"Master!"

Ning Fan's eyes were bloodshot and tears burst out from his eyes.

Although he had been worshipping Ye Qiu's disciple for a short time, Ye Qiu taught him the skills and saved him from danger. He not only had the affection of master and disciple, but also had the grace of recreation.

How could he not feel uncomfortable when he saw this result?

The old Jin Crow King stood in the air, looked at Ye Qiu who was crucified, and sneered: "The first in the list of provenance? But that's it."

Then, his eyes fell on Changmei Zhenren and Ning Fan who were tens of thousands of miles away.

"You two, since you are in the same group as Ye Changsheng, then let's go with him!"

After the words came, the old Jin Crow King was about to take action, but suddenly—

"Bang!"

A golden fist appeared out of nowhere behind the old Golden Crow King without warning and knocked him out of sight.

"puff!"

The old Jin Crow King spit out a mouthful of blood and burned a fire directly in the air. When he turned around, he saw Ye Qiu's figure standing where he had been standing.

"Are you dead?" The old Jin Crow King's pupils shrank, feeling a little incredible.

"You are not dead yet. How could I die if I am so young?" Ye Qiu said with a smile.

"You are obviously being slapped by me..." The old Jin Crow King turned his head and looked at it. Ye Qiu, who was nailed to death in the void by a spear, suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated with the wind.

"Um?"

The old Jin Crow King raised his eyebrows, realized something in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "Dao Body?"

"Did you see it? It's not that old eyes are dizzy." Ye Qiu's smile continued to dimly.

"Master!" Ning Fan burst into tears and trembled with excitement. He grabbed the sleeves of Changmei Zhenren and said in a choked voice: "Master, do you see, my master is not dead."

The long-browed real man rolled his eyes and said, "The little bastard is an eternal immortal body, and of course he will not die."

In the void, the old Jin Crow King's face turned gloomy as water. He wiped off the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Ye Changsheng, do you think that a Taoist body can make up for the gap in our realm? You are dead today!"

Ye Qiu was frowning in white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Old Jinwu, I'll ask you a question - do you love your son?"

"What?" The old Jin Crow King was obviously stunned.

"Since you love your son, why don't you go down to accompany them?" Ye Qiu's voice suddenly turned cold: "They are very lonely on the road to the underworld."

"You--" The old Jin Crow King trembled all over, and a huge anger ignited in his golden pupils.

He stretched out his right hand, and the golden spear broke through the air, making a deafening buzz when it fell into his palm.

"Ye Changsheng, if you don't lose your money today, I will not be a human being!" The old Jin Crow King roared.

Ye Qiu chuckled: "You are not a human, but an old bird."

"Looking for death!" The old Jin Crow King was completely furious, and his body turned into a golden lightning and rushed towards Ye Qiu.

Wherever the spear passes, the void is shattering inch by inch, which is extremely terrifying.

As the spear fell, the small sun crushed towards Ye Qiu, and the space wherever it passed was twisted and collapsed.

Ye Qiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and this attack had locked the surrounding space, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Dragon Slaying Fist!"

Ye Qiu took a deep breath, and his true energy rushed to his right fist frantically. Facing the crushing Xiao Sun, he did not retreat but advanced, and punched out with a punch.

"Boom!"

The moment the fist collided with the sun, the dazzling light illuminated the entire sky, and the battlefield was full of brilliance.

After a while, when the light dissipated, Ye Qiu's right arm was destroyed and his whole arm was covered in blood.

He actually used the power of a punch to break up the little sun.

"How is it possible..."

The old Jin Crow King looked at this scene in disbelief.

He knew that he could not treat Ye Qiu with the peak realm of the peerless saint king, but Ye Qiu actually took this blow, which made him feel a little incredible.

Ye Qiu spit out a mouthful of blood foam and grinned, "Old bird, your heat is not as good as your son."

This sentence seemed to have become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The old Jin Crow King completely lost his mind and rushed towards Ye Qiu regardless of everything. The spear turned into a shadow of the gun in the sky. Each blow was enough to kill all living beings.
Chapter completed!