Feng Chen looked at Ye Xiaocheng on the stage, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat: Could it be Mr. Qin?
It doesn't look like it. If Mr. Qin had taken action, he would have wiped out the demon clan long ago. Why bother playing an arena match with the demon clan?
"King Dan, do you think he looks like Mr. Qin?" Feng Chen said to King Dan next to him.
"Master Qin? No way. It doesn't look like him at all." King Dan's eyes widened, he looked at Ye Xiaocheng carefully for a while, and then shook his head.
"Hmm, it doesn't look like that."
"It can't be Mr. Qin."
The leaders of several other major forces in the Dream City also shook their heads.
When Ye Xiaocheng was in the Dream City, he changed his name to Qin Tian, so these people called him Mr. Qin.
In the hearts of these people, Mr. Qin has become a myth. He is the son of heaven, the son of taboo, and an invincible existence.
"Then, think about it, who has a relationship with the one in the sky? Who can summon the battle platform of heaven?" Feng Chen rolled his eyes and said again.
"That way...it seems reasonable."
"Yes, it is said that Mr. Qin has a close friendship with the man in the sky."
"Be careful, it's better not to say such things." Feng Chen looked at the sky and said.
"That's right, this is another manifestation." The weapon king said.
Feng Chen looked at the restricted area at Xiao Qingshan. It was a restricted area designated by Ye Xiaocheng himself, and no one had ever entered or exited it.
They inquired from Su Ying, and Su Ying said that Ye Xiaocheng was in retreat. More than a hundred years have passed since this statement.
These people tended that Ye Xiaocheng was recuperating from his injuries, and speculated that he was seriously injured in the process of coming down from the upper realm, otherwise his realm would not have fallen so hard.
"Mysterious Mr. Qin, is it really you?" Feng Chen murmured as he looked at the high-spirited young man on the battlefield.
He really missed Young Master Qin, because Wanbao Pavilion was taking action and had a big plan that required help from Young Master Qin.
"Uh, everyone, is there any Taoist fellow from the demon clan who can give me some advice? I'll take them all." Ye Xiaocheng said with a smile, without any murderous intent at all.
He also figured it out.
It is also a good thing to refine high-level monsters into soul beasts. At least you can order your soul beasts to stop eating people and stop harming human villages and towns. Isn't this also a meritorious deed?
If he continues to work hard and recovers half of the monsters in Daqingshan, maybe there will be no more monsters in the future.
Only after Xiao Kun flew all the way back to his clan's territory deep in the Daqing Mountains did he realize what had happened.
After understanding it, he was even more frightened and furious. He struggled to attack the huge soul mark on his soul, but every impact made him experience soul-crushing pain.
Many monks can completely bear the pain of the body, but almost no one can bear the pain of the soul.
He wanted to commit suicide, but every time he had this thought, his soul would be in severe pain. The pain made him roll on the ground, and his long white hair was covered with mud.
He knew he was finished.
He also understood what the soul mark on the soul was, it must be the soul mark.
But he also felt confused: How could there be a soul clan in Tianfeng Continent?
When he thought of the Soul Clan, his soul was trembling, it was the memory in his blood that was trembling.
He sensed some things about the Soul Clan from his bloodline memory. The Xiaoyue Tianlang Clan was once harmed by the Soul Clan.
Their group originally escaped from the clutches of the Soul Clan, and fled a long distance in the endless void, all the way to this world, just so that they could no longer be persecuted by the Soul Clan.
Now, the nightmare has returned, but he cannot tell any demon king. As long as he has the intention to reveal it to other demon kings, his soul will be severely punished.
Xiao Kun huddled in the corner of his cave and shivered, knowing that his life was over.
From today.
He, Xiao Kun, was the famous king of the demon clan for a generation, but he became someone else's soul beast.
Ye Xiaocheng could feel all of Xiao Kun's thoughts from the fruit on the soul tree. This fruit was a miniature version of Xiao Kun's soul, with Xiao Kun's face appearing on it.
Ye Xiaocheng also felt that he was cruel, but when he thought that once the demon clan successfully launched the beast tide, it would destroy countless human cities and devour countless human races, he felt angry all over and no longer felt any guilt.
Facing Ye Xiaocheng's invitation on the battlefield, the demon kings of the demon clan looked at each other. They became cautious and no longer arrogant.
At least until they figured out how Ye Xiaocheng defeated his opponent, the demon kings didn't dare to leave.
