Rebirth of the Supreme Evil Emperor

"Jiang, this is Minzhou!" "It's not a place where you can behave atrociously."

Old man Qi slammed his hand on the table. His beard stood on end as if he was enraged.

The moment he said this, the ten armored guards standing behind him immediately surrounded him, glaring at Grandmaster Jiang and the others like tigers stalking their prey.

Seeing this, Zhu Zheng's face changed drastically as he became extremely alert in his heart.

Boss Gao, who was known as the one entrusted with selling magical artifacts in the Xiangzhou area, was so frightened that his entire body went limp and he slid down from his seat. He was only invited by Zhu Zheng to act, he never said he would lose his life!

"Hur hur."

Great Master Jiang did not care about the armored guards surrounding him. Instead, he said darkly to Ye Qing, "Boy, you've ruined my plans. How can I let you off?"

With that, Master Jiang took out a small black jar from his sleeve.

"Didn't you say that this Eight Trigrams Disc isn't a magical equipment? And look at this? "

After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened the lid and a gust of cold wind rushed out from the pot.

Black wind swept through the hall, the people who were hit felt as if a cold wind was blowing into their bones, the blood in their entire bodies was about to be frozen, and the temperature of the entire hall suddenly dropped, frost faintly appeared.

"Kid Ye, come and see my treasure!"

A sinister smile appeared on Grandmaster Jiang's face.

"Come out!"

Just as he finished speaking, a cloud of black fog flew out from the small clay pot.

This mass of black mist would occasionally gather together, then disperse to form more than a hundred distorted human faces.

In just a split-second, the armored guards surrounding Grandmaster Jiang's group fell to the ground one after another after being penetrated by the distorted black fog faces.

The ten guards' complexions had all turned ashen, as if all their vitality had been sucked out of them. Lying on the ground, their eyes were wide open, mouths agape, and their hands were frantically grabbing at their throats.

"Help!"

Seeing such a terrifying scene, those famous and powerful nobles were already scared out of their wits, no longer having the same domineering attitude as before.

They scrambled to hide behind the guards and guards they had brought with them, trembling in fear.

As for the guards and guards who carried blades in their hands, they were mostly soldiers who had fought on the battlefield and were experienced in bloodshed. There were even some who were close to being able to participate in the Imperial City Martial Arts Competition, yet they were recruited with a lot of money.

But when had they ever seen such a scene? The cold wind howled as the demonic ghosts danced in the air. They were not something that a human could contend against. He was also frightened to the point that his face turned ghastly pale. His body froze on the spot. He couldn't move forward, nor could he retreat.

"This, this is the Ghost Controlling Technique?" Master Qi was filled with shock. "After cultivating into the Dao, it really was just like the records in the ancient records. To be able to control the air and summon the rain, to drive the spirits to control the spirits … I actually saw such a technique in my lifetime. I die without any regrets."

As he spoke, he shook his head. His face was filled with despondency, and he had no thoughts of resisting.

"Not bad, you actually recognized my technique." Grandmaster Jiang nodded proudly.

He glanced around, pleased with the fear in everyone's eyes.

However, when he discovered that Ye Qing was still sitting there leisurely drinking tea, he could not help but become enraged and sternly said, "Brat, aren't you afraid?"

Not only him, even Zhu Zheng, Old Fan, and the others all looked at Ye Qing as if he were an idiot.

'This is a powerful figure who can control ghosts and gods. He took the lives of ten armored guards in an instant. It's not something a human can contend with. He's not afraid at all. Can it be that he's an idiot? '