Numerous warriors armed with weapons appeared densely in the long, dark alley.
The eyes of contempt and disgust shot from the roofs, windows, and alleys of the buildings on both sides, and converged on the lonely figure standing in the middle of the street.
Huan Shengjie, the lord of Winter City, walked out of the street at the other end. He had a national face, a burly stature, and a dignified appearance. He looked like a just and awe-inspiring leader.
"You murderous demon, how dare you come to my Spring City. As the lord of a city, I will never allow a demon like you to stay in my city. It will hurt the lives of people in the city."
Ye Peitian raised his head to look at him, and his icy gaze emerged from the shadow of his forehead. He shook his wrists without saying a word, and yellow sand began to appear in the air.
Everyone was nervous, and Huan Shengjie's high-sounding words even stammered.
"Don't be afraid, I will leave you all with a whole corpse today." The cold voice of the demon seemed to come from hell.
The alley is filled with yellow sand, and the light is getting darker and darker.
The lonely devil in the sand stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by rolling yellow sand.
The light of supernatural power lit up everywhere, mixed with the screams one after another in the dim dust.
The man in the white shirt on the street was the foreign aid Huan Shengjie invited at a huge cost.
Xin Ziming, the head of the Unicorn Legion, is the highest-ranking existence among the known human spiritual saints.
There are many people inadvertently surrounding him in front of him and behind him, protecting him either overtly or covertly, and a defensive saint who alone holds up a small protective shield for him.
In the sandstorm, Xin Ziming stood unmoved. The sand ruffled his forehead and collar. The man's eyes turned silvery white. Glowing with brilliance, he faced the demons in the yellow sand.
The scene in front of Ye Peitian disappeared again.
He found himself in a bright laboratory.
There was only a pale operating table in the empty room.
A man was restrained, blindfolded, and mouth sealed, like a live fish on a chopping block that was powerless to resist, bound tightly on that experimental bench.
The researchers in white coats surrounded him indifferently, brutally extending all kinds of terrifying instruments to him.
The man on the bench struggled, his throat whining in pain, the bandage covering his eyes wet from the inhuman torture.
No one paid any attention to his pain, no one even treated him as a person.
Ye Peitian watched all this in silence and sneered.
"You think I'm still afraid to watch this?"
His pale fingers grabbed the air, and the space was torn like a canvas, but it was quickly reorganized and switched to another scene.
Frame by frame, scenes like movie pictures kept flying past his eyes.
Ye Peitian looked at his painful and dark past indifferently.
He clearly knew that he was forced into the illusion created by the enemy. In these time and space, time seemed to pass very slowly, but in reality it was only a short moment.
As long as he doesn't stay immersed in any of the memory images, these are just flashing dreams. After breaking it, the time outside hardly passes.
But if he is captured by any of the emotions of his memories, and he is unable to extricate himself from it, his real body will fall into the enemy's attack without any resistance, and maybe when he wakes up, he has already been unloaded by those people. eight.
He is like a passer-by who travels through time and space, watching those flowing pictures indifferently and calmly.
It's all black without a shred of light,
Pale, dark, blood, torture, monsters.
Suddenly, a little light appeared in the darkness, a little light, and in the hazy white light, a smiling face turned around.
Ye Peitian was stunned for a moment and stopped.
The man turned around in the white light, stretched out a white and soft hand, and slowly touched his head.
Ye Peitian knew that he had to leave immediately, but for some reason, he was still sluggish and did not move his footsteps.
He knew very well that he should pull that hand away, but he couldn't bear it.
The hand touched his face, as soft and gentle as he remembered, with a slightly moist temperature. It caused a shudder in his skin.
The man was smiling at him.
There was a sharp stabbing pain in his abdomen.
Even so, he was a little reluctant to wake up.
Under the night, Huan Shengjie was delighted to see that Ye Peitian had fallen into Xin Ziming's mental control. In an instant, he lost consciousness and entered a trance state.
He seized this opportunity and finally pierced Ye Peitian's abdomen with a knife.
The knife in his hand was made of a rare demon body that he spent a lot of money and material resources on purchasing. It is not only extremely sharp, but also has a tyrannical corrosive effect. Whenever it is touched, the body of the enemy will be corroded continuously, and it is difficult to recover. It is he To capture Ye Peitian's most reliant weapon,
Before Huan Shengjie was happy, he saw the man and demon under the full moon suddenly open his cold eyes.
The man held the long knife running through his abdomen in one hand, and red blood flowed down the sharp knife surface from his palm.
The man split his mouth and laughed instead of anger, his laughter was cold and rebellious under the pale moonlight,
Huan Shengjie felt hair in his heart, he wanted to draw the sword, but he couldn't.
The rays of light from the attacks of countless companions around him have already lit up, flying towards Ye Peitian in a dense manner.
The man in front of him, covered in blood, should have to let go of his knife.
Huan Shengjie thought of this thought, and hesitated for a moment between abandoning the knife and running away or continuing to fight.
