Fantasy: After the system commits suicide, I am invincible

Ye Jijie walked into the courtyard and saw the astonishing scene in the courtyard, she was too frightened to move.

courtyard.

Qin Ming took a wooden stick, stuck it straight into the soil, tied the head of the White Snake King to the top, pulled the tail of the White Snake King with one hand, and held a fruit knife in the other, ready to peel off the skin.

The red and white monkeys next to him were very excited and watched his actions with relish.

Senior really want to kill the Supreme White Snake King to make soup?
Seeing this picture, she covered her small mouth with her hands, her eyes flickered with strange colors.

It takes an unknown number of years of practice for a strong person in the Supreme Realm to reach it.

This kind of existence, even if walking on the ancient battlefield, is still a famous figure.

As a subordinate, the collective combat power will definitely soar, and attacking and killing super-class forces can play a leading role.

But the senior actually planned to stew such a powerful White Snake King?
Such a waste!

Ye Jijie walked over, intending to save the White Snake King no matter what, it is really hard to find a strong man in the Supreme Realm!
"senior!"

Just when Qin Ming raised his hand to move the knife, Ye Jijie's voice came from behind him, he stopped his hand to move the knife, and looked at her strangely.

"Kanju, what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Jigeng stood beside the white snake and said seriously: "Senior, are you really planning to stew the white snake?"

"Yeah, I've been quite tired lately, and I'm going to drink soup to make up for it." Qin Ming smiled at her with his snow-white teeth showing.

Tired?

Make up?

Hearing these words, he understood that this was a joke of the senior. How could the body be tired after cultivation to the level of the senior?
Unless there is a peerless war, let alone fatigue, even breathing, it is impossible for the seniors to happen.

What is the elder implying?
Falling into deep thought, Ye Jugen looked at the excited red and white monkeys, and then at Qin Ming.

He still looked casual, and was not moved by killing a White Snake King of the Supreme Realm. It can be imagined that in the past, the seniors must have killed many creatures of the Supreme Realm, or killed higher-level existences.

Just now so indifferent!

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Ye Kikyo thought deeply: Perhaps, the senior was conveying that the Supreme Realm powerhouses are nothing in his eyes, and the reason why he wanted to kill the Supreme Realm White Snake King at this time must be to remind me that the Supreme Realm is not worth it. It's the pinnacle!

Hey Hey hey!
Don't give up, don't show that expression that I understand!Quickly persuade him!Otherwise, my life as a snake will be over!
The White Snake King looked at Ye Jugen with tears in his eyes, and was terrified. Just now, if Ye Jujie hadn't dissuaded him, it would have been a dead soul in the hands of this mortal.

At this moment, all hopes are pinned on Ye Jijie, hoping to get her help!
"Huh? Can snakes cry too? It's so strange!" Qin Ming put away the knife in wonder, and said speechlessly.

Hearing this, there was an expression of soberness in Ye Jigeng's eyes.

Seniors mean
"Senior, since this snake is so spiritual, how about keeping it as a pet? Anyway, snakes can also help the plants in the yard get rid of rodents." She took a serious look at the white snake, then looked at Qin Ming, and said .

"Is that so?" Qin Ming scratched the back of his head, obviously hesitating.

"Master, keep it as a pet." Hong Hong jumped up excitedly and joined the persuasion camp.

The white monkey was also jumping happily and excitedly, as if it also wanted to raise a white snake.

Seeing that everyone said that, Qin Ming stroked his chin, looked at the white snake, and fell into deep thought.

The White Snake burst into tears even more, and really hoped that Qin Ming would let him go, even if he was an ox or a horse, catching mice and hoeing the ground, it would be willing!

"Ok."

Qin Ming thought for several minutes, finally sighed, and did not intend to kill the snake anymore.

"By the way, this snake is not poisonous, is it? If it bites someone, it will be fine! You must pull out your teeth!" As he said, he found pliers and forcibly pulled out the white snake's teeth.

Although the white snake was in pain, it didn't dare to make a sound. If it could save its life, even if it lost two teeth, it would be nothing.

"Okay, let's play."

After pulling out his teeth and untying the rope, Qin Ming patted the snake's head and put it on the ground.

The White Snake King bent and crawled on the ground in humiliation, without daring to turn his head, he crawled towards the vegetable garden tremblingly.

Night falls.

Qin Ming went to prepare dinner. Now there are three people plus a monkey, so the food portion needs to be increased.

Magic City.

The forces behind the Tongmo Sect, since the Tongmo Sect was destroyed, the Demon City has sent many strong men to investigate, and even the Demon City Commander has personally participated in the battle.

However, this time when the Grand Commander came back, his whole body's tendons were severed, his spiritual power was disordered, and his life was in danger.

In the huge dark room, a middle-aged man looked at the dying commander on the bed, his eyes flickered with anger.

"Who the hell! How dare you hurt the commander so far!"

Next to him, a young man saluted with a trembling body, and said in a trembling voice: "Report to Guardian Zuo, the commander is looking for a house in the ancient battlefield!"

"At that time, I followed the commander's instructions and waited outside the ancient battlefield, but what I waited for was the commander who was severely injured and flew out."

After listening to these narrations, the magical aura rippling from Guardian Zuo became more intense, and his murderous intent became colder.

"The ancient battlefield, the house?"

"Is there anyone living there?"

"Even the half-step leader of the Supreme Realm is no match for that person! Perhaps, there is a Supreme Realm expert in the house! Perhaps, there are more than one!"

Guardian Zuo, who was talking to himself, turned and walked out of the room with a solemn expression, leaving behind a sentence.

"Give me an order to ask the ghost doctor to treat the commander."

After speaking, he left.

Walking in the secluded corridor, Guardian Zuo was thinking about something.

What kind of existence is there in that house?
How many stars does the Supreme Realm have?

Shall I go check it out?never mind!Or report it to the Demon Lord.

After some analysis, Guardian Zuo went straight to the end of the corridor, and came to a Mosu Temple with turbulent magic energy.

The Mosu Palace, the palace where the demon lord used to sleep, was guarded by countless strong men and defended by many magic formations.

Even if it is a strong person in the Supreme Realm, it is impossible to forcefully break through!There is only one way to die!
Zuo Hufa half-kneeled on the ground, bowed his head to salute Mosu Hall, and said respectfully: "My subordinate Zuo Hu begged to see the Demon Lord."

As soon as these words came out, the gate of Mosu Hall trembled, and a black light flickered.

After a long time, a word came out.

"come in."

The voice fell, and the door of Mosu Hall opened.

The simple and dark atmosphere permeated the surroundings, covering Zuo Hufa. He was not afraid, but was shocked.

This breath, compared to the last time he came, was stronger and more profound, and he couldn't see through it.

The cultivation base of the Demon Lord is even more unpredictable!
I believe that soon, the whole world will submit to the devil's feet!
Follow the magic energy and walk into the Mosu Hall.

Pass through the dark space and come to a hall.

The entire hall is very large, thousands of meters wide, with hundreds of stone pillars supporting an indeterminately high ceiling, surrounded by a lot of aura, as if countless strong men are hidden.

top.

A throne made of stones sits there, as if it has experienced countless years, with traces of vicissitudes.

A pitch-black light descended from the sky above the throne, and a figure gradually condensed.