Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

"Fellow Daoist, stop! I have something to say!" The white-faced young man's Nascent Soul felt the powerful force about to explode from Guang's hand, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Oh? Give me a reason not to kill you." Ye Ming grabbed with five fingers, and the Nascent Soul caught by the golden light hand appeared strangely in his palm.

Seeing that Ye Ming really didn't kill him immediately, Yuan Ying continued quickly: "I have an important position in the Jiao Chi tribe. If anything unexpected happens, the tribe's supreme elder will definitely not let you go."

"That's it? Do you have anything else to say?" Ye Ming looked at the Nascent Soul in his hand with a smile.

After being stunned for a moment, Yuanying said without hesitation: "I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and I have collected countless treasures. As long as Daoist Fellow shows mercy, I can give you all these things."

"Hehe, sorry, I don't like these two reasons, and besides, I'm not an idiot!" Ye Ming smiled sarcastically, then pinched his five fingers slightly.

"Fellow Daoist, please stop...ah..."

The white-faced young man's Nascent Soul had no power to resist and was crushed into specks of light.

After putting away the black storage bracelet, Ye Ming turned into a golden rainbow and flew away without saying a word.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Ye..." Before Qianjizi could finish his sentence, Ye Ming's figure was already several miles away.

He could only look at Ye Ming's back and sigh: "Is this really the human Ye Ming..."

A year ago, he was still a ninth-level upper clan member, but now he can kill people of the same level in seconds. This is simply unheard of...

Ye Ming ignored Qianjizi. He wanted to kill as many members of the Jiaochi tribe as possible before they could react. If they ran away, it would be difficult to find them.

After killing the white-faced young man, Ye Ming set his sights on a battle group more than a hundred miles away.

For him now, this distance can be reached in a blink of an eye.

This is an old man with three golden horns on his forehead, who is currently fighting fiercely with Duan Qianren.

Since the strength of both sides was similar, he did not pay much attention to other battles and had not yet noticed the scene of Ye Ming killing the white-faced young man.

Just as the old man was using his magical power to summon a raging sea of ​​fire to attack Duan Qianren, he suddenly felt something strange behind him.

Under the control of a strong spiritual sense, the old man's body flashed red light without any warning, and he teleported a hundred feet away in an instant.

When he looked back again, he saw a figure in white appearing out of nowhere where he had been standing. The man's right hand was shining with golden light, and his five fingers formed into claws and grabbed into the air.

"Who are you? How dare you sneak attack me?" The old man was shocked and angry. If he had reacted a little slower, unpredictable consequences might have occurred.

But when he saw that the newcomer only had the initial stage of Saint Clan cultivation, the old man became furious and immediately raised his hands, and a sea of ​​fire covering several miles of the sky rushed towards this person.

"Huh? This is, Fellow Daoist Ye!" When Duan Qianren saw Ye Ming who suddenly appeared, he was stunned on the spot.

"Haha, you're quite quick to react, old man. But that's all."

Ye Ming paused slightly when his attack missed, but then golden light flashed on his body and he used the art of teleportation, instantly appearing not far from the old man.

With his fists thrust up and down, a series of purple-gold fist shadows gushed out.

Like the giant palm before, each of these fist shadows carried tremendous force, and an extremely fierce pressure fell on the old man.

"Impossible!" The old man felt the heavy pressure and was extremely horrified. Then orange-red flames appeared all over his body. After a loud roar, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The power of the flames around him increased greatly. He instantly got rid of the restraint of the huge force, and then used all his strength to dodge to the side for dozens of feet.

"You are definitely not a beginner of the Saint Clan!" After the old man flashed several times in succession, the distance between him and Ye Ming widened by more than a hundred feet. He looked at those fist shadows with lingering fear.

With a loud rumbling sound, the fist shadow distorted the space he was originally in. If this power hit him, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

"You old man are quite good at escaping." Ye Ming was really surprised this time. The old man was able to escape the attack twice. This made him serious.

Seeing that the other party was still dodging and trying to create distance, Ye Ming would not let him do as he wished. He activated the huge magic power in his body, and a purple-gold light burst out from his body, and then disappeared in a flash.

