"I have only condensed six thousand soul pills in half a month. Of them, 5,400 are to be handed over. Now you want to collect one thousand pills. Why?" A mid-stage warrior in the Qihai Realm shouted loudly in the crowd.

His soul strength is only comparable to the late stage of the Yuan Realm.

"I don't care how many soul pills you have condensed in the past half month. If you want to hand them over, you will take away all the soul pills on your body and let you be punished by Venerable Fang Yue and Venerable Fang Yue. I believe many people know how painful it will be. Don't you want to try it?"

The person who spoke was a cold middle-aged man with very long hair. Behind him, there were more than a dozen mid-stage Xuanlings in the Four Transformations, who looked fierce.

"Don't bully people too much."

The people on the surface were isolated in this concentration camp, and their strength suppressed too much. Facing these dozen Anlan tribe warriors in the mid-stage Four-Change period, their tone became weaker without realizing it.

"You are the one who bullies you, hurry up, I don't have time to waste time with you."

The cold middle-aged man snorted coldly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

In the end, this person handed over a thousand soul pills, with a sad face. After the cold middle-aged man collected the soul pills, he turned his attention to another person on the surface of the earth again.

"I will not pay any protection fee." This old man in Xuanyi is very backbone, and his soul strength is comparable to that of Xuanling in the early stage of the Four Changes, and his strength is guaranteed.

"court death!"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the cold middle-aged man brought people around him. More than a dozen people took action almost at the same time. The cultivation level of the fourth stage of transformation exploded, and the surging mysterious power turned into a splendid attack, instantly submerging the old man in Xuanyi.

He directly beat the man to a serious injury and fell to the ground and could not move.

"Damn it, if it was in Tianwu Continent, I would be able to slap you to death with just one slap. I'm not willing to give up."

The old man in Xuanyi roared unwillingly. It can be seen that his cultivation level is at the peak of Qihai Realm, and he is only half a step away from advancing to the Yuanji Realm. Now he is shy and angry by these dozen barbarians who are equivalent to the middle stage of Qihai Realm. He fell to the ground seriously injured and fell to the ground. All the soul pills were stolen.

Seeing this scene, the other warriors in the Tianwu Continent all looked tight and they gave up their resistance. The cold middle-aged and others' plundering actions were much smoother at once.

When Ye Jian arrived here, the exploitation was over.

"So many people."

"Hey! I haven't seen you, you are new?" He put away the soul pill he had just received, and the cold middle-aged man noticed Ye Jian directly.

Ye Jian was not surprised, and seemed to know what these people were doing.

"Let your leader come and talk to me."

Immediately, he said calmly.

"Oh, who do you think you are? Leader An Meng can meet you as long as you want?" A group of soldiers from Anlan tribe surrounded him, and the leader was still the cold and long-haired middle-aged man. Even the Platinum warriors surrounded him. Although they were not as arrogant as Anlan tribe, their expressions were not friendly.

"I'll call you the leader for your own good."

Ye Jian surrendered An Shang and found out a lot of the situation from him. The concentration camp was roughly divided into two camps, An Lan and Platinum. Among them, the leader of the An Lan tribe is a master who is a four-change Great Perfection, and is only half a step away from entering the ranks of Venerables. An Meng.

This An Meng is not the most powerful in the concentration camp, but it is indeed the most cruel. He has to exploit some people's soul pills every month.

"Boy, you're looking for death."

Seeing Ye Jian so arrogant, how could An Meng's men, who had always been domineering, bear it? A few swishes, four big men with mid-stage cultivation level jumped out and joined forces to attack Ye Jian.

They wanted to teach Ye Jian a lesson like the old man in black clothes.

Ye Jian didn't need to draw his sword at all, so he slashed it out with a single sword finger.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Even if it was just a sword finger, it was not something that the four of them could bear. They flew up one by one, like a broken sack, and flew backwards.

"sharp!"

"Bow these guys who eat people and don't spit bones to death."

After a while, warriors from the Tianwu Continent surrounded him and saw that Ye Jian could defeat four Anlan tribe warriors in one move, he felt extremely happy.

"Boy, no wonder he is so arrogant. It turns out that he has some tricks." The cold middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light surged. He waved his hand and asked all his subordinates behind him to go up.

"kill!"

"Go to die!"

Each of the underground warriors was rough and barbaric, and the one who could become An Meng's subordinates had the lowest level of cultivation and the lowest level of the four-stage transformation. More than a dozen people with the four-stage transformation and the middle level of cultivation rushed towards Ye Jian fiercely, with a murderous aura.

Unfortunately, Ye Jian's strength is very different from their cultivation level. He is the kind of person who can fight beyond the level, so from the beginning, the result was destined.

Seeing the dozens of people under him vomiting blood and flying backwards, the cold middle-aged man finally became restless. He flashed and punched Ye Jian's Tianling Cap. The sharp fist roared into wind, which could knock a whole mountain into powder, as if he wanted to smash Ye Jian and his head and people. That kind of ruthlessness is hard for ordinary people to reach.

Chih!

