"Not bad."
Feeling this domineering power that could easily blast the saint's head, Ye Jiangnan didn't show much surprise or fear on his face, and just spoke lightly.
Six colors of light shone on his body again, and his whole person was so radiant that the outline of his face was almost invisible.
This overbearing aura hit Ye Jiangnan hard on the head, but passed directly through it, as if it had hit a phantom, without causing even the slightest harm to him.
Ye Jiangnan slowly turned around, and what came into view was a tall, thin man with a fierce look and a pale complexion.
His eyes were glowing red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a ferocious smile. His right hand was wrapped in surging black flames, exuding a terrifying and violent aura.
If it’s not a mandrill, who is it?
"Dark Spirit Scripture?"
Gazing across the black flames on Mandrill's hand, Ye Jiangnan's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he asked slowly, "When did the 'Dark Temple' have such a master?"
"I am not from the Dark Temple."
As the mandrill answered, he slowly raised his right arm, and his spiritual power condensed into a wide flaming giant blade in his palm.
It was clearly formed by the condensation of flames, but the surface of this "God-Slaying" giant blade was black and shiny. Instead of having any heat, there was a faint hint of sharp chill.
"oh?"
Ye Jiangnan was slightly surprised, "Then you are...?"
"I'm your grandpa!"
The ghost mandrill grinned, flashed, and disappeared in an instant.
Almost at the same time, the giant spiritual blade in his hand was less than two inches away from Ye Jiangnan's neck. The speed was simply shocking.
However, he was fast, but Ye Jiangnan was not slow either.
This thousand-year-old demon's body shimmered with light, and he once again activated the power of heaven to escape into the void.
The Demon Mandrill's giant blade whizzed past him, but it cut Lonely, but still failed to cause him even the slightest bit of damage.
At the same time, Ye Jiangnan's right fist, shining with bright red light, hit Demon Mandrill's chest firmly.
"boom!"
The seemingly ferocious and strong mandrill suddenly turned into a stream of light, falling rapidly at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, and landed heavily on the ground, creating a huge crater with a radius of more than ten feet.
From beginning to end, Demon Mandrill couldn't even see his movements clearly.
However, the power of this punch made him grimace his teeth and make him bleed from all his orifices. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he had no idea how many ribs were broken.
"When young people have a little bit of ability, they don't know how much they weigh."
After punching Gui Mandrill down with one punch, Ye Jiangnan's expression did not change much. As if he had done something inconspicuous, he said lightly, "There are some existences that you cannot provoke."
As he spoke, he raised his right index finger and slowly pointed it in the direction of the mandrill.
However, the next scene made his pupils dilate rapidly, and his face showed a rare look of surprise.
The mandrill's eyes suddenly turned red, two sharp fangs protruded from the corners of its mouth, and its huge black wings stretched out from behind, almost covering half of the sky.
An indescribable ferocity surged out of him, filling the world between heaven and earth. Black flames intertwined with violent killing intent, enough to arouse fear and despair in anyone's heart.
At this moment, he is no longer a human being, but a demon from the abyss, as if he wants to bring endless killing and disaster to the world.
"Devil's body!"
Witnessing the whole process of Ghost Mandrill's transformation, Ye Jiangnan's eyes were filled with brilliance. He couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, "Black Wing's physique is actually in you. It seems that what I expected is right. Xuantian's treasured mirror has indeed fallen."
In the hands of Piaohua Palace."
"I underestimated you just now."
Ghost Mandrill's devil-like body slowly floated up, confronting Ye Jiangnan from a distance, his voice extremely cold, "Let's do it again!"
"Why bother? If you do it a hundred times, you won't be..."
Before Ye Jiangnan could finish his sentence, Demon Mandrill's flaming fist appeared in front of him.
The speed of this blow was more than three times faster than before, almost comparable to teleportation. However, Ye Jiangnan still reacted in time. The body shining with six colors of light instantly became blurred, allowing the ghost mandrill's fist to penetrate through.
No collision occurred.
At the same time, he used the power of space to easily dodge the blow with a backhand palm, hitting Demon Mandrill's vest hard. The palm of his hand shone bright red, light yellow and dark black at the same time.
A seemingly simple palm actually contains the power of the three six paths of humanity, asura path and hungry ghost path.
Such a powerful and impeccable palm did not arouse the slightest momentum.
