Hearing this, Ye Shaohan waved his sword finger again. The moment the sword finger touched down, hundreds of thousands of sword leaves drew perfect arcs and shot out in all directions, once again bringing out eye-catching streaks of blood.
Life was flowing in the void, and Fire Qilin grabbed it with his right hand again, not wasting a trace of life.
The sword leaves fell straight down one after another. More than fifty strands of will were stirring in the void, and the ice swords and sword leaves were constantly impacted and shattered one by one.
Ice shards filled the sky, and more than fifty figures danced wildly in the wind and snow, looming.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly: "This is the ultimate level of magical power Bing Jue. If you break through the Spirit Emperor realm, this magical power should be even stronger!"
"The more terrifying a warrior's control over the rules is, the stronger he will be after entering the second level of the Spirit Emperor!"
"Control the rules and dominate everything in your own field!" Huo Qilin nodded, his eyes full of amazement. He did not expect that Ye Shaohan had made such great progress during the year he was sleeping.
Bang bang! Fatty Xiao and Zhang Ming also came to Ye Shaohan's side.
"You come here on time every time!" Fatty Xiao chuckled after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled helplessly and said: "There was an accident when entering the underground palace, otherwise, I would have rushed back!"
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked forward with a somewhat solemn gaze. Ahead, the figure of Yan Chen swayed in the cold wind, perfectly avoiding the sword leaves and ice swords that were shot backwards every time.
Even relying on the chaotic situation, Yan Chen's figure unknowingly approached the ice layer, and his fist with the force of destruction fell on the ice layer, causing the hundreds of feet of ice to shake.
"Deal with this guy first, then, this guy is the cause of all the troubles!" Ye Shaohan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward in vain, heading straight for the smoke. Ye Shaohan's steps were not fast, but every time he stepped down, there was a violent surge around him.
The turbulent flow of sword energy disappeared one after another, becoming unstoppable. Yanchen, who was destroying the ice with all his strength, noticed something, suddenly raised his head, turned around, and looked at Ye Shaohan who came through the air with a somewhat solemn expression.
"I have to admit that I made a mistake today!" Yan Chen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and pretended to be calm: "But, Blood Prison Emperor, I said you can't keep me!"
Puff! Yan Chen's expression became extremely ferocious in vain, and there was even a hint of blood red in his clear eyes.
His face turned pale, the aura on Yan Chen's body surged in vain, and an invisible flame appeared in his mind. This invisible flame wrapped around his soul, burning crazily, burning the power of his soul!
Facing the powerful Ye Shaohan, Yan Chen knew that today he was defeated, completely defeated, and even had a chance of falling. He had a narrow escape, and the only chance of survival was to burn the power of his soul in exchange for an instant surge in strength, shattering the ice.
, broke through the siege of Ye Shaohan and others.
The power of burning the soul not only severely damages the soul, but even regresses the cultivation level, but it can exchange for a glimmer of life, which is all worth it.
As his soul burned, the heart-rending pain flooded Yan Chen's whole body, and his whole body looked even more ferocious.
The smoke and dust that had skyrocketed in cultivation were approaching the second level of the Spirit Emperor, and his whole body was filled with an extremely violent aura.
"Break it for me!" Yan Chen roared out, roaring out, straight into the sky, and its thrilling aura attracted the attention of all the warriors. The hell warriors were all shocked. They did not expect that Yan Chen would be so crazy.
Nine phantoms of dragons are entangled around Yanchen's right arm. These dragons have become substantial, and their will is flowing between them.
"Nine dragons break the sky! Break it for me!" After burning his soul, Yan Chen's punch was so terrifying that the world was darkened before it, except for Yan Chen's mighty punch.
Nine dragons broke through the void and tore apart the ice rules flowing on the ice. Bang!
Yan Chen struck with a punch, and the ice layer of 100 feet shook crazily, with cracks spreading out on it. The moment Yan Chen landed his second punch, the ice layer of 100 feet suddenly shattered, and the sea of fire from 100 feet away came towards this place again.
Come.
The ice layer was submerged in the sea of fire, and its ice cubes melted away quickly. After destroying the hundred-foot ice layer, Yan Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The ice layer was like a shackle. Once it was destroyed, he would no longer be restrained.
The momentum increased again, and Yan Chen roared out. The roar was earth-shattering. At the same time, the spiritual energy in Yan Chen's body surged wildly. He took a step forward, but at this moment, a dull voice made Yan Chen feel like he was in an ice cellar: "
Did I let you go?"
Cold sweat dripped down Yanchen's cheeks. Yanchen realized a very serious problem. When he destroyed the ice layer before, why didn't that guy stop him?
Ding! A clear sword chant sounded, ripples in the void in front of the smoke spread out, and Ye Shaohan dressed in white clothes made a hunting sound as he stepped out.
"The power of burning souls is infinitely close to the second level peak of the Spiritual Emperor. Even so, the spiritual energy has only become thicker!" The snowflakes rolled back, and Ye Shaohan's voice was filled with a biting chill.
