"So, you should just die peacefully." Yi Ming said softly, "Only dead enemies are good enemies..."

"You are looking for death!" Yuan Wushen was furious.

He had been cultivating in Wangshan Sect for more than 20 years. As soon as he entered, he showed extraordinary talent. His cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. He became a disciple of a great elder. Even in Wangshan Sect, he had an extraordinary status. Outside the sect, he was praised everywhere. When had he ever been humiliated like this? "Explode!"

Yuan Wushen roared, and several formation flags that were swaying in the wind and rain due to the impact of the endless black sand exploded instantly. Fierce and domineering spiritual power shock waves quickly swept in all directions, causing the Thousand Sand Grinding Divine Formation to be turbulent.

"luxury!"

The Thousand Sand Grind Divine Formation was Yi Ming's main offensive formation now. In order to avoid it from being destroyed, when Yuan Wushen exploded his formation flags and the Thousand Sand Grind Divine Formation was on the verge of collapse, Yi Ming withdrew the formation with a wave of his hand and put the twenty-eight formation flags into the storage ring.

"Yi Ming, I swear I will not be a human being if I can't kill you with my own hands!" Yuan Wushen said harshly, his spiritual consciousness scattered, and after confirming that there was no other formation, he wanted to leave with the yellow flag.

Just when he was halfway through his thought, Yuan Wushen felt something gently brushing across his neck. He was hurriedly making an oath, but suddenly he couldn't utter a complete sentence and could only make a soft "huh...huh..." sound.

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"Evil cultivator?" Yi Ming smiled. This was the first time someone called him an evil cultivator. "I don't kill people to practice martial arts, so how can I be called an evil cultivator?"

So……

It was also because Yuan Wushen was too confident. He had always protected himself tightly with defensive magic weapons and body-protecting true energy. He never expected that Yi Ming also had the means to use poison. So when his true energy was flowing smoothly, he never thought about checking the situation in his body. That's why he was deeply corroded by the poison gas controlled by Yi Ming. Once it broke out, it would be a rhythm of being poisoned to the point of death.

Then Yuan Wushen died with his eyes open. His empty eyes were filled with confusion, unwillingness, disbelief, resentment, malice, nostalgia and other emotions.

"Don't worry, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the oath I made. However, if my master kills you after knowing this, it has nothing to do with me..."

"snort!"

The person is about to die, so just apologize to him, it won’t cost you a thing.

After he had just finished speaking, he looked up and saw Yi Ming's half-smiley eyes. The fear in Yuan Wushen's heart instantly overwhelmed his hatred for Yi Ming. His attachment to life also occupied his entire mind in an instant, so he knelt on the ground without hesitation, "Friend Yi, Immortal Yi, you are not an evil cultivator. I was wrong. I shouldn't have had any false thoughts about you. I am willing to swear to submit. Please put away your magic and spare my life!"

At this moment, Yuan Wushen, even if he was an ordinary person, could be killed with one sword!

Therefore, Yuan Wushen was certain that Yi Ming would never be able to perform the amazing sword move he had just made again.

Yuan Wushen tried his best to fight against the poisonous gas attacking his heart, and at the same time, he pleaded sincerely with a face full of misery. In his opinion, it would be a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction to let a sect disciple who was previously high and mighty become a dog by his side. No one would refuse such a request! Therefore, Yuan Wushen was fully confident that Yi Ming would agree.

Yi Ming couldn't help but laugh. Did Yuan Wushen forget that he had just smashed his sword, a low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon? Although that sword was unexpected and caught him off guard, it didn't mean that Yi Ming could never create an environment to perform that sword again.

The power of that sword was no less than the full-strength attack of a cultivator in the middle stage of Condensation. Yuan Wushen didn't believe that Yi Ming could strike again with the sword. Even if he could strike again, his true energy would be almost exhausted after that sword, and it would be hard to say who would win or lose by then.

"Using poison to plot secretly, what else can it be but the means of evil cultivation!" Yuan Wushen's face turned pale, and he staggered again after falling to the ground. At this time, he was using all his true energy to fight against the poison gas frantically, and he could hardly stand steadily. In addition, the yellow flag that had just been hanging down above his head also lost its light and fell to the ground with a "click".

Facing Yuan Wushen's innocent eyes that were almost "complaining", Yi Ming chuckled and apologized almost without any regret, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"Poison!" Yuan Wushen's eyes were red with anger, "You actually used poison!"

"What's going on? Have you given up?" Yuan Wushen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Shouldn't this be possible?"

Yi Ming was stunned. This turn was a little too fast and almost broke his slender waist.

"Is there another trap?" Yuan Wushen's spiritual consciousness dispersed and he was about to explore the way ahead, but he suddenly felt powerless. His body could not help but stagger and fell from mid-air.

"How confident are you that you can escape from my hands?"

"You're so smart!" Yi Ming gave Yuan Wushen a thumbs up. Feeling the surging true energy in his body, Yi Ming really wanted to give Yuan Wushen two more sword strikes, but he was afraid that the sharp sword energy would directly strangle Yuan Wushen to death. If that happened, he would have to break his promise to Xiaohua.

Before, Yi Ming found it hard to believe that a person could express so many complex emotions at the same time just by looking at his eyes. But after meeting Yuan Wushen today, he finally believed it.

"Humph! I don't believe you can still use that sword!"

Yuan Wushen was flying, and then he found that Yi Ming was not anxious to stop him.

"Don't worry, I'll swear now!" After Yuan Wushen said this, he started to swear on his own without waiting for Yi Ming's consent, but he was thinking something else in his mind.

"Friend Yi, I was wrong. Please put away the magic. Yuan is willing to surrender!"

"The best actor!"

Yi Ming sighed, then turned around and waved to Xiaohua, "He is yours."

“Whoosh!”

A black and white shadow flashed by and instantly sank into Yuan Wushen's body. Two breaths later, it jumped out again, crossed the void, and coiled around Yi Ming's wrist in a few seconds. It spit out its tongue comfortably, then calmed down and closed its eyes to rest.

Looking at Yuan Wushen's bloodless face, Yi Ming stroked his chin, "Maybe, perhaps, it seems, probably, maybe, I am really an evil cultivator?"

(End of this chapter)