God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Yan Junzi was completely obsessed with the method of evil spirits, and his eyes lost reason.

Step by step to the depths of the blood valley, there is a faint smile on his face that he can't hide.

The suffocated laughter and excitement made his face inexplicably a little more horrifying.

One day, two days, three days.

In just three days, he raised his strength to the fifth level of life and death.

If it hadn't been for staying in the Blood Valley for a long time, it would have made the hidden powers suspicious, and they would have stayed there forever.

Now, it's time to go back.

"This exercise is very suitable for me!"

Yan Junzi walked into a dense forest, his face was gloomy, and he laughed wildly in his heart.

"Hehehe! As long as you continue to trade with me, you will be transcended, and you can achieve it in a short period of time!"

The king of evil spirits let out a sinister laugh in his body.

At first, when he heard this voice, he was very scared and apprehensive.

Now, it feels more comfortable.

"When I am promoted to the invincible in the realm of life and death, I will trouble Ye Que!"

Yan Junzi grinned grimly.

clang! clang! clang!

There is the sound of metal colliding with stone, rhythmically introduced into the quiet jungle.

Yan Junzi paused, and slowly restrained his grim smile.

clang! clang! clang!

The sound was approaching, like the sound of an iron rod hitting the ground.

He turned around and looked blankly.

"Today's weather is good, and Rashomon is as peaceful as before. It would be even better if there is no scum like you."

A voice colder than that of a ghost came to Yan Junzi's ears.

Yan Junzi took a closer look, his expression changed drastically, and he took three steps back abruptly: "Ye... Ye Que..."

Ye Que held one end of the black stick, and the other end rubbed against the ground, and occasionally collided with a stone, which could produce sparks.

He raised his head indifferently, looked down at Yan Junzi, and smiled cynically: "That day, I didn't look carefully, but now I look at it, Yan Junzi, Yan Junzi, you practice by sucking blood, but there are demons hiding in your body?"

At that moment, his eyes had been replaced by the eyes of the ancient gods.

Eight stars plus half a golden star pattern circulated in the golden eyes, staring at Yan Junzi, as if the gods were looking directly at the hearts of the people.

Yan Junzi choked for breath, stabilized his figure a little, and said in a low voice: "What's your business? I'm the god son of Rashomon. I have a noble status. It's not like you, a little elder, can tell me what to do! Get out of the way!"

He is leaving here.

"Elder Yin of the Shizhen Hall, even Shi Chedu was killed by you! There are also the Artifact Refining Hall, the Alchemy Hall, the Shoushan Hall... and many others, all died at your hands. Although you don't admit it, but I know it all!"

Ye Que sighed softly, but held the black stick tightly in his hand, and said: "If you continue to kill like this, I'm afraid that one day you will kill my friends."

Yan Junzi growled ferociously: "Those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish! But you, Ye Que, not only will I kill your friend, I will also play Xue Ao to death in front of you! I will not let any of you, Ye Tiandian, go!"

Stretching out his hands, tense into claws, he stared at Ye Que like an evil ghost, and said with a smirk, "Because, I am the god son of Rashomon, and with the support of the elders, no one can disobey me!"

"I admire you very much. When you go to the underworld, I will go to the underworld to play with you another day! I will open a VIP channel for you, and let you play every level of the eighteen hells in the underworld." all over!"

Ye Que smiled sinisterly, held a stick, and slammed it at Yan Junzi.

At that moment, the dense forest collapsed, the mountains collapsed, and the sky twisted.

He tried his best and didn't give Yan Junzi the slightest chance.

"You can't kill me, I am the Son of God, the future master of the Rashomon sect!"

Yan Junzi took out a jade pendant and threw it at the black stick.

The coercion of the black stick instantly aroused the power in the jade pendant.

A round of divine light from the Eight Treasures Realm surged out from the jade pendant, shaking the black stick away.

Whoosh!

Many strong men came.

With a bang, Liu Wujue punched Ye Que.

Ye Que resisted with a stick, and was knocked back about a kilometer before he stabilized his body.

