As soon as Ye Lingtian stepped on his feet, the stagnant water on the ground flew up, turning into a rain shield, blocking all the heart-devouring thorns that flew in.

Bang!

The sick ghost flew forward and threw a punch.

With a click, the rain shield shattered, and a cold fist mark bombarded Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian instantly appeared ten meters away.

"Don't you dare to fight me?"

The sick and dead ghost looked at Ye Lingtian coldly.

Ye Lingtian said with a smile: "Unless you draw your sword." ”

“......”

The dead ghost glanced at the white bone sword in his hand and was silent.

Ye Lingtian said: "Everyone in the world knows that your sick and dead ghost is the first of the four powerful ghosts with one hand Heart Devouring Thorn and Huang Quansan, but they don't know that your sword path is really terrifying, there is no antidote to Heart Devouring Yellow Spring, and the white bones are bleeding into a river." ”

The sick ghost said: "Not everyone can see this sword unsheathed, and those who have seen it are basically dead, including myself, who is also dying." ”

Ye Lingtian waved his hand and said: "The white bone and blood melt, the Soul Devouring Sword, this is a sword of protection, and it is also a sword of self-harm, every time you draw the sword, it is just to protect, but it will also make you one step closer to death." ”

He said: "That's it, I still can't let you draw your sword, otherwise you will die, and it is estimated that there will be one more sad person in the world." ”