Chapter 232 The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji Family: Im kidding
The Heavens Begin from Liuyuecheng Chapter 232 The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji Family: I’m kidding
"To deal with it, you cannot use the power of space." Ji Haoyue knew clearly in her heart that using the secret technique of the void would only help this little demon.
"The bright moon rises on the sea!" Ji Haoyue's whole body bloomed with the divine king's treasure, a blue sea emerged, and the bright moon slowly rose.
The bright moon pressed forward, and he himself moved his hands, evolving the trajectory of the avenue. Wind and thunder exploded, lightning flashed and thunder, just like the lower realm of the god king, shook the sky, and was terrifying.
Some guests originally looked down upon Ji Haoyue because he was crushed by a small beast, but now they were shocked.
"The Ji family's divine king body has gone its own way."
"The combination of the divine king's body, the ancient vision, and the Void Emperor's Sutra is truly terrifying."
Si Ming looked up to the sky and howled, his whole body bursting with the power of warding off evil spirits like thunder.
The power to ward off evil was called the power to destroy evil and the power of light in the original world, but its essence is to devour and purify. It was only because it was always hostile to the demons that it was passed down as the power to destroy evil.
At this moment, the power to ward off evil is like thousands of thunders rushing towards the bright moon, and it actually breaks down and purifies the moon that is pressing down on it.
Not only that, but demonic energy as thick as thick ink spread all over Si Ming's body. With the demonic energy filling his body, the evil-repelling true body strengthened again and crashed directly towards Ji Haoyue.
boom!
One man and one beast clashed fiercely, extremely powerful air waves swayed in all directions, various ripples appeared in the sky in all directions, and the mountains below flew up like paper lakes and collapsed in the air.
Dust mist filled the sky, and a man and an animal flew out of the dust at the same time, and rushed towards each other without saying a word.
Ji Haoyue has completely forgotten the opponent's identity at this moment, and is completely immersed in the battle. She is wearing purple clothes, black hair is dancing wildly, and the ancient mirror shines in all directions, shattering the sky, causing the spirits of everyone around her to tremble faintly, retreating again and again.
retreat.
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Siming also aroused the fighting spirit in his blood. Every evil-proofing royal family is extremely warlike. Only souls that kill extremely hard can suppress the ferocity in their blood.
Under the stimulation of demonic energy, the killing in the soul and the ferocity in the blood gradually merged.
Everyone was shocked to realize that the little beast behaved very immaturely at the beginning, but as time went by, its momentum actually surpassed Ji Haoyue's head. It was like a mad army that fought a hundred battles, fighting fiercely without fear of death, with every move and every move.
He was so cruel as to exchange injuries with Ji Haoyue.
Some of the female monks who were attracted by the cute appearance of the little demon were so shocked that they could not speak. It was difficult for them to connect the ferocious beast in front of them with the cute little demon before the war.
In the distance, Ye Fan came carrying a small bronze coffin. It was quite difficult, and every step he took left a footprint in the void.
He was already prepared to be laughed at by others, but he didn't even see a single person along the way, and the disciples of the Ji family who were welcoming guests were nowhere to be seen.
At this time, a thunderous roar suddenly came from ahead.
"Is there someone fighting?" Ye Fan frowned slightly. Today was the day when he and Wang Teng would fight to the death. Logically speaking, no one should make trouble at this time.
"Unless, someone is pretending to be me!" Ye Fan's face turned dark, and he subconsciously thought of some fat man who had a history of impersonating him.
Thinking that Duan De, that damn fat man, might do something in his face, Ye Fan's heavy steps became much faster.
Arriving on a fairy mountain, Ye Fan finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.
Ji Haoyue was lying on the ground with her clothes disheveled, her eyes blank, as if she had experienced an inhumane ravage.
A little beast jumped up and down on him happily, showing off its power.
The surrounding Ji family disciples were in despair and their morale was low.
