At this time, within a radius of ten miles around Ye Xiaofeng, there was no figure. More than 300 masters died and no one was left alive.

On the ice field below him, golden blood was sprinkled, and the bodies and limbs of the masters were covered all over the floor, looking extremely bloody and cruel.

The masters around him looked at Ye Xiaofeng one by one and changed their eyes, some fear and some fear.

"Devil! A big devil actually killed so many powerful people with just raised his hand."

"I'm afraid this is the battle with the largest number of deaths in recent years, except for the God War."

"He has died at one time, so many people have offended many people! It seems that he will be sad in the future."

Ye Xiaofeng killed more than 300 masters in one fell swoop, and suddenly stopped everyone. Even those masters of the Immortal God Realm looked at Ye Xiaofeng with a hint of fear.

What they feared was not Ye Xiaofeng's strength, but lawlessness.

Those who died just now must have one or two people with good relationships. If the other party’s friends come to take revenge, there will definitely be countless strong men and others, and he will face more people’s pursuit in the future.

If the situation just now was put on them, they would never dare to kill so many masters like Ye Xiaofeng.

At this time, Wang Qingshui and Wang Xiaoxiao flew to Ye Xiaofeng.

"Brother Feng! You killed so many people at once, I'm afraid there will be big trouble in the future." Wang Qingshui looked at Ye Xiaofeng with a worried look on his face. He was worried for Ye Xiaofeng.

"I just like trouble. As long as someone dares to deal with me, I will make trouble no longer trouble." Ye Xiaofeng said with a calm smile, as if he was not afraid of anything at all.

"Maple Ye, are you a master of the Immortal God Realm?" Wang Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Xiaofeng curiously and asked.

"What do you think!" Ye Xiaofeng smiled and did not answer her question positively.

"I think it should be, otherwise you wouldn't be able to deal with so many peak masters of the True God Realm." Wang Xiaoxiao tilted her head and thought for a while and said.

Ye Xiaofeng didn't say anything, but just smiled. They just guessed his cultivation level. He didn't mean that he didn't trust the brother and sister, but was afraid that they would accidentally tell his true cultivation level.

If you say it out by chance, I am afraid that those who chase him will at least be masters in the middle stage of the Immortal God Realm, or even in the late stage of the Immortal God Realm.

"This donor, you have a strong killing mind. If you continue like this, you may fall into the devil's path." At this time, a voice came, and the sound was very peaceful.

Ye Xiaofeng heard the news and saw a young man wearing zipper clothes, numb shoes, and hair less than three millimeters.

The young man's aura was very calm and he felt like he was teaching the world. Seeing his dress, Ye Xiaofeng immediately knew that he was an ascetic monk in the Western Mo. These people had a very firm will, strong combat power and mysterious.

The young ascetic monk in front of him had reached the realm of immortal gods, and he looked like he had just broken through.

"What kind of demonic way?" Ye Xiaofeng asked with interest when he felt that the ascetic monk was very interesting.

"The devil is born from the heart. A person's heart is dominated by hatred, delusion, indifference, greed, resentment, etc., and he falls into the path of demons. Now, donor, you kill without blinking, and you are about to be dominated by the thought of killing. I am afraid that it will not take long to killing your thoughts to completely control your thoughts and make you a murderous demon." The ascetic monk said with a kind and calm expression, as if he was the only god who saved the world.

Hearing the words of the ascetic monk, everyone around began to talk, pointing at Ye Xiaofeng one by one, and some people were discussing what the ascetic monk said.

Wang Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, as if she thought what she said made sense. Wang Qingshui frowned, thinking that although the ascetic said something reasonable, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Oh? Then how do the master thinks I can cut off the murderous thought?" Ye Xiaofeng asked with a hint of curiosity on his face.

"Put down the butcher's knife and turn back, I have a secret method in the Western Desert Tantra that can eliminate the murderous thoughts in the donor's heart." said the ascetic.

After hearing this, Ye Xiaofeng laughed a long time ago, and then slowly said, "Master, if you want to preach your teachings, you should not cheat like this! In the age of the gods, tens of thousands of lives were destroyed while talking and laughing. So, aren't those people all big devils, and their bodies, hair and skin are all life? Master, you have cut off so many hairs, that is, you have killed so many lives. Could it be that the master is also a big devil? Since the master is a big devil, what qualifications do you have to let me abandon evil and do good?"

"This," the ascetic monk was speechless by Ye Xiaofeng's words, and his face was as bright as the eggplant. It took him a long time to say: "Donor, you are a fallacy."

"There is no so-called demon in the world. Everyone has various complex situations in their hearts. What affects their actions is the emotions. As for the word "kill", it is just the basic law of the movement of heaven and earth. The strong dominate everything, and even the rules of heaven and earth are the same. If we are strong enough, we can break the prison of heaven and earth. The rules of heaven and earth are also manipulated by you. If people want to kill me, I will kill people. This is an eternal truth. Master, if you are attached to appearances, you still have flaws in your Tantric teachings." Ye Xiaofeng said slowly.

"The little monk's mastery of the doctrine is not the opponent of the donor. If the donor comes to the Western Desert one day, we can discuss it together." said the ascetic.

"Okay." Ye Xiaofeng nodded and agreed.

"Donor, the little monk said goodbye first." The ascetic monk glanced at Ye Xiaofeng deeply and then disappeared into this space.

Many people around them were still saying something to Ye Xiaofeng and the ascetic monk. They looked at Ye Xiaofeng with some confusion and turned their eyes to Ye Xiaofeng, as if they wanted to ask something, but they didn't ask.

"Maple Leaf, why do I think what you both make sense? Who are you right?" Wang Xiaoxiao said distressedly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Everything is right, or it can be said that everything is wrong." Ye Xiaofeng said with an unfathomable look.

"Is it right or wrong?" The stingy Wang Xiaoxiao asked wildly, her beautiful eyes staring at Ye Xiaofeng fiercely, as if he wouldn't give her an answer.

"I have just told the answer. Everyone has a set of understanding of this kind of evil. In his opinion, what he said is correct, what I said is wrong, but in my opinion, what I said is correct, what he said is wrong. If you have your own judgment, you will feel that what we said is wrong, and what you understand is right." Ye Xiaofeng explained.

Wang Xiaoxiao was confused when she heard this, but she nodded.

On this day, Ye Xiaofeng is destined to be famous in this world.

A man raised his hand and killed more than 300 masters, with his expression unchanged. This is the second largest battle in recent years.

One person won the Ximo ascetic monk who was best at debate in the debate.
Chapter completed!