Chapter 1581

In a group of Diyuan's accomplishments, two Tianyuan's realm suddenly appeared. This kind of panic is not small, especially the ghost hand. At the moment, the ghost hand only feels that his small heart is pounding. After all, the other party can wipe out a group of people with only one shot. It's no joke. The realm of Tianyuan can't be compensated in quantity.

And at the moment, ye Qian is a bright smile, tilted his head to look at the ghost hand, that deep eyes seem to be able to hit the ghost hand's heart, let his inner fear have no escape.

Ye Qian and Ling long slowly fell to the ground. At the moment, ye Qian stepped forward and waved his hand. The girl who was still in the hands of the God of the Shura hall had already reached Ye Qian's arms.

Looking at the sweet sleeping posture of the little girl, ye Qian comes to see that he is a little bit of love from his bones.

"Who is your excellency?"

The ghost hand trembled and did not dare to take the lead to start, but could only ask.

And ye Qian then looked up at the ghost hand and said, "who is this seat? You don't have the qualification to know. You just need to know whether you can take this little girl with you tonight."

For the ghost hand, ye Qian didn't want to have too much nonsense with him. At the moment, ye Qian didn't directly kill the ghost hand. This group of people has been regarded as a great gift.

It's a pity that this ghost hand is an expression of ignorance.

"Your accomplishments have reached the realm of Tianyuan. Are you a member of the thirteen schools in the South China Sea?"

Ye Qian has no comment, and the ghost hand can only rely on speculation.

For the ghost hand's conjecture, ye Qian just said with a cold smile: "is how, not how?"

The ghost hand summoned up his courage and said coldly: "hum, although your cultivation is excellent, do you know that we are the people of the Shura hall. If you don't take care of this business today, it's just fine. If you insist on interfering in the affairs of our Shura hall, our hall leader will never let you go. When the time comes, the disaster of Maoshan's destruction will be a lesson in the past. "

Obviously, the ghost hands at the moment have no way to deal with Ye Qian, so they can only take out the mountain of Shura hall to try to suppress Ye Qian.

Unfortunately, others care about the hall of Shura, but ye Qian doesn't care, and even has some contempt.

Listening to the ghost hand's words, ye Qian disdained to chuckle and said, "Shura hall? Hehe, it's a great prestige. Even if ye Lang comes here in person, he won't give him a cent, let alone you little minions? "

With that, ye Qian suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, by the way, you people should not know his real name. We should change our view to you. We should call him the master of Shura hall, or we should call him ye Xiuluo."

Hearing Ye Qian's wild and uninhibited words, the ghost hand immediately scared cold sweat DC.

On the other side, Zeng qianrou also listened to Ye Qian's words clearly. Hearing the name of Ye Lang, Zeng qianrou's heart was suddenly stamped, and her heart immediately began to be disordered.

"Ye Lang, they are ye Lang's people? Why, why, ye Lang, who are you? "

At the moment, Zeng qianrou couldn't help thinking about it, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a reason. After all, this practice world is not something that ordinary people can think of.

At this moment, one of the twelve deities under the ghost's hand suddenly began to be in trouble. He pointed to Ye Qian with a black cloak and said, "you're looking for death, just because you dare to call my house master's name."

Say, that figure a twinkle is toward leaf Qian to rush toward the past directly.

And ye qian can only be helpless to long a cry, said: "ah, stupid ah, really stupid, this seat has not seen you such a stupid person for a long time."

At the same time, ye Qian raised his hand, his hand was golden, and a Buddhist palm print was photographed.

Ye Qian's means seem to be arbitrary, but the power is not what ordinary people can bear.

This golden Buddhist handprint sang with Sanskrit, and killed the God in black on the spot.

Even the traces of blood did not leave, the God was so pressed on the ground, the whole person turned into a beach of meat cakes. The death was quite horrifying.

One shot destroyed a realm of Di yuan, and it was just a move. It was enough to show how terrible Ye Qian's cultivation was.

Seeing this scene, the ghost hand at the moment retreated two steps in a row, and looked at Ye Qian with fear and said, "Buddha's magic power, are you a Buddhist?" As he said this, the ghost hand again overturned his own judgment and said, "impossible, absolutely impossible. Who are you in Buddhism without your so young and powerful layman disciple?"

Ye Qian narrowed his eyes and looked at the ghost hand, but only one eye. The ghost hand was inexplicable fear and stepped back two steps again.

Staring at the ghost hand, ye Qian suddenly laughed: "it's you. I recognize you. Today, you've ruined our interest in the South China Sea. I didn't expect that you would dare to come to the South China Sea after half a day. It seems that you really think your life is too long."

"It's you. It's you who block me on the South China Sea today?"Ghost hand also just reflected at the moment, but he looked at Ye Qian's appearance, still afraid.

While staring at Ye Qian, the hand of the ghost hand is also making small movements at the same time. Obviously, he is taking his magic weapon race bag.

And these small movements of ghost hand can't escape Ye Qian and Ling Long's eyes.

At the moment, ye Qian just disdained to hum, and said: "don't waste your mind. The space magic weapon in your hand is just a stall. In my view, it's a piece of junk. It's useless for us."

Although his actions were seen through by Ye Qian at a glance, the ghost hand still insisted: "if there is any use, try to know."

Then a ghost stretched out his hand and opened the race bag to Ye Qian. He said, "close up..."

Suddenly a gust of vigorous wind is from the race bag whistling out, and ye Qian is standing still.

"Take, take, take him..."

Ghost hand is completely anxious at the moment, can't help but recite.

However, ye Qian waved his hand gently, and a sword light was shining, which directly cleaved on the human bag. In a moment, the bag was split in two, and the God in the bag was also splashed with blood. The whole person was split in two and the blood flowed all over the ground.

"How could this happen? How could it be so?"

Fear, infinite fear, can't stop at the moment, skipping the ghost hand's heart. It seems that the ghost hand has never been so frightened in this world for so many years. When facing the master of Shura temple, he has never felt this kind of feeling.

Hesitation, loss of control, fear, countless negative emotions suddenly poured into the ghost hand's heart. At the moment, the ghost hand looked at Ye Qian dead and cried out: "why do you want to take care of this matter? It has nothing to do with you. Who are you and who are you?"

But ye Qian's reply was loud, which made the ghost hand and the deities behind him feel inexplicably weak, and had an impulse to escape on the spot.

"This seat is near the sea, ye Qian."

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