National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"I wish you a sweet dream."

Ye Feng in the detention center suddenly disappeared, and just after Ye Feng disappeared, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the detention center.

The night shift police hurried over to check the situation, only to see that the two high-ranking gymnasts they captured today were twitching and screaming on the ground, and even scratched bloodstains on their bodies with their hands.

Blood flowed out and stained the ground red.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

The two men kept roaring like a mental breakdown, and their eyes were full of despair and fear.

In the sky of City of Hope, Ye Feng changed into a mask, exposing his mouth so that he could light a cigarette.

Looking at the prosperous city below, he shook his head.

No matter how bright the lights are, there will still be darkness, whether it is the world of cultivating immortals in the previous life, or the blue star in this life.

There was a crisp sound from the flip of the lighter.

Cigarette smoke billows.

cruel?

No.

Not cruel at all.

He just returned the despair and pain of those victims to them in one breath.

If they make it through it's redemption, if they don't it's what they deserve.

But obviously, they didn't seem to make it through.

"Zhou family, Zhou Zhe."

Ye Feng smiled coldly, and disappeared in a flash.

.....

At one o'clock in the morning, the City of Hope gradually fell into silence, and the Zhou family's villa was even more silent.

Until Zhou Zhe, who got up at night and wanted to go to the toilet, walked out of the house and made a sound of footsteps.

Just when he was about to walk into the bathroom.

Ding!

The flip of a lighter suddenly sounded in the living room on the first floor.

The crisp sound of the lighter opening the lid is so abrupt and piercing in the silent darkness.

Immediately, Zhou Zhe turned pale with shock, went to the stairs and looked down, only to find that there was a burst of fire on the sofa in the living room.

He hastily turned on the spare switch in the living room on the first floor, which was set on the second floor.

Click!

In an instant, the living room on the first floor of the villa was brightly lit. A man in a black windbreaker and a black mask covering half his face was sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette.

A pair of playful eyes met his.

"Who are you! Why are you in my house!"

Thunder light emerged from Zhou Zhe's body, and he could feel that the man in front of him was definitely not simple.

But he will not be afraid, after all, he is a super magician. Although he is only one star, he knows the situation of all super magicians in the Eastern Region, and there is no such person among them!

This kind of person who hides his head and shows his tail must also have similar strength himself.

He is a super-level lightning mage, an almost invincible existence of the same level, how can he be afraid of the other party!

Ye Feng didn't speak when he heard the words, but just looked at the other party lightly, a powerful sense of oppression suddenly enveloped Zhou Zhe.

"puff!"

Zhou Zhe spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and looked at Ye Feng in disbelief.

The strong coercion made him unable to bear it any longer and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

"You! You are a super-level spiritual magician! You are a magician from Guai!"

Ancient Egypt, Blue Star's eight major human countries are also one of the only remaining human countries, and only their national spiritual system is the mainstream.

In China, there are very few magicians majoring in the spiritual department, and if there are, most of them are special existences such as Taoist monks who have the blessing of faith.

The behavior of this person in front of him has nothing to do with Buddhism, so Zhou Zhe guessed that Ye Feng was from Guai.

Ye Feng still didn't speak, but grabbed it with his hand, and Zhou Zhe, who was still on the second floor just now, came in front of Ye Feng, still kneeling.

Ye Feng looked down at Zhou Zhe, smoked a cigarette before saying, "I've dealt with your two thugs, it's your turn."

"you you!"

Zhou Zhe's pupils shrank, he didn't want to die now, suddenly he thought of something and hurriedly said: "What do you want, as long as you ask, as long as I can do it, no, even if I can't do it, I can definitely help you do it Now, I only hope that you can let me live!"

"I still like your rebellious look before."

After Ye Feng couldn't laugh or cry, his tone suddenly became extremely cold.

"When those people who were persecuted by you said this to you before, did you ever let them go?"

As soon as this remark came out, Zhou Zhe immediately expressed despair.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of reincarnation in the way of heaven, and the meaning of the sentence "Heaven spares who".

He didn't feel anything when he heard it before, but when it really happened to him, he realized how ridiculous and pathetic he was.

"Feel the pain of those who were killed and hurt by you."

Ye Feng put his hand on Zhou Zhe's forehead.

In his last life, he often used a soul-refining spell to judge those who committed the most crimes. Originally, he thought that he would not use it in this life. It seems that his thinking was too naive and too beautiful.

"ah!!!"

Zhou Zhe, who used to be majestic, now fell to the ground and kept rolling and screaming. All kinds of despair, collapse, and fearful scenes and feelings flashed through his mind.

That kind of heart-piercing and mental torture is even more terrifying than Ling Chi. You may faint and become numb in Ling Chi, but this kind of mental torture does not.

However, when Ye Feng was watching this scene with cold eyes, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Following the sound, Ye Feng saw a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old wearing white pajamas looking at the living room from the railing on the second floor.

His body trembled slightly, obviously frightened.