1794: C1794 Are You Not Happy Bite Me

C1794 Are You Not Happy Bite Me

Ye Hong let out a breath of foul air and looked excitedly at his enlarged right arm.

Just now, his analysis of the Yellow Spring Fighting Method had finally made some progress.

Combined with his usual research on Kuang Yu and the others' bodies and the fact that he was Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts, he immediately understood the principles behind the Fighting Method.

Initially, they only wanted to give it a try, but they didn't expect that the fifth Qingtong's Yellow Spring Fighting Method, the Door to the Underworld, would actually be restored.

This was the first time Ye Hong had used an ability other than an ancient martial art. He suddenly felt an endless sense of accomplishment.

However, this wasn't too difficult for Ye Hong. It made the fifth Qingtong, who had fallen into the pit, feel shocked.

It was the same as the will of the great path. The Fighting Method was also an ability that focused on talent and comprehension.

But no matter how monstrous a genius was, it was impossible for him to immediately learn the Yellow Spring Fighting Method after seeing it for the first time.

The word 'monstrous' was no longer enough to describe him. He was simply a Martial God covered in human skin!

"I understand. It was Diwu Qinglan, the traitor, who leaked the information to you, right?"

Under the deep pit, the fifth Qingtong was still chattering non-stop.

Large amounts of sand and dirt fell into the deep pit, as if they were going to bury her alive.

Ye Hong did not respond. He just walked towards the deep pit expressionlessly.

Tap tap tap tap.

The steady footsteps and the shocking right arm made him look like a god of death ready to take his life.

The deep pit suddenly fell into silence. It was obvious that the fifth Qingtong also understood that she could not answer her question.

But soon another question came, "Ye Hong, why did you stop me from killing them?

Aren't they your enemies?"

Ye Hong's eyes darkened. He said lightly, "What your fifth family wants to do. I will not let you do as you wish.

Are you unhappy? "Bite me."

There was another silence under the deep pit. It was unknown if the fifth Qingtong was so angry that she could not speak.

However, Ye Hong frowned and suddenly sped up his footsteps.

When he stood at the edge of the deep pit and looked down, his face immediately turned ugly.

There was no sign of the fifth Qingtong at the bottom of the deep pit.

A tunnel entrance that had been dug out appeared from the side of the deep pit.

Clearly, the fifth Qingtong had used some method just now to leave her voice here, causing the illusion that she was still here.

On the other hand, she had long fled far away.

"Not good!"

Ye Hong suddenly thought of something and focused his gaze on the Sea Eagle troops by the sea.

He saw them stuffing some kind of pills into their mouths.

Immediately, the Sea Eagle people trembled and fell straight on the beach.0

Without a sound.

The Night Blade's men immediately surrounded them and checked their condition.

However, Ye Hong shook his head in frustration.

He could already tell that those people must have consumed some kind of poison that could kill them instantly.

They died on the spot without cooling down.

This kind of clean and clean method of suicide was comparable to the Nightmare Factory's people.

Ye Hong no longer cared about that side. In any case, he had Night Blade's help to deal with it. Instead, he looked at Silver-Brush Painter who was beneath him.

At this moment, Silver-Brush Painter's eyes were tightly shut, and his entire body was cold.

A cold aura enveloped his body.

Ye Hong frowned slightly and put his hand on Silver-Brush Painter's wrist.

"It's useless. The fifth Qingtong has passed down the heart meridian to the teacher. Even if the gods come, they won't be able to save the teacher. ..." "

Diwu Qinglan's eyes were empty as she sat on the beach like a corpse.

The moment the fifth Qingtong attacked, Diwu Qinglan's heart seemed to have been pierced into pieces.

No sorrow is greater than death.

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