Dissatisfied?

Ye Ting smiled and said to Yang Mei: "I thought it would be fine if I suppress those two guys."

"How is it possible? Almost 30% of the powerful infant realm cultivators in Zhuyun Continent came to the Ghost Dragon Alliance. Why are these people willing to be suppressed by us all the time? Everyone is in the infant realm."

"Are they all infant state?"

Ye Ting pressed his height and said to the monks on the ground: "The surrendered people belong to me. This is the rule of the alliance. Why do you want to not abide by the rules?"

"We built this city, and we are talking about it, you are not the leader either!"

A cultivator in the infant realm shouted loudly among the crowd. Ye Ting glanced at him. The monk had an alert in his heart, but his feet were wrapped in a chain and suddenly dragged into the earth.

"It's outrageous!"

puff!

The second monk who spoke was slashed with his head by Ye Ting.

"Who else is not convinced?" Ye Ting killed three people in a row. For a moment, these monks were a little discouraged. Ye Ting then said: "The Ghost Dragon Alliance is of course the Ghost Dragon King, but he is my slave, and you are just my slaves. Rules are rules. When you joined the Ghost Dragon Alliance, you had already agreed. Now you want to regret it?"

"Yes, we just want to regret it!" Finally, another monk stood up, but this time he formed a formation with ten monks around him, looking vigilantly at Ye Ting in the sky.

On the ground, more monks moved closer to this side. During the battle, every surviving monk was full of blood. The surrendered monks suddenly felt a little regretful, but heard Ye Ting say in the air: "The monks should make a promise, and they should not regret it even if they did not sign a contract. You ignore the rules of the alliance, so..."

In Ye Ting's hand, the thunder ban pills flew up and fell towards the earth. The lightning instantly drowned the monks who were trying to resist.

The nine small thunder seals of the heavens turned into tens of thousands of thunder laws with different laws. In the blink of an eye, most of the monks gathered fell down.

"You can all die." Ye Ting said the second half of the sentence.

The still alive monks had lightning flashing in their bodies and were still closing together. They were about to condense into the little thunder seal of heaven. These monks suppressed the power of the thunder magic in their bodies in horror, and could not even speak.

They didn't believe that Ye Ting could suppress them with his own strength.

Even if Ye Ting has this ability, they don’t understand why Ye Ting had to kill so many subordinates. Without them, how can the Ghost Dragon Alliance expand?

The surviving monks were dying in their bodies, and those who had surrendered were frightened. Ye Ting crushed many infant realms with his own strength, although they were the infant realms they looked down upon.

Such people already have attacking capabilities similar to those of the virtual realm. They all came from sects and saw it clearly and knew that Ye Ting was invincible.

What they didn't know was that the equipment Ye Ting created for every monk in the Ghost Dragon Alliance had backdoors. Any magic attack would be unimpeded when it fell.

Since Ye Ting attacked, he would not let these monks survive. He sold too much equipment, and each equipment had a similar back door, and there would be problems when facing him.

This is the equipment created by Ye Ting after studying the law of Fengxing. On Fengxing, there are all mortals, and weapons sold by powerful countries have similar abilities. Otherwise, after buying them, they will hit you with your weapons, which is a tragedy.

Ye Ting sneered: "When you are casual cultivators, you are in panic all day long. Facing the monks of the sect, they wag their tails like dogs, beg for mercy. After joining the alliance, they have strength, status, and wealth, and then they think they are all what you deserve?"

Ye Ting's eyes swept over one by one, and suddenly raised his hand and made a sword. This sword, Liu Yang, who was observing from a distance, was directly cut off his head. Lu Peiyuan's true energy around him was aroused, his heart was terrified, but he didn't move at all.

Ye Ting killed Liu Yang, and saw that Lu Peiyuan was not moving, and smiled and said, "You are still tactful. No matter whether you resist or escape, it will be a fate. Since you give up on resistance, you will kill these people. However, you have a share in this mutiny. Don't think I don't know that everything from Yang Shen Sect belongs to me, and your reward is all their wealth."

Without hesitation, Lu Peiyuan turned his whole arm into a black rock structure and punched him out.

The fist turned into a huge shadow and pressed down from top to bottom. The lightning light in the monks' bodies was still raging, without the power to fight back. On the ground under their feet, the earth-type vital energy turned into a plane, as smooth as a mirror. When combined with the sky's fist shadow, it collided with each other. The powerful force squeezed on the monks' bodies. The lightning light in the monks' bodies could not be controlled and exploded.

"You are not bad." Ye Ting said to Lu Peiyuan: "Among these surrendered monks, you choose a strong enough infant realm to be your companion and replace Liu Yang's position. The rest of the people are also under the jurisdiction of you two. Too many monks died in the alliance and need to be supplemented."

"Yes." Lu Peiyuan answered respectfully.

