"Aunt, what are they talking about?"

In the distance, in He Fan's eyes, Su Xian and the other two were as small as two black dots, and Mo Yaohe did not dare to get close to each other. The scene of the entire insect peak was too terrifying. Blood was flowing all over the ground, and the insect corpses were floating. The remaining power left by the strong after the battle was still erratic. The breath was like a knife, and the sharpness of the sharpness made the two of them feel hurt, making He Tsingyun and He Fan both afraid.

At this moment, He Fan's face was no longer gloomy and resentful. The insect peaks in the mountains were razed to the ground by huge force. The ground was full of scars and desolate within ten thousand meters. This deterrent directly sootheed the resentment that He Fan had caused by Su Xian's ridicule. Whether it was throwing this hatred behind his head or burying it in his heart, He Fan would never show it again in a short time, because in his mind, Su Xian, in addition to a "mysterious" label, there would be another "unable to mess with".

He Taeyun shook her head with a serious expression. Her voice was no longer as light as before, but was full of depth. She said, "I can't hear it. The young man who suddenly emerged set up a barrier of divine thoughts to block my divine thoughts and forbidden my spying. In addition, if divine thoughts are compared to the third eye of a monk, then in my eyes, within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, the world is covered with a vast purple color. In addition, all around us are now filled with this power. In other words, our every move, every word and action is under his gaze."

After saying that, He Taeyun was even more frightened. Her eyes looked at Ye Zhiqiu with complexity, and even a hint of suspicion appeared.

How old is this young man?

She is the early stage of the fourth level, and her divine thoughts can cover a radius of 1,000 meters, but now both of hers are still ten thousand meters away and are locked by this person's divine thoughts. In other words, as long as this person's mind moves, even if she is the Demon Sect, she will fall into a state of endless disaster. This is the strong crushing of the divine thought realm.

Life and death, in a moment!

He Fan didn't know the inside story, so he couldn't understand the fear in He Tuyun's heart, but he could hear that the young man in purple was also a character they couldn't afford to offend.

...

After the conversation, the key points were allocated and the spoils were allocated. The two of them naturally talked about the only remaining little troubles, and their eyes were directly aimed at He Tuyun and the others.

"Tsk tsk, this woman looks good! It is well-maintained, full of charm, plump and charming, and is a beauty. Unexpectedly, Su Xian, you are so good at this." In a blink of an eye, Ye Zhiqiu's wisps of spiritual thoughts seemed to be empty and she uncovered the bamboo mask of He Tshuiyun. She only had the impression of appreciation in her eyes, without any lustful light. She held her jaw and began to comment.

He Chuyun's face suddenly changed in the distance, and she noticed a strange feeling coming from her face, as if feathers were gently tugging her face, but she didn't make a sound. Her white teeth bit her red lips lightly, her breathing slightly increased. She obviously had a bit of anger and anger in her cut eyes, which was like water.

The fourth-level bamboo monk is useless.

In front of Ye Zhiqiu's crushing divine thoughts, nothing she covered up was useful.

Su Xian, who was teased by Ye Zhiqiu, was puzzled. It was not his fault. Su Xian had closed the spiritual sea before, and he had no means to see the face under He Tuyun's mask. At this moment, there was no such constraint. The network of spiritual thoughts spread out, which almost collapsed from afar. He Tuyun's eyes were filled with tears, pitiful, and showed a natural charm. This was not He Tuyun's original intention, but it was caused by her face. She was obviously embarrassed, but she was covered in a charming face.

Seeing that Su Xian was completely useless, Ye Zhiqiu no longer made fun of himself. He withdrew his frivolous gaze and said lightly: "What do you say? Kill? Can you steal another Demon Sect?"

"No need. I couldn't even get out the 10 million soft demon jade before, and I was hesitant and searched for it again and again. I was too poor." Su Xian didn't have this idea before, but after spending a few days with this woman, I had some understanding of her personality. She was not a bad person. If she had caused her an unrestrained disaster because of her intention to see money, Su Xian wouldn't feel that she was so crazy. Such vicious behaviors were as if she was evil.

It’s almost the same to see the color.

