That bleak voice was clever and wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but the wrong attention attracted the wrong object.


    The leaf was cold, the cold light flashed and hummed. His big hand stretched out of the window, rotated and pinched a dead leaf. His thumb clasped his middle finger and suddenly bounced. The dead leaf was like a knife and broke the void.


    Whew————————


    Sing!


    Wow, wow!


    A dead leaf rolled up the wind and sand, forming an arc in the canyon and rushed behind the mountain.


    Boom!


    Poop——————


    Hearing a loud noise, the dead leaves pierced through the defense, pierced through the chest of the hidden master, and even the heart was shattered.


    Ah——————


    A shrill scream resounded through the valley. A corpse fell from high altitude and hit the ground. The dignified puppet Lord could not stop a dead leaf of Ye QingHan.


    "Mole ants! They will always be mole ants. They are destined not to become a big climate."


    Ye QingHan''s cold and heartless voice echoed in the mountains, suppressing the people around him, and no one dared to move.


    Hiss, hiss


    "Is he the Supreme Lord?"


    "It should be. The false Lord was killed by a dead leaf! Who can do this except the Lord?"


    They took a breath of air-conditioning, looked at the carriage in horror and retreated again and again.


    Gap, this is the real gap. It''s not the world leader. The gap with ye QingHan is more than thousands of miles. In terms of individual combat power, it''s not the world leader. Except for the existence of Ye QingHan, who has the world leader''s soul, physical metamorphosis and combat power demons, no one can compete with the real world leader. Perhaps only Gu Qingyu and Jiang Jingtian can join hands against the world leader.


    "Go on," said Ye QingHan calmly.


    At this time, the coachman knew how terrible the people in the car were. He was excited and drove the carriage out of the valley.


    A carriage that can''t be provoked. The news spread quickly, which made ye QingHan a little easier, but the speed of spread was obviously not as fast as that of the carriage. After galloping out of the extreme martial arts world, there were people who didn''t know how to fight for the carriage. As a result, ye QingHan ruthlessly killed them.


    The coachman has been used to killing and frightening constantly. He has been used to galloping all the way.


    After leaving the extreme martial world and entering the no upper world, ye QingHan found that he underestimated human greed. Countless people flocked to the divine martial world along the border. Their destination was very clear. It must be the boundary tower and the end of the nine worlds.


    "This naive person is crazy. How many people will he kill?" the divine bird looked at the strong people all over the mountains through the window. They fought with each other when they disagreed. Countless deaths and injuries flowed into a river of blood. He couldn''t help but say.


    "At that level, ordinary people are really mole ants, including the Supreme God and even the puppet Lord. They don''t care at all. They feel strong only when they reach the realm of the king of man. For them, the life and death of these people is a group of locusts. It doesn''t matter how much they die, because when their world can give birth to life, how much such life will take "How many are there?" whispered ye QingHan.


    "But we can''t be crazy and kill the aborigines of the world like mole ants!" said the divine bird angrily.


    Ye QingHan looked at the strong people all over the mountains, sometimes flying in the air and sometimes landing to rest. He said without emotion, "for the world owner, the aborigines are the same as the creatures in their own world, and only have utilization value."


    Time flies, year after year, shuttling through the three realms, wasting many years of time, but for ye QingHan''s worship, it is just a time to shut up and open your eyes.


    After walking for ten years, even if the coachman had a ten day rotation rest, the snow beast was also a little tired. He was more tired of traveling day after day. Ye QingHan also found these, and asked the coachman, "how long can we leave the upper world and enter the Shenwu world?"


    "Go back, sir, about half a month." the coachman replied immediately.


    "When you get to the next big city, rest for a few days before you start." ye QingHan said calmly.


    Hearing that ye QingHan wanted to rest, even the snow beast roared and drove on for many years. Not to mention the snow beast, the coachman also felt irritable.


    Drive, drive!!


    The coachman got excited and drove his carriage into the distance.


    Ye QingHan put yan''ao into the great wasteland monument, but he was full of level 12 dragon fairy grass, and level 11 was overwhelming. In order to continue yan''ao''s life, he had bet all his wealth.


    Tens of thousands of miles ahead is a city. It''s not big, but it''s not small. It''s bustling because of the emergence of God''s medicine against heaven.


    Countless people pass by. Even if one percent of the people enter the city, it is massive.


    The carriage drove into the city and found a horse shop. Ye QingHan explained, and gave the two Coachmans some resources and boundary stones to let them move freely. It''s good to meet at the gate of the city in three days.


    Wearing a cloak and black clothes, ye QingHan covered his face tightly and quickly stepped into the city.


    In the center of the city, there are a sea of people, men and women, all kinds of experts, all of whom are ready to go to the blessed earth to find Xiantao.


    Ye QingHan walks in the street aimlessly. He just wants the coachman and the snow beast to rest. He doesn''t want to go to the city at all, but when he comes in, he always needs to inquire about some news.


    There are inns and shops on both sides of the street. There are many treasures. In order to continue on the road, most people sell their treasures in exchange for their useful things.


    Ye QingHan glanced around. There were very few things useful to him, and there would not be anything here. The divine bird was also lazy.


    "Let''s go to the Inn and restaurant and maybe hear some useful news." ye QingHan looked up at a restaurant. It was very luxurious and large enough to accommodate thousands of people. Those who could enter were either rich or expensive, so the number was not crowded.


    Ye QingHan quickly went up to the second floor with the divine bird, found a position by the window and sat down. You can hear not only the discussion voice in the restaurant, but also the voice in the street.


    Sure enough, people in the restaurant are talking about a topic, that is, the medicine against heaven, Xiantao and jiehuncao.


    "It''s said that there are many strong people dead ahead, and there are many accomplishments of the false world Lord, but no one can enter the blessed earth cave, let alone the top of the boundary tower. Many people are timid and quit the competition. They all watch the play outside, waiting for someone to successfully enter the blessed earth cave, and then compete for the fruit of others."


    "Isn''t it? The outside of the blessed land is more terrible than the inside. Those people are eyeing. Even if they get the treasure and don''t have enough cultivation, they can''t keep it!"


    There are seven or eight people on a table, men and women, whose voices are not low. Maybe they are deliberately scaring people, or they are showing how well they know the news.


    Ye QingHan bowed his head and tasted tea, casually ordered a few dishes, drank alone, and listened carefully to the news of others.