"The most direct way to destroy a person's will is to first give him hope, and then make him feel endless despair!" Ye Shaohan took a few steps forward, his thin figure blocking the path of the smoke, and Ye Shaohan smiled half-heartedly.
Looking at the smoke.
"Despair?" Yan Chen's expression was extremely ferocious. While accepting this surge in cultivation, he was also suffering from inhuman pain all the time, and his clear eyes had turned blood red: "Get out of my way, I want to leave, who can
It can’t be stopped!”
At this moment, Yan Chen also burst out with swear words. He punched again, and nine dragons that were several feet in diameter were circling around. A bit of cold light burst out from his fist, illuminating the entire world, like an exploding sun, shining brightly.
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"Those who have not mastered the domain are still warriors of the first level of the Spirit Emperor. Quantitative changes do not lead to qualitative changes. Ha, I will send you to reincarnation!" Ye Shaohan looked calm and looked at the nine roaring dragons indifferently, as well as the continuously enlarging
fist.
The mark of killing circulated between Ye Shaohan's eyebrows, and a figure emerged in front of Ye Shaohan, wearing a black robe and white hair, and a body of killing.
The biting killing intent merged into the cold wind that was blowing away. As his long hair danced wildly, Ye Shaohan took a step forward. His figure and the killing body completely overlapped, and his aura surged.
"Two breaths of time is enough!" The extremely violent dragon arrived in an instant, and its fist filled with cold light brought up waves of space. Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung his right hand forward with the same punch.
came out, the roar echoed, and its clusters of silver and enchanting reincarnation flames circled around Ye Shaohan's fist. As the will filled the air, its reincarnation flames suddenly transformed into the phantom of a Suzaku spreading its wings and about to fly, and the terrifying flame rules circulated in
Inside, this punch is very similar to Yanchen, but the rules are different. Yanchen condenses into a dragon according to the rules of ice, and Ye Shaohan condenses into a Suzaku shadow according to the rules of fire. The flames of reincarnation are churning, like a bursting volcano, full of power.
"How can this guy know my magical power!" Yan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of shock in his blood-red eyes: "No, it's not my magical power, he just looks like it, not the real magical power!"
Bang! The nine roaring dragons were drowned by the flames, and the phantom of the Suzaku spun around.
Bang! Two fists came in an instant and collided together. A loud roar sounded at this moment, shaking the earth and the earth. Yanchen's body flew backwards like a falling star, blood surged wildly, and his right arm was filled with blood mist.
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A look of horror overwhelmed Yanchen's eyes, and his right arm felt numb, and he even lost consciousness.
"One breath, one more breath!" Ye Shaohan's figure didn't stop at all, and went straight towards the smoke, spanning dozens of feet in one step, and reached the front of the smoke in an instant.
This overly young face kept enlarging in Yanchen's eyes. Yanchen's scalp was numb and he exclaimed: "Everyone, give me a helping hand!"
But there was deathly silence all around, and most of the hell warriors dispersed in all directions at this moment, busy running for their lives, and they had no time to pay attention to the smoke and dust.
"Let's reincarnate!" A dazzling brilliance emerged in Yan Chen's eyes, even drowning Yan Chen's figure.
The Qilin Sword quietly appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan raised the sword, an extremely simple sword.
The heaven and earth roared, and the heaven and earth lost their original colors and became dim in front of this sword. This sword light descended crazily, forming a monstrous coercion that tightly locked the smoke and dust.
The bright sword light brought with it the sharp sound of breaking wind, roaring in and drowning the figure of Yan Chen.
Boom! The world seemed to tremble at this moment, and countless pressures from heaven and earth gathered together.
Blood mist filled the air, and Yan Chen's body collapsed, like tens of thousands of sword shadows passing through.
As flesh and blood flew, a cold wind swept in, blowing away the blood mist. The blood mist dissipated, and a dim soul emerged from it.
His breath was weak, and a strong look of fear flowed in Yanchen's eyes, and his body was trembling slightly.
Ye Shaohan looked at the smoke with a somewhat indifferent expression, and grabbed it forward with his left hand. The terrifying pressure flowed between his five fingers, hissing, and the reincarnation flames rose even more.
"Ah!" A scream sounded, and Yan Chen's soul was directly grabbed by Ye Shaohan. Its terrifying reincarnation flames merged into his soul, erasing his sanity.
After transforming into a body of killing, Ye Shaohan skillfully controlled the flames of reincarnation. As his five fingers jumped, the flames of reincarnation swirled around.
After just a few breaths, Yanchen's screams gradually subsided until they dissipated.
The breath of smoke and dust completely dissipated, and the sanity in the soul was completely wiped away by Ye Shaohan.
After sealing the spirit emperor's soul, Ye Shaohan put it into the Qilin Necklace, turned around, and looked at the people fighting in the distance with a somewhat indifferent expression.
The hundred-foot layer of ice shattered, and the surrounding world returned to normal. Most of the hell warriors ran towards the sky desperately in an attempt to escape.
However, Xianxu and the others held him back tightly, preventing the hell warrior from taking even half a step forward.
The hell warriors all had blood-red eyes, and the death of Yanchen also stimulated them. Each of them burned the power of their soul crazily in exchange for temporary strength.