Under the ultimate control of the power of humanity, Ye Jiangnan's power was all contained in the palm of his hand without any leakage.
After receiving such a slap, even though Gui Mandrill's physical fitness was astonishing, he would probably be seriously injured, vomit blood, or even die.
However, the imaginary touch did not appear.
Ye Jiangnan turned around suddenly, only to find that a terrifying giant dragon covered in black flames and with a body that could cover the sky and the sun had appeared behind him at some point.
"boom!"
The black dragon's eyes were red, breathing flames from its mouth, and with a terrifying aura that could destroy the world, it slammed into Ye Jiangnan's palm. The violent sound was deafening, and the violent black flames swallowed him up instantly.
After a while, Ye Jiangnan stumbled out of the flames, green smoke rising from all over his body, and spots of charred black appeared on the surface of his gorgeous silver-white hair.
He reached out to pat away the flames at the corner of his clothes, and was just about to deal with his hair. The moment he raised his head, he suddenly discovered that another mighty and domineering black fire dragon had quietly appeared in front of him at some point.
"boom!"
Before he could be surprised, his body was swallowed by the fire dragon again, and the black flames became more intense, almost covering half of the sky.
"You just said there are some people you can't mess with?"
The mandrill stared at the blazing black flames, with a contemptuous smile on his devilishly pale face, and licked his lips lightly with his tongue. A fierce and excited light shone in his red eyes, "Could he be saying
Yourself?"
"I never thought that the 'Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill' could exert such power in your hands."
In the firelight, Ye Jiangnan's calm voice suddenly came out, "This kind of talent is probably better than the Dark Flame Dragon God from ten thousand years ago."
Then, a radiant figure slowly walked out from the flames, with a tall and straight figure and flying white hair. Who else could it be if it wasn't Ye Jiangnan?
At this time, his expression was calm, his face was calm, and his whole body was intact, with no sign of injury at all.
One of the most powerful skills of the "Dark Temple", the Soul-Eating Flame Dragon Kill, seemed to be unable to cause him any harm.
"Not dead?"
Seeing that he was safe and sound, Ghost Mandrill, instead of being discouraged, was in high spirits and smiled happily, "Very good, I just felt unhappy!"
While he was talking, three huge black dragons appeared silently behind Ye Jiangnan. At the same time, they opened their bloody mouths and bit him fiercely.
"The same trick cannot work twice."
Ye Jiangnan smiled faintly, and two rays of bright light suddenly shot out from his golden pupils, covering the whole body in a 360-degree range.
Then, he flexibly turned his body sideways, left, right, and left again, easily dodging the attack of the three giant dragons. With his skillful steps, he seemed to know the black dragon's movements well.
Just when he thought he had perfectly avoided the demonic mandrill's attack, the three black dragons that had already passed by him suddenly turned around and pounced on him again.
"Huh?"
This move of the dragon raising its head was obviously beyond Ye Jiangnan's expectation. He let out a soft cry, and before he could dodge, he was hit by three fire dragons. The violent black flames swept the world and swallowed him up again.
Seemingly knowing that the three fire dragons alone could not completely defeat this ten thousand-year-old demon, before the flames dissipated, Ghost Mandrill had already raised his giant spiritual blade and slashed towards Ye Jiangnan's position in the flames.
The strong wind whipped up by the blade blew the flames to both sides, revealing the figure with flowing white hair and shining light inside.
The extremely sharp giant blade struck the shadow without any feeling, but penetrated directly through it.
At the same time, Ye Jiangnan suddenly raised his arm, his palm shining with three colors: bright red, light yellow and dark black, and grabbed the mandrill's throat with lightning speed.
Hooked!
The corner of Ghost Mandrill's mouth was slightly raised, his eyes were shining brightly, he let go of his right palm decisively, and the giant spiritual blade flew out of his hand, and he didn't know where he was going.
His freed right hand clenched into a fist, releasing an unparalleled black flame and fiercely striking Ye Jiangnan's palm.
It turned out that he had long expected that Ye Jiangnan would rely on the power of space to dodge the sword, and then turn into a physical entity to fight back. He was actually ready to abandon the weapon and face the enemy with his bare hands.
And Ye Jiangnan's response was completely within his calculation.
This punch has been filled with his lifelong spiritual power. With the blessing of the devil's body, it is extremely powerful and domineering.
However, the two fists collided together, and the smile on Ghost Mandrill's face disappeared instantly.
This chapter has been completed!