"The third level of the Saint Clan! It's true!" After Ye Ming used a large amount of magic power, his cultivation level could no longer be hidden and was instantly sensed by the old man.

While he was trying his best to dodge, he did not hesitate to call back the treasure that was fighting with Duan Qianren, and quickly put up several layers of defense.

However, the old man's major is magic power, and he usually won't get too close in a fight. How can his close combat dodging skills compare to Ye Ming's?

After Ye Ming made a full-strength attack, he moved a few steps and once again approached the man within twenty or thirty feet, then snorted coldly.

The snort didn't sound like anything to Duan Qianren, but it was like a bolt from the blue to the old man's mind, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and his consciousness became uncontrollably dazed for a moment.

In just a moment, Ye Ming appeared beside him, and his palm, with a dazzling purple-gold light, pressed on his outermost protective shield.

The purple-gold light seemed to be no different from an ordinary magical light, but as soon as Fang Yi came into contact with it, he could feel that the light was oscillating at an unimaginable frequency. His magical shield did not last even for a moment before it was broken.

Then the second floor, the third floor...

When it reached the old man's shield which was used for defense, the purple-gold light was finally weakened a lot.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an irresistible and powerful force came from the other party's palm.

With a "bang", the shield was knocked away, and he himself had no power to resist as his body was shattered by a palm strike. He didn't even have time to scream.

This time, Ye Ming did not give the old man's Nascent Soul a chance to escape. When he hit him with a palm, he directly released a powerful gravity field that enveloped his body.

This meant that although the old man's body was shattered, the residue was tightly confined to a small area.

The Nascent Soul was crushed to death by gravity as soon as it emerged.

All this happened in a flash, so fast that the old man Jiao Chi's frantic heartbeat had not yet recovered from the sneak attack before he was killed on the spot!

This scene was so fast that Duan Qianren, who was watching the battle on the side, was shocked beyond words. He had not yet recovered from the fact that Ye Ming had become a being of the same level as him and had suddenly ambushed a third-level Saint. He stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open.

Ye Ming had no intention of talking to Duan Qianren. He collected the things left by the old man and quickly left the scene.

In this way, on the battlefield that stretched for thousands of miles, Ye Ming's figure appeared one after another, and each time he killed one or two members of the Jiaochi tribe with thundering means.

During this process, he did everything personally and did not release any incarnations or spirit insects.

Because he suddenly advanced to a higher realm, and it was a realm of fusion, which was already shocking. If he released his incarnation or spirit insect, it would definitely arouse the strong interest of Tianyun, Jiaochi and even Mahayana monks of more races. They would definitely get to the bottom of it, and that would be troublesome.

As long as he does not have the absolute strength to crush the Mahayana, Ye Ming will not act too ostentatiously.

Not long after, Ye Ming killed all the Jiao Chi tribe members in the late stage of fusion on the battlefield, and then turned to those in the middle stage of fusion.

Compared to the late stage, killing the middle stage is much simpler and clearer, and often only one or two moves are needed.

When a certain Jiaochi person sacrificed a replica of the Xuantian treasure, causing a huge fluctuation in the vitality of heaven and earth, these Jiaochi people finally reacted. It turned out that a killing god like Ye Ming had come to the battlefield, and had killed the group of people with the highest cultivation among them without them knowing.

After that, almost all the Jiaochi people wanted to get rid of the battle and escape from this dangerous place.

But at this time, not only did they react, but the Tianyun people also reacted. When did these Tianyun people have such a good time? How could they let their mortal enemy escape so easily? Without anyone saying anything, they all used all their strength to hold their opponents back.

This made Ye Ming's actions much more convenient, and in the subsequent killings, he basically killed with one strike.

Not long after, most of the Jiaochi people who participated in the battle in Dingfeng Mountain were killed. Except for seven or eight who escaped, the rest, whether they were in the late or early stages of fusion, all died at Ye Ming's hands.

Finally, all the combined cultivators of the Tianyun clan gathered together and looked at Ye Ming with high vigilance.

Ye Ming grinned, "Everyone, if we don't return to Yuncheng quickly and end the battle over there, Yuncheng will probably be lost..."

(End of this chapter)