He stared at Yan Junzi coldly, expressionless on his face, but clear in his heart.

This guy really has the means of protection given by Transcendence.

"Cough cough cough! Master, Ye Que almost killed me!"

Yan Junzi reversed the technique, forcibly injured himself, vomited blood, and looked like he was injured by Ye Que.

Ye Que smiled playfully: "Do you really think that your little tricks can fool the transcendent strong?"

He scanned the sky.

The door master arrived, and even the ten members of the Presbyterian Church arrived.

Ye Que stared at Yan Junzi with interest, playing tricks in front of Chaos, isn't that disgusting.

"Ye Que, what do you mean by hurting my apprentice?"

Liu Wujue opened his eyes and spoke nonsense, pointing at Ye Que angrily, with endless killing intent in his voice.

If it wasn't for the disciple who wanted to kill Ye Que himself, he would have done it long ago.

Ye Que sneered.

Liu Wujue could understand what he said.

"I'm just sparring with the Son of God. Besides, he has nothing to do. The injury was caused by himself."

He shrugged.

"Shangshenzi, you are still lying in front of us, Ye Que, you are getting more and more presumptuous!"

The seven elders who were optimistic about Yan Junzi, headed by the elder Eagle Eye, shouted at Ye Que angrily.

Ye Que narrowed his eyes.

Protecting Yan Junzi to this extent?

"The core elders, what Ye Que said was not a lie, it was Yan Junzi who hurt himself."

As soon as the sect master spoke, he was reprimanded by the eagle-eyed elder: "Nonsense! Yan Junzi is the son of God, the future master of the Rashomon sect, with a distinguished status and special physique. He is the hope of my Rashomon sect. There must be no mistakes, even you." Want to pamper Ye Que?"

These words made Ye Que's face darken.

Pamper?

Who is pampering whom?

"Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense!"

The other three core elders retorted sullenly.

"I said that the son of God was injured by Ye Que, and he was really injured by Ye Que. Ye Que, if you want to kill the son of God and obliterate the body of Luo Sheng, you are ruining the future of my Rashomon! I advise you to leave Luo Sheng Door!"

Elder Eagle Eye saw Ye Que's growing impatience, and thought that this guy was jealous because he didn't get the Son of God, and wanted to take revenge on Yan Junzi.

If Ye Que hadn't been building a Yin-Yang level formation, he would have made a move a long time ago, teaching this ants who are not big or small.

Yan Junzi smiled coldly, the disdain and complacency in his eyes were obvious.

Ye Que said in a deep voice: "Are you all confused? Who is conniving with Yan Junzi, slaughtering all beasts, killing elders, and eradicating dissidents?"

The voice was colder: "You can see clearly his performance these days, Rashomon still has a future?"

The words were sharp, and he said again: "What kind of Rasho's body is he? There is an evil ghost hidden in his body, and he is here to harm Rashomon! Really..."

"Shut up!"

Elder Eagle Eye turned his face completely cold, and said coldly: "Are you questioning our choice? Are you dissatisfied because you were not selected as the Son of God? Let me tell you, you bastard! You will never be qualified to be the Son of God, here Smearing Yan Junzi will only bring trouble upon himself!"

Ye Que smiled silently, put away the black stick, shrugged and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will open the door of evil spirits?"

"Joke! Yan Junzi is a genius I'm optimistic about, how could he open the door of evil spirits!"

"Although what he has done these days, although he is messing around, he is also thinking of himself! A few people will die! But it is indeed extremely beneficial to the future Rashomon!"

"That's right, he eradicates dissidents, and also for his own safety! Everyone must understand!"

Many core elders clearly protected Yan Junzi, but they said that the murder of fellow disciples was for their own safety.

When can persecution of fellow students be used as a reason?

"Besides, he is still growing now. We are trying our best to cultivate Yan Junzi. Will he be bad?"

The eagle-eyed old man had his hands behind his back, opened his mouth indifferently, and stared at Ye Que, full of disgust.