"You go." The purple-winged eagle king pointed at a scorpion with his finger, which was a third-level monster.
Upon hearing the order, the scorpion flew onto the ring like a straight snake.
Without saying a word, it directly attacked Ye Xiaocheng.
Its long scorpion legs stabbed Ye Xiaocheng's head like a spear.
Ye Xiaocheng also took out a gun, which was a bloody snake spear that he condensed with his own blood.
Scorpion had just launched its attack when it suddenly felt its body sink. Its level had been lowered by more than one level.
"Impossible." It also shouted, as if it were a ghost.
Ye Xiaocheng was extremely fast, and a blood tower appeared above Scorpion, and then shouted: "Suppress!"
Scorpion felt even worse this time. His body seemed to be suppressed, and the blood flow in his body suddenly slowed down several times. His soul also became old-fashioned and could no longer move.
Ye Xiaocheng didn't want to adopt this scorpion as a soul beast.
It's so ugly, it's embarrassing to tell anyone about it.
Such poisons should be killed directly.
He stabbed out the spear and pierced the scorpion's head. He felt all the scorpion's blood flow to the blood spear. In an instant, the scorpion was only an empty shell.
"My blood tower has the triple function of suppressing the body, blood and soul, but it requires a lot of soul power. Fortunately, this is not a big problem for me, but how can the blood spear absorb the opponent's blood? In the trial tower Isn’t there such a phenomenon?”
"I was stupid too. The monsters in the trial tower are all simulated. Of course there is no blood to absorb."
"Why do these two weapons look more and more like blood magic weapons? Aren't they a bit evil?"
Ye Xiaocheng thought a lot in his mind for a moment.
He used these two weapons against the enemy because he wanted to test their performance in actual combat.
After all, the battles in the trial tower were all simulated, and now is the time to see the real deal.
"Next one." Ye Xiaocheng shouted.
"Do you understand?"
"He is actually an expert with guns, but that tower is a bit strange, and the gun is wrong. I can't tell what material it is made of."
"I have a very bad feeling. We seem to have been tricked by this kid." The purple-winged eagle king said with a dark expression.
Stone City was originally presided over by Xiao Qian. After Xiao Qian was tricked and killed by Ye Xiaocheng, the Eagle King took over based on seniority.
"Are we still sending people up?" asked a golden lion king.
"Of course, let him kill, give it to him to kill, and exhaust him to death."
The Eagle King directly grabbed a second-level monster and threw it onto the battlefield. Before the monster could understand the situation, Ye Xiaocheng slapped it, and the monster flew back and was already dead.
"Next one." Ye Xiaocheng shouted.
The Eagle King and Ye Xiaocheng were competing with each other, and a number of second-level monsters were thrown onto the stage. Ye Xiaocheng followed the instructions, and took pictures after meeting each other.
One person and one monster were like hitting a ball, and the second-level monsters were killed in just one throw.
"One head, two heads, three heads, four heads..."
Some attentive people also checked the numbers and found that in less than one meal, one hundred and twenty one second-level monsters were killed.
Ye Xiaocheng has no interest in accepting such low-level monsters as soul beasts. It is just a waste of time.
He does have a big ideal, which is to refine all the dozens of demon kings outside into soul beasts. Third-level ones are also acceptable, but they need to be more attractive, not ugly, and not too ferocious-looking.
"Shameless, they are consuming Fellow Daoist Ye's mana." City Lord Shi saw the clue.
"When will the demon clan be embarrassed? They have been this virtuous since ancient times." An elder also said angrily.
Ye Ling'er was not in a hurry, let alone worried about her brother.
She knew in her heart that trying to consume her brother's mana would be in vain.
My brother had been fighting in that small tower for more than a hundred years. He still had a huge amount of stalagmite liquid in his hand. My brother's magic power was like a vast ocean. No matter how many pebbles they threw in, it couldn't be filled. .
Let them dream.
My brother plays in the frontcourt and I play in the backcourt.
When is the backcourt?
All Ye Ling'er could think about was this.
If people like City Lord Shi knew what was going on in her mind, they would definitely marvel at how abnormal the brain circuits of these two siblings were and how terrifying their thoughts were.
Ye Xiaocheng didn't mind that the level of the monsters that were sent to death was too low. Anyway, it didn't take much effort to punch a child. He could kill one of these damn monsters one by one.
