"I laugh at how pitiful you are! You don't even dare to look for the person who killed you before you were alive. You only dare to numb yourself and vent the hatred in your bones to others. Isn't this pitiful?"
Yang Fengyi said eloquently.
But when these words fell into Yue Mei's ears, they aroused the pain deep in her heart, thus bringing back all kinds of memories in her mind.
"Ah! I, I'm going to kill you!"
"Kill, you men all deserve to die!"
Yue Mei seemed to be stimulated, her whole body lost control of her emotions, her demonic power was released, and she pounced on Yang Feng with murderous intent in her eyes.
"Young boy Yang, aren't you a good trick! You actually made this demon soul lose its mind so quickly, so good! Let's see how I will shine next."
Canxian looked at Yue Mei, who was desperately rushing towards Yang Feng, with an extremely wonderful expression on his face.
He secretly used the magic formula and used the remaining magic power to drive a golden light into the opponent's body. To be precise, it should be penetrated into the opponent's sea of consciousness.
In a rage, Yue Mei had only one thought in her mind, which was to kill Yang Feng. She was not even aware of this golden light that "fished in troubled waters" entering her sea of consciousness.
On the ring, Yue Mei's figure disappeared, leaving only Yang Feng stunned in place, motionless, like a sculpture.
"Good boy, the battlefield has changed. It seems that I am possessed by the moon charm."
"This guy is quite lucky. Even female ghosts are looking for him."
"Haha! The decisive battle in the sea of consciousness seems to be about to decide the winner."
The sea of consciousness, whether it is a human race or a demon race, is an extremely fragile place.
Once invaded, there are only two consequences, one is to kill the invading soul, and the other is to be killed by the invading soul.
Unless absolutely necessary, immortal cultivators will never duel in the sea of consciousness, because fighting in the sea of consciousness is very likely to perish together.
In the audience seats below the ring, everyone looked at Yang Feng, who was as motionless as a stone statue on the ring, with some confusion.
"Brother Yang, aren't you crazy? Why are you playing with the one-two-three wooden man?"
"I don't think so. Is he being haunted by a female ghost? I'm a good boy. It turns out there is something wrong with being handsome!"
"Hey! What a pity. If it were me, it would be so cool!"
…
They say that nothing is too big a deal for those who watch the excitement. The image of an infatuated man that Yang Feng had finally built up was instantly wiped out by the audience in the auditorium.
"Ahem."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and the figure that had been in the corner of the auditorium slowly appeared in front of everyone.
The man had thin features and a strong figure, and was wearing an earthy yellow robe.
Carrying a seven-foot silver spear engraved with dragon patterns on his back, and standing 1.9 meters tall, the people in the audience were frightened and made way for this "hero".
"he is?"
"Hush! Master, look at the silver dragon carved on the spear he carries on his back."
"Physical, physical training! Pure physical training?!"
The three main players who were hiding in the dark also appeared in unison at the same time.
"Yes, it is the master of the martial arts arena, Wu Yao!"
"Not only that, but also the owner of the arena, Dou Huang!"
"Look, it's the owner of the points field, Ji Tian!"
…
"The three masters of the field all showed up. Could it be that they are going after this strong man?"
The three masters of the martial arts arena, the gladiatorial arena, and the scoring arena are the only three gamblers in the entire stone gambling house.
His status is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
Under normal circumstances, it is rare to see it.
But today, for some unknown reason, three people appeared together.
The man in a khaki robe still went his own way and walked towards the ring.
It wasn't until he reached the volleying step, the first step, that he could no longer stop.
"Interesting, the dragon soul gun has actually changed its owner, and it's still a physical cultivator. Could it be that you also came to the martial arts arena to participate in the martial arts fight?"
Mr. Wang had one arm stroking his beard, his clothes were fluttering, he had a fairy-like spirit, and he was extraordinary and refined. However, despite his ability, he could not see the level of physical cultivation of the man carrying the Dragon Soul Spear.
"Exactly."
The man carrying the Dragon Soul Spear responded in a low voice, leaving only his back facing Mr. Wang.
"The martial arts arena has been silent for many years. I didn't expect that two physical cultivators would be welcomed today."
Mr. Wang was not angry because of the other party's neglect. After all, the strong man had no temper. Mr. Wang was not an old stubborn who wanted to save face and suffer.
Mr. Wang doesn't care, but that doesn't mean that the three gambling generals under him don't care.
"Hey! What do you mean by turning your back to your elders? Apologize to Mr. Wang immediately, otherwise..."
"What else?"
The man in the khaki robe quietly took the Dragon Soul Spear on his back, and the three-inch cold light on the tip of the spear made people shudder.
The fierce gun intent bloomed, shocking the entire audience.
Dou Huang had a bad temper, but when he saw that the other party wanted to use his power to overwhelm others, a royal demeanor also emerged from him.
He picked up a golden sword engraved with golden dragon patterns, and the sword spirit behind it was about to burst out of his body.
"Huang Ji Sword?! The descendant of the Dragon Emperor's Tomb?"
The man carrying the Dragon Soul Spear glanced at the Emperor Ji Sword in Dou Huang's hand in surprise, and said this in a neutral tone.