The man took a step forward, ignoring the long knife that went through his abdomen, grabbed his collar, lowered his head, and looked at him close to his forehead.
"Want to compare with me who dies faster?"
Huan Shengjie, the lord of Spring City, widened his eyes. He saw the bright firework-like powers lighting up behind Ye Peitian as if in slow motion. He even saw Ye Peitian's blood splashing.
This guy should just let it go.
When he turned his head around this thought, he found that his field of vision was gradually rising.
He saw Ye Peitian's eyes, which reflected light in the moonlight, like ice that had never melted in ten thousand years.
His vision was gradually decreasing again, all the way down.
He saw the sharp sword inserted into Ye Peitian's body, the legs stained with blood, the short boots stepping on the yellow sand, and finally the ground covered with red blood.
Do you know what it means to get Ye Peitian
He is the key. With the potion of immortality, immortality is at hand, and you will eventually become the strongest in this continent, a god-like existence.
The gravel on the ground had turned blood red, and at the last moment when Huan Shengjie's face touched the ground, he saw his body with a severed head slowly fall down in front of him.
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Lightning flashes and thunders in the yellow sand, revealing the interlaced light of various abilities.
On the pile of corpses stood a thin, tall man with a big hole in his abdomen and blood all over his face, but he didn't seem to care.
The remaining defeated soldiers in the darkness kept retreating in panic.
Ye Peitian stepped on the piles of corpses and dragged up a man who was kneeling in front of him.
Xin Ziming, the head of the famous Qilin Mercenary Corps, with broken glasses and blood all over his face, was half-knelt on the ground by his collar.
"What is this?" Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to break the pendant on his neck, and flipped it over his fingers indifferently.
Xin Ziming, who had been silent for a while, suddenly raised his head, stretched out his blood-stained fingers and grasped Ye Peitian's wrist,
"No, please don't break it." His voice was extremely hoarse.
Ye Peitian's hand moved slightly, and the hard scales bent up. As long as he used a little force, he could easily break the scales.
"Please give me back, this is my friend's only relic. You can kill me, but please don't break this."
"Relics? Things that carry good memories? Give them back to you, why?" Ye Peitian raised the enemy, "You people have given me all pain, and you want me to give you back the good things. !"
He remembered the pain this man had brought him, and all the painful pictures he had shown him.
At the end of those pictures, that person appeared.
Ye Peitian was stunned for a moment, his hand released, and the half-dead Xin Ziming fell to the ground.
He suddenly felt no taste, and threw the black scales on the bloody enemy.
Ye Peitian turned around and slowly left from the blood all over the ground, with all kinds of mourning and painful moans behind him.
He could have killed these people, wielding weapons, releasing supernatural powers, and clamoring to crush all the people he expelled with yellow sand.
But for some reason, he suddenly lost his mind.
Expulsion, yes, he should not have come to such a lively place.
The collapsed stone moved, and the disgraced Xiao Chai emerged from the rubble.
His eyes met Ye Peitian, his lips trembled, showing a look of fear.
Ye Peitian stopped looking at him, lifted his foot from the sticky blood on the ground, and walked out of the alley step by step.
The shop that usually bought buns and vegetable porridge was mostly destroyed in the battle. The boss who smiled when he saw him, now shrinking behind the collapsed platform, looked at him in horror with a look at the devil.
The white-haired Granny Wu was pinned under a collapsing stone wall and was moaning constantly.
Ye Peitian passed by with an expressionless face, and the yellow sand behind him rolled up and lifted the huge stone wall. Grandma Wu dragged her injured leg and fled into her shack as fast as she could.
Two scrawny little boys stuck their heads out of the gap in the building and glanced out quietly.
Their mother's thin hand stretched out from behind, pulling them back into the depths of the shadows.
"Don't go over, that man is a murderous devil." The woman's extremely small voice came from the gap.
Ye Peitian dragged his tired body and slowly left this blood-soaked Shura hell.
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"Who to encircle and suppress?" Chu Qianxun sat on the windowsill and ate meat buns with Gao Yan, who had just returned.
She stared at the plane tree outside the window and thought about her thoughts, but she didn't hear what Gao Yan said.
Gao Yan raised a finger to her mouth, "Shh, be quiet, this is inside information."
"You say it again, who to encircle and suppress?"
"That's the one, that demon." Gao Yan lowered her voice and whispered close to Chu Qianxun, "He didn't know why he appeared in our Spring City. The city lord summoned the city's top experts and invited the Qilin mercenary group. Head of the regiment, there is a fight in the black street."
Before she could finish her words, she saw Chu Qianxun turn her head in surprise, looked at her for a long time, threw the leftover half steamed bun on the table, supported the window sill with one hand, and jumped down from the window, a few ups and downs Run to the distance.
"Hey, where are you going? Haven't finished eating yet? Can I eat it if you don't eat it?" Gao Yan shouted that she was too late, and the not-so-tall figure had disappeared on the street corner.