The cold middle-aged man's move was fast, and Ye Jian's move was faster. With his arm moving, the top-grade Xuan Sword roared out and pressed against the cold middle-aged man's neck. The golden sword light stretched and contracted. As long as the cold middle-aged man moved a little closer, the sword light would immediately penetrate the throat.

"You are not dead. It's because the rules here do not allow it. It's because I want you to bring a message."

Ye Jian sneered.

The cold middle-aged man left cold sweat on his forehead. Ye Jian's move was too fast, and he didn't see how the other party took action. It was not until a slight chill appeared in the throat that he realized that the other party had taken action. If he hadn't stopped his body in time, he would have died tragically on the spot.

Of course, even if the cold middle-aged man wants to die, Ye Jian will not let him die at his own hands, he is not that stupid.

The top-grade Xuan Jian was retracted, and Ye Jian said: "Let your leader come next time!"

"You will regret it."

He hurriedly took more than ten steps back, the cold middle-aged man took a deep breath and said slowly.

"That depends on whether An Meng is capable enough."

Ye Jian's tone was calm.

"Let's go."

The cold middle-aged man left with his injured subordinates.

This scene completely fell in the eyes of Venerable Fang Yue who appeared at some time. Seeing Ye Jian defeating more than a dozen people in two moves, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ye Jian did not show any concern on his face, but threw the soul pill that had been prepared to the other party directly, then took the antidote from the soul-devouring pill and left without looking back.

"It's interesting, no wonder the Holy Son of Jinyang asked me to take care of him more." It was not until Ye Jian left that two strands of sperm flashed in Venerable Fang Yue's eyes.

"The master is stronger than ten days ago." An Shang was caught in the crowd and looked into the distance with his eyes flashing.

The cave where An Meng lives is very large, and there are no other caves three hundred meters away.

In the hall of the cave, An Meng looked at the cold middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

"You mean that the outsider not only disobeys discipline, but also wants to see me."

"Yes, in addition to that, he also injured our people."

The cold middle-aged man lowered his head.

An Meng's eyes flashed fiercely, "It seems that my reputation is not ruthless enough. Even the newcomer doesn't accept me. That's all."

"I'm ready now, let's kill you now."

"No, I happened to have an enlightenment recently. I feel that I am not far from the Venerable Realm. I will wait until I break through to the Venerable and then unify the entire concentration camp. At that time, I will go there again and I will let him know what regret is."

"Congratulations to the leader!"

...

After Ye Jian returned to the cave, he immediately went into seclusion.

His soul power has reached its fullest and peak in the early stage of the Four Changes, but he found that if he does not have enough energy in heaven and earth, it will be difficult to break through to the middle stage of the Four Changes by just relying on his daily breathing.

"Well, let's slow down first, and convert all the soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness into mysterious power."

He had already obtained the method of fusion of soul power and will from An Shang.

Taking a deep breath, his mind was completely calmed down and sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness. Above the soul golden bead, there was a slight sword light, which was sucking and flashing, and there was no trace of splendor.

This sword light contains endless sharpness.

"The soul rises, the will rise, and the harmony is integrated"

As an ancient mantra was recited, Ye Jian's soul power boiled violently in his sea of ​​consciousness, turning into thousands of threads, spreading throughout his entire sea of ​​consciousness. The soul of the killing sword was trembling, as if it had been summoned, releasing an endless sharp meaning, turning into a trace of black aura, entangled with the soul thread, and as the mantra was recited, it was quickly merged.

Ye Jian clearly felt that the quality of soul power was undergoing earth-shaking changes, becoming tough and extremely sharp, as if carbon was incorporated into cast iron, turning it into steel.

Originally, his sea of ​​consciousness was pure gold, but after the soul power and the sword intent of killing were merged, his sea of ​​consciousness actually turned into black ink, and every trace of soul power seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal clearness.

The place where warriors from the Tianwu Continent live is not far away. An Meng brought a group of people to fly over quickly, and his fierce aura made many people frightened.

"An Meng is here, and this group of outsiders will suffer."

"I don't know how that young man will face it."

"It's so unwise. Our No. 3 concentration camp is only a dozen or a half-step venerables. An Meng is not ranked in the top three, and at least he can be ranked in the top five. Humph, I see what to do this group of outsiders this time."

Everyone was talking.

"Who are you? Sign up!"

Floating in the air, An Meng looked down at Ye Jian and said in a low voice.

"Ye Jingtian, I guess you are An Meng!"

Ye Jian raised his head and said calmly.

"Since you know, don't kneel down and beg for mercy."

Ye Jian smiled coldly, "You are not worthy yet."

"court death!"

An Meng's subordinates were furious.

"Okay, I have courage, but how much courage is, I will make you miserable. An Kui, try how much he has." A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and An Meng said to the cold middle-aged man on the left.

"yes!"

The cold middle-aged An Kui's body moved, one turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight, and eight suddenly transformed into eight real and false phantoms, surrounding Ye Jian.

"The mystery of the wind, no, there is still a trace of the mystery of the shadow."
Chapter completed!