"Please let me go. As long as you let me go, I will do the work of a cow or a horse."
"
"Please don't kill me, I can do whatever you want."
The black dragon screamed, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and his struggle getting weaker and weaker.
Finally, its huge body lay on the ground, motionless and completely dead.
A stream of light came out of the black dragon's corpse and fell into the air. It was the scribe just now.
He was holding a red, fist-sized beast elixir in his hand, which was the inner elixir of the black dragon.
His expression was light, as if he had not experienced a battle at all, as if this was just a normal thing.
It can be seen from this that he is a murderer.
The people around him were so shocked that they couldn't speak. They stared at the scribe with a cold feeling rising from the bottom of their hearts.
A black dragon with a golden elixir level of cultivation didn't even have the ability to resist, and was killed in just a few hits. How terrifying is this man's strength!
The scribe put away the inner elixir without even looking at the people around him. His body became void for a while and was about to disappear.
At this moment, a voice suddenly shouted: "Stop."
The one who spoke out was not Ye Xiong, but Shirley.
Shirley was ready to come to help Ye Xiong when he was in trouble, but she didn't know she met this scribe.
"Excuse me, is the senior Xuelinggu Bingling?" Shirley asked with a trembling voice.
"It turns out it was you. I didn't kill you that day. You should really thank me."
The scribe's eyes fell on Shirley and he replied with interest.
"It turns out it's really you, why, why on earth is this?" Shirley was so excited that her voice changed, and she roared. "We didn't offend you, why did you kill him, why?"
Thinking of her man's death at Snow Ridge Peak, Shirley's heart ached and she shed tears.
Facing Shirley's tears, the scribe not only did not feel guilty, but smiled and said: "I just want to see what it is like when a person loses his loved one. Your performance let me know, poor human being!"
"You are a pervert, you are not a human being."
"I'm not a human to begin with. I'm a spirit of the Five Elements, a god. How can you, mere mortals, compare to me?"
Shirley was so angry that she was shaking all over. She was about to rush forward and try her best to avenge her man. At this moment, a figure stood in front of her: "Sister Shirley, don't get excited. You are just going to die now."
"Before you want to take revenge, please use your brain first and think about whether you can do it." The scribe sneered.
Ye Xiong suppressed his temper and said: "Senior Bingling, I have something unclear and I want to ask you to answer it."
"Go ahead, maybe I'm in a good mood and can answer you." The scribe said arrogantly.
"Why do you want to kill them? My master has no grudge against you." Ye Xiong asked excitedly.
"Do I need a reason for killing someone?" The scribe's eyes fell on Ye Xiong and sneered: "I don't know how many tens of thousands of monks have died in my hands over the past tens of millions of years. Now if you ask me the reason for killing someone, do you think it's the same?"
Want to be one of them?"
Ye Xiong wanted to continue talking, but You Ming flew over and stood in front of him, preventing him from continuing.
"Senior Bing Ling, thank you for your help." You Ming said.
"I killed this insect because it violated the rules. How can I use the strength of the golden elixir to deal with the foundation? Besides, its inner elixir is useful to me; if any of you are useful to me, I will not hesitate.
Kill me and get what I want." The scribe said very coldly and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a spaceship stood in front of him. Meng Bing'er came out of the spaceship and said urgently: "Bingling, stop."
Her words shocked everyone around her.
In front of this five-element god who kills without batting an eye and ignores all human beings, if she dares to say this, she is seeking death.
The scribe's gaze fell on Meng Bing'er, his eyes widened, and the air around him condensed.
"Sister, you are crazy, come back quickly." Meng Miao quickly ran out of the spacecraft and held Meng Bing'er's hand.
Meng Bing'er shook off his hand, stared into the scribe's eyes without fear, and said loudly: "Bing Ling, you are just a scholar. The entire Ice Palace regards you as the patron saint, saying that as long as you are here,
The Ice Palace will be fine; as long as you are asked to come forward, there is nothing you can't solve. But now, the demon army has invaded the Ice Palace, and even your Snow Ridge Peak has been invaded, but you don't dare to step forward. Who are you?
God?"
Everyone around her was sweating at her words. You know, even ten lives would not be enough to make Bing Ling unhappy.
The scribe suddenly burst into laughter and said: "What is the Ice Palace? It was built thousands of years ago. I am a god who has lived for ten thousand years. Do you have the qualifications to ask me to be the patron saint? Do you know why the demon army will
Appearing in the Magic Trail Mountain Range? To tell you the truth, it was me who did it. I repaired the large teleportation array and welcomed them."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the monks around him changed drastically, and they all became angry.
The invasion of the demon world caused so many people to suffer. Unexpectedly, it was all his fault.
"Why?" Meng Binger asked excitedly.
"Let's play."
This answer made everyone take a breath of cold air.
The demon army invaded and the two worlds were in turmoil, just for a joke. How crazy and crazy should this be?
"I just want to see what progress has been made in the world of cultivation over the years, and how many talented monks have emerged. After this trial, it is really disappointing. The cultivation world is supposed to be full of killings. You are used to living a carefree life.
, the result was that I was vulnerable and was beaten by the demon world to the point where I couldn’t even lift my head. It was really disappointing to me.”
Only then did Ye Xiong understand that killing his master and Du Meng was a trivial matter to Bing Ling.
He is simply an evil spirit who is indifferent to all living things, a self-righteous thing.
"In that case, why did you let Shirley and I go when we were at Snow Ridge Peak?" Ye Xiong asked.
"Dare you know the truth?" The scribe grinned: "The truth is often very cruel. Are you sure you want to know?"
Ye Xiong took a deep breath and said after a while: "Is it because I am a very good plaything, Xiaodie?"
The scribe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, his voice resounding throughout the sky.
Suddenly, his body changed, and when he reappeared, it was already Xiaodie's body.
The people in the audience were so shocked by the revelation that they were speechless.
Xiaodie is the ice spirit?
I can't imagine, how is this possible?
Shirley, Meng Bing'er and the others were shocked and angry, staring at her intently.
"Master, I like smart people like you the most. In the past ten thousand years, few people have made me play so happily." Xiaodie regained her female voice and said with a smile.
Ye Xiong stared at her and clenched his fists tightly.