This kind of pain is simply indescribable. Even Ye Ming, who has rock-solid perseverance, cannot bear it and roars.
Bai Mayi said calmly: "Hand over the Tianjiao Fruit, and you won't have to endure the pain."
Ye Ming reached out and took it out in his arms, then raised his hand and shot out a dark light. This light is exactly the curse he spent hundreds of billions of sacred merit to purchase. The black light was too fast and too weird. Bai Mai had no way to dodge. She screamed and was covered in black smoke. He roared: "You are so audacious that you dare to take action against this Martial God!"
"Crack!"
A gust of wind blew by, and the strangely powerful white linen-clad Martial God turned into a pile of black bones, and died just like that. In fact, Bai Mai's strength is not very strong, not even as good as Xiao Qiang, but his white flag is extremely powerful and he easily subdued Xiao Qiang.
Ye Ming's methods made the Ninth Prince's hair stand on end. The moment Bai Mayi died, he ran away, leaving only Ye Ming in the empty hall.
"Master, that flag is too weird, but it all seems real and illusory." Beiming onlooker Qing reminded.
"Is it a hallucination? Is it real?" Ye Ming thought thoughtfully and sat down cross-legged. His spiritual realm has long reached the emptiness of all phenomena, so in his view, no matter how powerful the pain is, it is an illusion, and the only thing that is eternal is his soul.
"boom!"
The next moment, bright flames burned all over him, and the maggots were burned away in the flames. But the flames did not leave him behind, burning him into glazed jade bones, crystal clear and flawless.
The white flag was still standing on the ground, constantly releasing strange power, but it could not do anything to Ye Ming.
Suddenly, the void swayed slightly, the white flags broke through the space, and they fled somewhere. Ye Ming also suddenly regained his clarity.
He stood up from the ground, glanced around, and said, "Is the Ninth Prince here?"
Behind a jade wall, the Ninth Prince came out with a vigilant look and said in a cold voice: "Ye Ming, do you know who you killed?"
"It doesn't matter who he is, the important thing is that he is dead. If he can survive, I can kill him again." Ye Ming said lightly, "When the eldest princess left, she left many means of self-protection for me. Kill a few It’s not a difficult task for the God of War.”
The Ninth Prince snorted coldly: "He is from my mother's family. If you kill him, you will become the enemy of the Cai family."
"So what." Ye Ming flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, "I will kill whoever kills me!"
There were obviously many experts around the Ninth Prince, but they didn't dare to stop Ye Ming. On the one hand, Ye Ming has the identity of a consort, and on the other hand, he is really afraid of the curse, and he doesn't know how many similar methods Ye Ming has. If the other party is pushed into a hurry, it is not impossible to kill him, the prince.
When Ye Ming left the Prince's Mansion, his back was soaked with cold sweat. If the Ninth Prince really wanted to use his master to keep him, Xiaoqiang alone would definitely not be his opponent. He vaguely felt that there were at least four or five martial gods sitting around the Ninth Prince.
"It seems that the royal family doesn't take me seriously at all." Ye Ming said solemnly after leaving the prince's mansion.
Bei Ming: "Master, the royal family treats common people as nothing. This has always been the case."
Ye Ming snorted: "It seems that we should really strengthen the Tianzhao to punish these bastards!"
"Master should restrain himself before becoming a Martial Lord." Beiming suggested, "Be patient for the time being."
Ye Ming was tricked today. Although there was no loss, he felt extremely unhappy. On the way back to Qinglong Academy, he opened the merit ring and checked the order issued by God Haotian for Tianqiu. Last time in Haotian Sect, he became a sky hunter again, but this time it was probably of his own free will.
His eyes were immediately attracted to the first target.
"The thirty-ninth prince of the Qinglong Dynasty, Feng Wushang, plunders the essence and blood of warriors and practices the Blood Shadow Demonic Art..."
"Feng Wushang is back?" Ye Ming raised his eyebrows, seeming to be thinking about something.
Feng Wushang's Prince's Mansion is not far from Qinglong Academy. In recent days, the Prince's Mansion has released a series of tasks through Shenwu Hall to recruit martial arts masters and martial king-level experts for adventure. Almost every day, there are more than a dozen martial arts masters and several martial arts masters. Lord Wu came to answer the call. However, the strange thing is that after entering the prince's mansion, these martial lords never came out again.
However, Dongdu has a population of over one billion, so naturally no one will notice if there are a few missing people. At this moment, in the prince's mansion, Feng Wushang and the eighth prince sat opposite. The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "Xiao Sanjiu, your blood shadow magic skill has improved very quickly. How many people have you sucked dry in the past few days?"
