After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

boom!

Mo Qingyang didn't hesitate at all, and rushed towards Ye Lingtian like a sharp arrow.

Ben Lei waved, with a sound of breaking through the air, the sound of wind, and the sound of thunder was high-pitched and extremely harsh.

Those who wield heavy swords are not fighting for the sharpness of the sword, but for their own cultivation. The most powerful force is swinging the heavy sword, which can destroy everything.

Ye Lingtian let go of his hand and the umbrella floated up. A chill flashed in his eyes, he clenched his fist and punched out.

Boom!

His fist struck the Thunder Sword, and violent power swept out. The surrounding walls cracked, some tables shattered, and debris flew up.

boom!

Mo Qingyang was knocked away by the powerful force, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a stone pillar behind him was directly smashed into pieces.

Ye Lingtian glanced at Mo Qingyang, his figure flickered, leaving a few afterimages. Suddenly he came to Mo Qingyang, and was enveloped by a wave of power, suspended in the air, making it difficult to fall.

After Mo Qingyang stabilized his body, he looked horrified and said: "The word of heaven is the first, and the steps of heaven and earth are the net?"

The Tianluo Diwang Step is a movement technique that can only be mastered by Luowang Tianzi-level killer. As the third son of Tianmen, how can Ye Lingtian know this movement technique?

For a moment, Mo Qingyang felt like his whole body was hairy and his blood seemed to stop flowing. He seemed to have discovered a huge secret.

Ye Lingtian looked calm and stretched out his hand, a white bone needle suspended in his palm.

"not good!"

When he saw this white bone needle, Mo Qingyang felt horrified and his soul was throbbing. Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.

Stab it!

A cold light flashed in Ye Lingtian's eyes, and the white bone thorns shot out, instantly piercing Mo Qingyang's body.

puff!

Mo Qingyang's body trembled and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the ground in an instant. There was no trace of blood on his face, and all his cultivation levels disappeared.

Ye Lingtian whispered: "If you choose to take action, there will be no room for retreat. Facing life and death will make your path more magnanimous."

"Heart-eating thorn, Huangquan powder! This is a method used by the sick and dead ghosts in the afterlife camp. Who are you?"

Mo Qingyang clutched his chest in pain, his tone trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Ye Lingtian used the first-rate Luowang Tianzi's Heavenly and Earthly Web Steps, and then used the Heart-Eating Thorn and Huangquan Powder from the Death Camp's Sick Death Ghost. He used the methods of the two killer organizations in succession, which made Mo Qingyang feel unrealistic.

How many secrets does the Third Young Master of Tianmen hide? Is he really the Third Young Master of Tianmen?

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said: "I happen to know a friend from the afterlife camp. The Heart-Eating Thorn and Huangquan Powder came from him!"

Mo Qingyang's face was ashen, and he sighed: "Use Soul-eating Thorn and Huangquan Powder on me. Is the Third Young Master planning to frame me?"

Ye Lingtian smiled and said: "You wanted to kill me, but I killed you instead, so you can't say you were framed."

"Too!"

Mo Qingyang laughed to himself.

boom!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in his body, and his heart burst.

Ye Lingtian looked at Mo Qingyang's body and sighed: "What a shame for your cultivation..."

He wanted to use Mo Qingyang's death to lay out a plan, so naturally he would not devour the opponent's true energy, otherwise it would be easy for others to detect some clues.

"Jing Zhe!"

Ye Lingtian spoke slowly.

call out!

In the main hall, a woman dressed in black instantly appeared. She saluted Ye Lingtian respectfully and said, "I have met the host."

She is from Tingxue Tower.

"Have you got something?"

Ye Lingtian asked.

Jingzhe respectfully handed a booklet to Ye Lingtian: "Master, this is the account book that Zi Yihou asked Mo Qingyang to recruit troops."

Ye Lingtian said: "Send this object and the Ben Lei Sword to Gusu City. I want to give Chu Jiuge two big gifts."

"Subordinates obey!"

Jingzhe picked up the Thunder Sword on the ground and quickly disappeared from here.

Ye Lingtian stretched out his hand, and the umbrella flew into his hand. He held the umbrella and walked outside. An old friend was waiting for him.

Get out of the City Lord's Mansion.

He happened to see a handsome man holding an umbrella and holding a bone sword on the street, with a pale face and a sickly look on his face, staring at him.

"Cough cough!"

The handsome man coughed and looked extremely weak, as if he would fall to the ground if the wind blew.

"Camp of the Rebirth, the sick and dead ghost who is the first of the four great ghosts..."

Ye Lingtian spoke.

The man in front of him is the Sick Death Ghost, the leader of the four great ghosts in the Rebirth Camp. His strength is much stronger than that of the Weeping Ghost, and he is an existence at the pinnacle of a master.

"Heart-eating thorn, Huangquan powder, Third Young Master should give me an explanation."

The tone of the sickly ghost was faint, and there was a hint of inexplicable color in his eyes, showing surprise, confusion, and curiosity.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said, "Does this need any explanation?"

"Need! Heart-devouring Thorn and Huangquan Powder are my unique products. I once gave their preparation methods and formulas to two old friends. One is the great master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Feng Huojun, and the other is the deceased emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ye Lingtian. , the third young master is also named Ye Lingtian, and he also possesses the Heart-Eating Thorn and Huangquan Powder, is this a coincidence?"

The sick man stared at Ye Lingtian. He looked very sick and weak, but his eyes were extremely bright, like stars in the dark night, emitting light.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said nothing.

The sick and dead ghost looked relieved and did not answer, which was an answer.

"Everyone's appearance seems to be just right, but there may be some conspiracy involved. Did you know I would come here?"

The sickly ghost's tone was complicated.

Ye Lingtian said: "A glass of wine with spring breeze and a glass of wine, ten years of light in the night rain in the rivers and lakes! Eighteen years is a special number. Some people are dead, some are still alive, and some are about to die. Very Obviously, the person you care about is dying, and Yaowang Valley is your only chance."

call out!

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the sick ghost, and with a wave of his sleeves, several heart-eating thorns flew towards Ye Lingtian.

The bone spurs cut through the rain curtain at an extremely fast speed, and the falling rainwater seemed to have stopped.

boom!

Ye Lingtian stepped on the ground, and the water on the ground flew up, turning into a rain shield, blocking all the heart-eating thorns flying towards him.

boom!

The sickly ghost flew forward and punched out.

With a click, the rain shield shattered, and a cold fist mark struck Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian instantly appeared ten meters away.

"Don't you dare to fight me?"

The sick man looked coldly at Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian said with a half-smile, "Unless you draw your sword."

"..."

The sickly ghost glanced at the bone sword in his hand and remained silent.

Ye Lingtian said: "Everyone in the world knows that you, the Deathly Sick Ghost, are the first of the four powerful ghosts with your Heart-Eating Thorn and Underworld Powder, but they don't know that your sword skills are truly terrifying. There is no antidote for the Heart-Eating Underworld Powder, and your bones bleed." Make a river.”

The sickly ghost said: "Not everyone can see this sword unsheathed. Those who have seen it are basically dead, including myself, who is about to die."

Ye Lingtian waved his hand and said: "The bones and blood melt, the soul-eating and life-killing sword is a sword of protection, but also a sword of self-mutilation. Every time you draw the sword, it is only for protection, but it will also make you one step closer to death."

Then he said: "Well, I still can't let you draw the sword, otherwise if you die, there will probably be another sad person in the world."