Ye Fan, who came carrying the coffin, had a blank look in his eyes. What was he doing? Is he performing some kind of performance art?
No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that his uncle was defeated by a little demon.
"Si Ming, come back."
Hearing this voice, Siming returned to Shen Ye instantly. Ye Fan looked at him and was suddenly surprised and happy. All his hopes of returning to Earth were pinned on this elder.
"Brother Shen!"
Seeing that Ye Fan was completely ignoring him, Ji Haoyue, whose left eye was purple and black, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. For whom did he suffer this crime?
Shen Ye nodded slightly: "Brother Ye, are you okay?"
Seeing Ye Fan's arrival, the elders of the Ji family, who were eager to expose the matter, quickly shook him off.
Soon, Ji Haoyue was carried away from the field, and everyone from the Wang family appeared.
Wang Teng's father, Wang Chengkun, mocked: "Little beast, are you finally willing to die?"
Ye Fandanmo said: "Old dog, don't worry, I will beat you to death together with your puppy later."
Wang Chengkun was furious: "My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a great emperor, how can he be compared to a useless body like yours?"
Ye Fan sighed: "Aren't you tired of me and my son all day long? Or maybe you feel guilty, so you deliberately emphasized that he is your son... Hey, so you are the one who takes over?"
"You!" Wang Chengkun was furious. Although he didn't understand what "take over the pot" meant, the meaning in Ye Fan's tone was obvious.
At this time, another member of the Wang family asked: "Ye Fan, what do you mean? Coming here carrying an ancient coffin is disrespectful to the Ji clan!"
"Little friend Ye, I also want to ask, why did you come to the door of my Ji family with a coffin?" The eighth ancestor of the Ji family sang and harmonized with him, which was a great use of the topic.
Ye Fan responded calmly: "This coffin is my weapon. Why, your Ji family still wants to restrict my weapons?"
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family shouted coldly: "That's nonsense. How can anyone use a coffin as a weapon?"
At this time, Shen Ye, who was watching the show, suddenly asked: "Brother Ye, can I lend you a weapon to watch?"
Ye Fan still trusts Brother Shen, who has a mysterious background but has helped him a lot: "Of course."
Shen Ye took the copper coffin, rubbed it carefully, and sighed after a moment: "This coffin is indeed the perfect one to forge the world-defying copper coffin. It's a pity that my current cultivation level is still not enough."
The person buried in the bronze coffin of the third generation was the first transcendent person in the world here. Even if the copper coffin suppressed most of the power, at least he would have to be at the quasi-emperor level to be able to barely use it.
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family had long disliked someone who touched his nose and face. Seeing that Shen Ye seemed to be speaking for Ye Fan, he said in a strange tone: "What kind of bronze coffin is there for the world? You should find one for me."
Shen Ye Danran said: "I did fight against a peerless strong man holding a world-defying copper coffin. Although I can't call him to come, I can still do it by reflecting my memory. Since you want to see it, let me
You have seen enough."
The next moment, Ying appeared in front of everyone with a keel on his back, two wings on his back, scarlet fangs in his mouth, and a bronze coffin that held the world in his hand.
Stepping on the black dragon, ignoring the world!
Although it was a phantom, the imperial aura still made all the powerful men around him feel a sense of worship.
Qi Fushui said in a trembling voice: "What a terrifying aura. Is this an emperor from an alien planet?"
Nan Yao said in a deep voice: "Even the memory projection has such power, this person's body is absolutely extremely powerful!"
Ying looked at the Eighth Patriarch of the Ji family coldly, his evil aura almost materialized, and he held the World-Suppressing Bronze Coffin and threw it at the Eighth Patriarch with the force of suppressing heaven and earth.
"Wait a minute, I..." Cold sweat broke out from the Ji family's eighth ancestor's back. He was joking. How come there are really people who use coffins as weapons?
Under the pressure of a coffin, the body of the eighth ancestor of the Ji family instantly spurted out a burst of blood mist, almost turning into a mummy.