"If you don't want it, I want it! To be honest, I'm very poor now, and a million soft demon jades are of great use to me. If you don't have any objections, I'll do it."

Su Xian looked at Ye Zhiqiu strangely, and this guy seemed to be testing his attitude.

As for the same sentence, neither Ye Zhiqiu nor Su Xian had to kill He Zhiyun.

Ye Zhiqiu said this just a joke, but Su Xian did not laugh, but remembered another thing and said solemnly: "That young man has an insect palace and has good talent."

Previously, Su Xian was afraid that He Fan would praising him as useless, but he told the truth. He Fan was really lucky and had the Imperial Palace. Such qualifications were top in the Eastern Region, but they were just buried. In fact, they were unparalleled in talent.

"Insect Hall? Are you sure it is a hall or a palace? But a palace?" Now that he got to the point, Ye Zhiqiu stopped laughing, but was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a little incredible way.

Su Xian didn't know much about this, and he was far less familiar with Ye Zhiqiu, the Holy Son of Tianji Academy. His eyebrows were slightly condensed, and he was a little puzzled, and asked back: "Is there any difference?"

Ye Zhiqiu explained: "Of course there are dynasties, palaces, emperors, and ancestral halls. Do you think this is a joke? Things passed down from ancient times are not created by monks, but are determined based on some worldly visions. For example, the Wuji Hall created by Emperor Wufeng back then, which is imitated by the ancestral hall. Ordinary people's talents are ordinary, and they only rely on monsters to change their destiny, and there are always some sons of fate who are favored by heaven. In terms of talent, the ancestral hall means that there is a possibility of impacting the ancestral realm."

"That's how it's a bit like Zun Mansion. Do you show it to him?"

"Walk."

Ye Zhiqiu did not delay and jumped onto the bloody Kunpeng with Su Xian. Meng Miao had been awakened by Su Xian. His hazy eyes revealed the confusion of the rough man and his headache was about to break. He had to silently recuperate beside Su Xian.

The formlessness was together, but in just a few breaths, the blood Kunpeng condensed into a form of the same size as Mo Yaohe, and then stopped opposite Mo Yaohe, only a few dozen meters away.

Purple clothes are flying, and unyielding.

"Show me your fourth demon palace." Ye Zhiqiu stood coldly, his eyes were indifferent. As soon as he said this, he carried a kind of domineering manner that could not be refused. He was not talking to He Fan in a negotiated taste. His majestic momentum was like a beast that opened its bloody mouth and pressed it away, shaking the surroundings, and his condescending posture was fully revealed.

His personality is ever-changing, and this is Ye Zhiqiu. He has never changed his mind for a while. His impression is still on Ye Zhiqiu who is worthy of beating a few seconds ago.

The fourth demon palace has not yet carried any monsters. The hollow is the primitive. If there are clues, you can see a rough idea through this palace.

In the air, He Tsingyun was vigilantly protecting He Fan behind him, but her slender figure seemed thin and swaying under Ye Zhiqiu's cold gaze, without any threat.

He Fan smiled bitterly, and he understood the murderous intent hidden in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes. His voice was slightly hoarse and he said sternly: "Aunt, get out of the way. If you don't show it to him, we will all die."

After saying that, a vast and ancient aura rolled in, like a long river of time surging across the front of Su Xian and Ye Zhiqiu. What appeared was a cold and silent niche-like palace. The palace was majestic and majestic, and it was not as delicate and restrained as the palace where the blood-eating gold tick entered. This most primitive insect hall was majestic and grand, as if it had experienced vicissitudes, and suddenly Su Xian felt the feeling of the first meeting with Qingyu.

The existence of the Insect Palace seems to be dated back to ancient times.

Things that were born between heaven and earth were indeed unusual.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu finally confirmed that this was the Zerg ancestral hall, but he was not happy and his face was not turbulent. Such talent could make the geniuses of the Eastern Region pale. When they showed their light, they would definitely be specially recruited by the Tianji Academy. The future plasticity chasing the Saint Son of the Tianji Academy. Maybe He Fan might one day replace one of the ten Saint Sons. But now, Ye Zhiqiu hesitated, his eyelids slightly curled, his eyes were dark and turbid, and he was weighing.

"Kill, or not?"

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