Feng Wushang snorted coldly: "Bago, you and I have never had any friendship. You came here today, could you be just gossiping?"
"Of course not." The Eighth Prince smiled, "Brother, have you heard about Ye Ming's Tongli Bank?"
"Of course I know." Feng Wu said expressionlessly, "What does this matter have to do with Brother Huang?"
"It doesn't matter much. I just thought that if our brothers could control Tongli Bank and then give it to our father, wouldn't it be a great achievement?" the eighth prince said, "There are so many princes, who can do this?" If you do anything, you will be valued and rewarded by the Emperor Father."
Feng Wushang was moved in his heart and said: "Although Tongli Bank is very profitable, it won't make my father tempted, right?"
"Not long ago, Ye Ming used the bank to raise 200 billion and gave it to the emperor's aunt. The emperor used the money to conquer the East China Sea. After coming back, he will definitely gain a lot. Not only can he pay back the 200 billion , and I want to make a lot of money. As for how much to make, I don’t even dare to think about it, two hundred billion, or one trillion?”
Feng Wushang's heart was beating wildly and he said: "The East China Sea is extremely rich, and you can definitely make twice as much money."
"So, can you imagine the great use of this bank? Our Qinglong Dynasty suffered heavy losses last time, and what we lack most now is money. As long as we have money, we can make a comeback. There are countless big worlds in the sky, as long as we With enough military power, you can earn several times or even dozens or hundreds of times by just plundering any one!" The Eighth Prince seemed to be getting more and more excited as he spoke, waving his hands, "By then, maybe we can unify Tianyuan! We will bring the martial arts civilization to Push it to the extreme!”
Feng Wushang's heart was racing. He clenched his fist and said, "Brother Huang is right, we must capture Tongli Bank!"
"To take down the bank, we can only take action from Ye Ming. As for the emperor's aunt and the True Dragon Holy Land, let's not mess with it for the time being. After dealing with Ye Ming, we can then deal with Dongqi Academy. As long as we take half of the shares, It's like controlling the bank." The Eighth Prince smiled sinisterly.
"But, how to deal with Ye Ming?" Feng Wushang had a headache, "This person has too many tricks, and I'm not completely sure."
"Brain is more useful than force." The Eighth Prince pointed to his head, "Don't your mother's clan have a great influence on the Ministry of Punishment? If Ye Ming commits a felony, can he be imprisoned?"
Feng Wushang is not stupid, he can tell the truth at once. He laughed and said: "Thank you, Brother Emperor, for your advice. I know what to do. But Brother Emperor, after we get the 30% of the shares, how should you and I divide it?"
The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "My dear brother, you have done more than me in this matter. You get 20% and I get 10%. What do you think?"
Feng Wushang nodded with satisfaction: "But I still need Brother Huang to help me a lot, so we can put pressure on the Ministry of Punishment together."
"Of course there is no problem with this." The Eighth Prince said, "Now that the emperor is away, it is a good time for us to take action. If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult in the future."
Ye Ming didn't know that he was already being remembered. He had no foundation and his own strength was limited. He expected to be remembered, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.
The next day, while Yan Ruyu and others were still in retreat absorbing the power of the Tianjiao Fruit, a group of people broke into the courtyard. The person who came was very powerful and was wearing official uniform. Before Ye Ming could ask, he was shackled.
Ye Ming looked calm and asked: "Who are you? Why are you locking me up?"
The leader said solemnly: "We are from the Criminal Department, and we have been ordered to come and get you!"
"What crime have I committed?" Ye Ming asked angrily, and instantly realized that he had been framed.
"You can ask the master who is interrogating you about this. I can't answer it." The other party said coldly, pulled the chain, and took Ye Ming away.
The Eastern Capital is very large, and the prison of the Ministry of Punishment is located in the northeast corner of the palace. Before reaching the prison, the Buddhist and Taoist restrictions in Ye Ming's sea of consciousness began to vibrate, and he could feel boundless resentment gathering over the prison. Over the past 100,000 years, this place has killed countless people in vain!
Before the arraignment, Ye Ming will be locked in a cell. The door of the prison cell of the Criminal Department is a black archway, with lifelike stone statues of the prison beast sitting on the left and right.
The officials guarding the gate were actually all of Wu Jun's cultivation. Seeing Ye Ming being escorted over, one of them whispered: "Here comes another person who died in vain."