"Both and each other, if you don't take action first, I don't want to go to war."
When Douhuang saw that the other party recognized the Huangji Sword in his hand, he immediately admitted it generously.
"You are no match for me."
Then the man carrying the Dragon Soul Spear looked away and said something that almost made Dou Huang lose his temper.
"Douhuang, calm down! Since this man is the heir of the Dragon Soul Spear, and he dares to come here alone, he must have someone to rely on. Besides, don't you see that Mr. Wang is not angry?"
"That's right! You need to change your moral character. In the future, when Mr. Wang is gone, no one can protect you."
Wu Yao and Ji Tian lectured each other one by one, which made Dou Huang hold back his anger.
"Holy crap! What did I hear? The man carrying the Silver Dragon Spear actually said that Dou Huang was not his opponent?"
"Tch! These days, carrying a silver gun, do you really think you are invincible?"
"That's right, I hate people who brag and don't draft."
…
The man carrying the Dragon Soul Gun stared at Yang Feng above the ring, who was having a sea of consciousness battle with Yue Mei.
Inadvertently, a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth. If Yang Feng could see through the human skin and the true face of the man under the mask at this time, he would definitely be shocked. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was ecstatic.
However, at this time, in Yang Feng's sea of consciousness, Yue Mei, who had been going crazy earlier, was being tortured to death by the golden light that invaded the sea of consciousness.
"Benefactor, this demon soul is so pitiful. How about... you let her go? Shuyu, Shuyu is willing to suffer for the demon soul." Shen Shuyu's voice sounded from the Qiankun Bag.
"Shu Yu, this demon spirit is named Yue Mei. We just want to subdue her so that she can do good deeds in the future instead of continuing to kill innocent people."
When it comes to deceiving people, Canxian naturally does his part.
"Really? Don't you want to kill her?"
Perhaps it was because they were both women, Shen Shuyu was overflowing with kindness.
"Hehe! Ly Yu, just be at ease. We just want to convince her to join our team."
Yang Feng didn't want to leave any bad impression on Shen Shuyu, so he quickly stood up and clarified.
Although Yue Mei was tortured to death, she still refused to give in to Yang Feng.
"Yue Mei, why do you have to struggle so hard and surrender to me? You still have a chance to find your enemies. If your soul is released, do you think people outside will be willing to let you go? Soul demon!"
Yang Feng directly explained the pros and cons to Yue Mei, whether to choose to be attached to him and survive temporarily in order to seek revenge in the future, or to have his soul destroyed and his soul scattered.
When these words fell into Yue Mei's heart, there were slight ripples in her heart. Her heart, which had been so resigned to death, actually wavered every bit at this moment.
Yang Feng's words kept echoing in his mind, "As long as you survive, there is still the possibility of revenge. Once your soul is cut off, your body will die and you will never recover."
After struggling for a moment, Yue Mei still chose to believe in Yang Feng for once. She wanted to see what kind of incredible method the other party had that could allow her to avoid the eyes of such a powerful person outside.
Once exposed, she will inevitably drag Yang Feng to die together. Since she broke her promise, she should pay the corresponding price.
Since she was going to die, she would not let Yang Feng have an easy time.
"You are just an immortal cultivator in the fasting stage, how can I trust you?"
Yue Mei said this simply because she wanted to test Yang Feng, because it wasn't that she didn't believe it, but that it was impossible for anyone else to believe it.
"Hey! Sister Yue, when you asked this, didn't you already believe it?"
Yang Feng is very familiar with himself, which makes even the remaining immortals in the humanoid pendant feel ashamed.
"Haha! You are very eloquent. I will believe you for once. The ugly words are ahead. If I am exposed, I will definitely support you before I die."
Yue Mei threatened fiercely.
Yang Feng didn't care much about this. If it got to that point, Canxian would definitely take action. Poor Yue Mei still didn't know that it was not Yang Feng who "put" the golden light into her sea of consciousness.
But a wretched old man.
"Don't worry, Sister Yue, I will teach you the method of concealing the aura later, and combine it with your bloodline talent - possession, to ensure it is seamless."
Yang Feng now began to show off and boast about Canxian's skills.
"Boy Yang, isn't it cool to pick up girls with my things?"
"Of course...ahem! Why are you trying to pick up girls? Aren't I thinking about our future? Do you think that this moon charm can kill people invisibly in the future? Plus you are so old and invisible, you will definitely dominate the world. The top leader."
At this time, Yang Feng did not address the old man to the left and the old man to the right, but added the honorific title.
"Why do I think you didn't hold your shit in well? It's not your style to praise me like this."
When something goes wrong, there must be a demon, who always shows courtesy when there is nothing to do, and is either a traitor or a thief.
In addition, he has been with Yang Feng for so long. Doesn't he still know what kind of urine this kid has?
Generally speaking, there must be a place where he needs to be used.
"The number one immortal in the world of mortals, what you said is wrong. Now we are both prosperous and devastated. Besides, let this Yue Mei surrender. Isn't this your attention?
Can you teach me the formula to control that golden light so that I can train this female ghost in the future? "
It turned out that Yang Feng wanted to control the golden light after a long commotion!
No wonder Canxian said this boy became so docile all of a sudden.
