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This, isn't this the imprisoned formation we learned? This is the secret legend of the ancient building, why would you!

Ye Qing replied with a smile: I felt a little bored when you were painting, so I learned it for a while, but I found that your formation was making too much noise. I thought about it and improved it, but you probably didn't. It's a shame to have the opportunity to learn the improved version.

After he finished speaking, he opened his fingers, and the white electric ball directly hit the top of the five people's heads. A strong electric current fell from their foreheads, and their brains instantly turned into a pot of porridge, and they fell directly before they felt any pain. down.

Ye Qing shook his head boringly: old poison, stop playing these tricky games.

Seeing his elite being played by Ye Qing in such a way that he didn't even make a move, the old poison was not only extremely angry, but also had a hint of fear.

This person seems to be at the point where gods block and kill gods and Buddhas, and if he comes to him, how will he torture himself?

The old poison was more afraid of death than anyone, and he cherished his life more than anyone. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, because he knew that no matter who changed him, he could no longer protect him.

The people next to him were also frightened by Ye Qing's actions, and asked tremblingly: Big, big elder, what should we do next?

The old poison slapped him fiercely, and directly picked up a bunch of small beads on the table and crushed them. Soul energy continued to pour out of them. Pour in, and want to run away.

One after another, the sound of explosions came from up and down the ancient building, and sometimes there were all kinds of tragic screams and calls for help, just like purgatory on earth.

The originally quiet ancient building suddenly became like this, and the fire unicorn couldn't help shivering: Immortal Emperor, what happened here?

Ye Qing closed his eyes and felt the fluctuation of soul energy, he frowned: No, the old poison wants to run away!

I saw that he directly grabbed Huofeng and Huoqilin and stomped their feet fiercely. The ten floors underground of the ancient building immediately burst, and the three of them fell down together.

I saw a silver house reflecting light at the bottom. Ye Qing knew that he had found the old poison. He laid a layer of net next to the silver house, and saw a silver ball flashing white light suddenly jumped out of it. It was bounced back by the net again.

Ye Qing lightly opened the door of the silver house and walked in: Fortunately.

The old poison poured all the energy into this silver ball. He only hoped that he could escape smoothly without being discovered by Ye Qing. He thought he was about to leave, but was stopped by Ye Qing.

At this time, the old poison no longer used the little boy's body, showing its original appearance.

Huofeng took a closer look, and laughed loudly: I didn't expect that the one who almost killed me was actually a little old man like you. If you don't want those shady tricks, I can guarantee that you won't survive for a second in my hands!

The old poison is more than two hundred years old. He is sitting on a wooden wheelchair. His whole body is atrophied. All the teeth in his mouth are lost, revealing shriveled gums. The whole face is full of wrinkles and age spots, and his eyes are also very sharp. Cloudy, with gray and sparse hair, looking older than any old man in the world.

He could only be forced to use this body that was about to decay. He originally wanted to hammer the table like before, but his dry hands were only lifted up a little tremblingly, and then put down weakly.

・Seeking flowers・・

you, you...

His bodily functions have been worn out, and the old poison can't speak, his words are blurred, and no one can hear what he is talking about.

Ye Qing didn't expect Lao Poison to be such an old man, and his eyes were a little complicated: he killed so many lives, but only to survive, are you really happy?

He pointed at the old poison's throat and let him speak smoothly.

Only then did the muscles in the throat of the old poison recover a lot. He did not expect that Ye Qing could make his body regain its vitality. His eyes suddenly became greedy, and the first sentence he said was: as long as you make me young again, you I can give you anything you want me to give!

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Ye Qing shook his head helplessly, this person's obsession with life has reached the realm of going crazy, and there is no cure.

He slowly stepped forward and put on the old poison's Tianling cover. The old poison understood that Ye Qing wanted to kill him, and shook his head frantically in fear: No, I can't die, I still have a lot of plans to complete, I can't die!

A fishy smell slowly came out from his crotch, and the old poison was incontinent, but he was already crazy, and he kept shaking his head: You made me young, after making me young, I can create countless offerings for you. There's more to it than that!

I beg you, if you are so powerful, please help me! The old poison's two dead branches clinged to Ye Qing's arms, and tears flowed from the old and cloudy eyes.

Huofeng glanced at the old poison in disgust, but felt that he was very sad.

Ye Qing didn't want to smell this stench again, and with a little force of his hand, a burst of electric current spread directly from the top of the old poison's head to his limbs and bones for a long time.