"I will repair the Yangshen Sect here and become the headquarters of the Ghost Dragon Alliance, so that it can also be used to resist the direct attacks of the cultivators in the virtual realm. Since the mountain gate warehouse has lost your share, you will collect the other things on the Yangshen Sect territory. Don't kill them all. Those who are willing to surrender will be taken to your subordinates."

Lu Peiyuan was glad that he did not resist or escape. Ye Ting really ignored past grudges. This subsequent benefit was enough to make up for the current losses.

"I will sort out the various classics of Yangshen Sect. The alliance also needs some methods of practice to give everyone a hope of advancing to the virtual realm. Lu Peiyuan, do you understand?"

Lu Peiyuan's heart beat wildly, and he knelt down and said to Ye Ting: "Seniors are as kind as mountains, but they are not as good as pigs and dogs."

Ye Ting just smiled. He didn't feel disgusted, but he felt that the sadness of the wandering cultivator was really indescribable. Lu Peiyuan was also among the top 100 strong men in the sect, but he had to bow down like this.

"Lu Peiyuan, you are just my temporary subordinate and also a magic cultivator. One day in the future, your power will surpass me and you will naturally betray it, but before this... don't make me think you are too stupid. The Ghost Dragon Alliance is now handed over to you, but there are still many things, you have to cooperate with Yuwen Shen."

"Yes." Lu Peiyuan leaned down on the ground and did not dare to look up.

After Ye Ting handled the matter here, he was about to leave when among the surrendered monks, a young man suddenly shouted loudly: "Senior, please take me away!"

Ye Ting turned around in the air and saw the boy who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, who had just formed a pill. He thought about it and knew the reason. This boy must be a disciple of Yangshen Sect, and he was probably the treasure who died in the Void Realm.

The Yangshen Sect is gone, and the consequences of what he leaves behind will be worrying.

"If you follow me, you may not be able to survive."

"Disciple understand."

"You are not my disciple." Ye Ting said coldly.

"I just want my senior to remember my name, and I dare not ask for too much." The young man looked resolute. If Ye Ting didn't accept him, he wouldn't have lived for too long, because many of his secrets were wanted by other monks. He could not keep the master dead.

"You are from the Taoist sect, and I am a monk from the Demon sect."

"I am willing to abandon the Tao and follow the demon."

"Then come with me." A green light fell from Ye Ting's hand. When the boy lightened his body, he flew in the air and came to Ye Ting and Yang Mei.

Yang Mei said: "We two are the culprits who killed your master."

The boy's eyes turned red and he said, "I want to carry forward the master's inheritance. If I die, it will not be worth it even if I can kill two seniors to take revenge."

"This is the idea of ​​Taoist sect. If your strength exceeds us in the future..."

The boy's eyes were red, and he boldly interrupted Yang Mei and said, "Since I ask my senior to be named by the disciple, this will not be the case. My master has exhausted his energy, and the energy of Zhuyun Continent has ended. Even if I join the Demon Sect, I don't like to act against the will of heaven."

Yang Mei took his breath away from the boy. The boy did not tell lies. He would indeed not betray Ye Ting and Yang Mei.

But this tone is really annoying, it is the Taoist sect's rhetoric.

However, his perception was really sharp, and he knew that Zhuyun Continent would gradually decline. This young man had good luck, and perhaps it was worth cultivating. He was not allowed to teach the things that came to his door, but the secret methods of practicing the lower door were enough to make him a sensational figure.

Yuwen Shen looked at the boy curiously and asked, "What's your name?"

"Song Man Demon."

"Hahahaha..." Yuwen Shen laughed happily and said, "You disciple of the Taoist sect deserve to end up joining the Demon sect."

"Let's go." Ye Ting didn't want to talk nonsense here anymore, so he brought the young Song Renmo with him. A green light flashed and Yang Mei fled to the plateau.

Ye Ting and Yang Mei stayed behind and lingered in the Zhuyun Continent for more than ten years. The battles of those sects became more and more frequent, and the cultivators of the lower sect also appeared here. Because the earth veins became weaker and weaker, twelve sects were successively captured by the cultivators of the lower sect, and the inheritance was exterminated.

Chu Wuji was waiting for Ye Ting, but did not appear. Thousands of monks tried to block and assassinate him and Yang Mei on the plateau, all of whom died on the plateau.

Such hardships are meaningless. Apart from the lower sect, these cultivators from ordinary sects will die as much as they come. Who made them equipped with the things made by Ye Ting?

Ye Ting was a little impatient on the plateau. On that day, he said to Yang Mei: "Senior Sister, when will we leave?"

Yang Mei said in surprise: "Ah? If you want to leave, just leave. Ask me what I'm doing?"

"But..." Ye Ting didn't know what to say. Before this, Yang Mei and him went their own way, and the question he asked was a bit stupid.

"I'll stay and teach Yuwen God. If you want to leave, take the Song Demon with you." Yang Mei had no intention of nostalgia.

"Okay, I'll leave now. Do you have any instructions for senior sister?" Ye Ting was not confused anymore. Anyway, Yang Mei has always been like this, and he has become a little used to it.
Chapter completed!