"The darkness has no boundaries, the dark swamp!"
The rippling black ripples, like a black tide, instantly swept in all directions at a terrifying speed, blackening the entire void and turning the void into a black swamp.
The figure that was originally hidden in the void was swept by the black ripples, swept up by the black tide, and contaminated with the aura of the black tide, and was immediately exposed, unable to escape.
On the top of the peak, Ye Wuchang turned into a black tide, rolled up the demon-sealing sword hanging upside down in the sky, and headed towards Wu Feng to kill him like a dark monarch with unparalleled power.
Wu Feng suddenly felt horrified, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were full of shock. He never thought that a current monk and a follower of Wang Teng could possess such terrifying means.
Not only did he neutralize his fatal sword, but he also forced himself to manifest his body at this moment.
The black tide surged, turning the entire void into a swamp. His breath-containing concealment method could not be used in such an environment.
As an assassin, he is unable to use concealment methods and is completely exposed to the enemy's sight. No one knows what this means better than him.
If he hadn't seen Ye Wuchang's methods and hadn't felt the terrifying power exuding from Ye Wuchang at this moment, maybe he wouldn't be afraid even if he faced Ye Wuchang head-on. ??
Because he has mastered ancient techniques, even if he is not good at frontal combat, he is not something that ordinary monks of this generation can contend with.
However, at this moment, from the means and power displayed by Ye Wuchang, he knew that he would never be his opponent in a head-on confrontation.
Without saying a word, he turned around and left, wanting to escape from this place.
However, being trapped in the void swamp and being swept up in the dark tide of darkness, how can it be so easy to escape?
In just an instant, Ye Wuchang enveloped Wu Feng with the boundless power of darkness, like a dark monarch.
In front of him, the Demon-Sealing Sword in his hand has been promoted to the level of a supreme Taoist weapon, and has been integrated with the ancient rules and order. At this moment, he swung the sword.
The world has turned into black and white.
The black sword light tore through the pale void scroll and struck Wu Feng, as if the red paint had been knocked over, and blood splashed out, killing people like a painting.
The black power surged and condensed into Ye Wuchang's body behind Wu Feng. The demon-sealing sword in his hand surrounded the dark power, and blood dripped from it.
Wu Feng's pupils trembled. He couldn't believe that a monk in this world who looked like an ant or a mustard in his eyes could have such great strength.
This kind of strength, in the era of emperors, was enough to respect the younger generation.
The genius who is at the peak of the Saint Son level may be nothing more than a joke in front of him.
He didn't understand why there were such terrifying evil geniuses in this declining cultivation environment.
He even didn't understand why such a peerless evildoer would be willing to be a follower of others.
Through Ye Wuchang, he seemed to see Wang Teng behind him, who must be an even more terrifying monster.
The words of the blood-clothed sect leader floated in his ears: "They are just a few little shrimps. If you are asked to kill them, they are overkill."
The corner of his mouth twitched: "Master...save me!"
"puff!"
The next moment, his body exploded and turned into a bright red blood mist, rolling in the void.
"Impermanence!"
And at this moment.
Ye Qianzhong finally rushed up and saw Ye Wuchang who had "resurrected from the dead"
, Ye Qianzhong wiped his eyes, punched Ye Wuchang in the chest, and cursed: "Damn, you're not dead, you bitch, I'm so happy for nothing."
Ye Wuchang glanced at him with disdain and said, "I think I saw someone crying."
"fart!"
"Who the hell is crying? Feng Da is confused, you know nothing!" ??
Ye Qianzhong immediately cursed after hearing this.
Then he looked at the other figures manifested by the black tide, and suddenly became angry: "Damn it, these guys from the Blood Clothes Sect, we haven't gone to find them to settle matters, and they actually dare to provoke us!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qianzhong turned into a blazing sun, like a god coming down to earth, holding the sun seal with his hand, and headed towards the killers.
Although the genius assassins of the Blood Clothes Sect are not too close to here, the black tide that erupted overnight and the black ripples in the space still showed their figures.
At this moment, several people were shocked by Wu Feng's death. When they saw Ye Qianzhong coming to kill him, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all fled into the void, not daring to compete head-on with him.
Wu Feng was killed by Ye Wuchang face to face.
But at this moment, Ye Qianzhong dared to take the initiative to kill them, and his power was so astonishing. Naturally, they no longer dared to treat Ye Qianzhong as an ordinary monk in this world, and they did not dare to confront him head-on.
"If you dare to sneak attack my brother, I will kill you!"
Ye Qianzhong looked extremely violent at this moment, even though it was Wu Feng who took action just now, not the few people in front of him.
But these assassins in front of them are obviously members of the Blood Clothes Sect. They are all of the same kind and share the same hatred.
"Pure Yang is immortal, Cang Sun Divine Seal!"
The palm print in his hand was blazing, and he pressed his palm directly into the void, and a blazing terrifying power instantly
break out.
The Taoism passed down by Ye Qianzhong was also in full bloom at this moment, and the sun's seal crossed the sky, melting the void.
The few figures who escaped into the void because the black tide receded screamed in agony, but were forced out by the fiery power.
"Annihilation!"
Ye Qianzhong's whole body was shrouded in blazing light, and his hair was dancing wildly, like a god. The seals in his palms changed, and with a sudden grab, the sky enveloped those figures, and finally exploded.
The endless white light is in sharp contrast to the impermanent "darkness" of the night.
The white light was like a scroll, and a few blood flowers suddenly bloomed, but they were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.
The void collapsed and roared.
The assassin whose figure was exposed was no different from the monk, so naturally he could not stop Ye Qianzhong's killing spree.
After crushing and killing all these assassins, Ye Qianzhong calmed down and took back his magical powers.
In the distance, there were streaks of divine rainbows shooting out. Sensing the movement here, they rushed over quickly.
"Impermanence, Qian Zhong, what happened?"
Zhou Song and others rushed in from all directions. Feeling the power fluctuations here and the faint smell of blood in the void, they spoke one after another.
"Wuchang was just attacked and killed by an assassin from the Blood Clothes Sect."
Ye Qianzhong said with a gloomy face.
"What? Wu Chang was assassinated by the Bloody Clothes Sect?"
After hearing Ye Qianzhong's words, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Feeling the concerned eyes of everyone, Ye Wuchang spoke with a calm expression, as if he didn't care about the previous attack at all, like an outsider, as if the attack just now had nothing to do with him.
