Hearing what he said, Lianfeng stopped. He also wanted to know what Ye Chen's trump card was that allowed him to dare to compete with the Xingluo Guild, which had three seven-star dharma figures, for food with a mere six-star soul cultivation level.
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And this is also the key to whether he can completely make up his mind to fight. If his trump card is strong enough, he will fight. If he is not as strong as imagined, then he must have reservations and at least give him something.
Leave a way out for yourself.
There is a huge gap between 100% power and 90% power, and there is also a huge gap in momentum between stud and only pressing part of the chips.
Of course Ye Chen knew what Lian Feng was thinking. Comparing his feelings with his own, he had to be sure of winning before he could compete, otherwise he would die.
The aura's escape method is faster in this world with broken rules than in the world of Shushan. One step is more than ten kilometers, and Tengping's real body is huge beyond ordinary people's imagination. His body is a strange half-human form.
It has many tentacles, each tentacle is only a few kilometers short and more than ten kilometers long. The length of the longest main tentacles on the back is no less than the main body, and the length of the main body exceeds hundreds of kilometers.
A creature with a size of more than 100 kilometers is completely unimaginable in the mortal world, but in a world where gods and demons dominate, such a size is normal. It can be said that there is no biggest, only bigger.
With his body size reaching this point, he can easily break the void and collapse the space with a single strike.
The flattening movement did not have the disadvantage of being slow as expected due to a very large body. Instead, he jumped hundreds of miles with great flexibility, like a continent collapsing and falling towards Ye Chen.
The terrifying size brought unimaginable pressure. Before it came, the space collapsed into nothingness layer by layer, and was squeezed together by the terrifying gravity, as if countless space fragments were combined and pressed into a piece of cake.
And Ye Chen is just a little ant among countless broken biscuits.
However, the layers of shattered space did not affect Ye Chen. He seemed to be completely unaffected as he walked through the broken and heavy-pressed void. Lianfeng was surprised and puzzled and ran straight into the flat sky.
Underneath.
The seven subordinates behind Lianfeng also looked at this scene with surprised faces, until he was pressed down heavily, countless thick tentacles entangled into a cocoon shape, and the surging nightmare gas transformed into various strange shapes and seeped into the cocoon,
Even if everyone was a well-informed six-star soul descendant, they opened their mouths wide and did not react for a while when they saw this scene.
After a long while, I didn't see Ye Chen's counterattack as I imagined, and one of them asked Lianfeng in a low voice:
"President, is this friend of yours trustworthy?"
Lianfeng was speechless, because he couldn't tell what kind of medicine Ye Chen was selling in the gourd, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions. After all, Ye Chen seemed very normal and would not commit suicide. After thinking about it,
He said:
"Don't worry, let's take a look first."
Just as he finished speaking, the cocoon wrapped by Tengping's countless tentacles suddenly boomed, and a dull drum sound came from it, as if a huge heartbeat came from the cocoon.
The descendants of the Wind and Rain Tower immediately cheered up and watched the cocoon swell with anticipation.
However, almost five minutes passed after this muffled sound, but there was still no response. Instead, many tiny tentacles stretched out from Teng Ping's body. The tops were extremely sharp, and they were thrust into the cocoons of the tentacles.
"Bang!"
As if the sharp tentacles had stimulated something, a dull heartbeat came from inside again, and the cocoon was forcibly stretched and enlarged.
Lianfeng's eyes lit up when he saw this and said:
"That's right, he must be preparing to accumulate strength internally, forcefully break open the cocoon, and inflict severe injuries..."
Before he finished speaking, Tengping let out a roar, and the nightmare blood mist gushing from his body surged, suppressing the bulge. Lingfeng's voice also stopped abruptly, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
His men were also speechless, as they felt that Ye Chen was extremely unreliable.
And Ye Chen, who they felt was extremely unreliable, was now inside a flesh cocoon...and another flesh cocoon.
Well, Teng Ping, the descendant of nightmares, used his body to build a prison to trap him, but he built a flesh cocoon himself in the flesh cocoon Teng Ping built, surrounded by blazing blood flames and strips of flesh.
The tentacles turn into hammers, axes, knives or swords to attack the cocoon crazily.
Inside the flesh cocoon was a turbulent gray airflow. Ye Chen closed his eyes and sat cross-legged inside. A curtain of light unfolded in the sea of consciousness. It was his attribute-adding power. At this time, he stared at the adding-point panel, hesitating in his heart.
He is now facing a choice. This choice only appeared after he gathered the physical bodies of the twelve ancestral witches. After gathering the physical bodies of the twelve ancestral witches, he naturally received the blessings of the twelve ancestral witches and automatically knew the twelve ancestral witches.
The ancestral witches are familiar with all kinds of magical powers of the witch clan, which naturally include the real formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods.
The Twelve Capital Gods and Gods Formation given to him by Saint Taiqing is actually not the real Twelve City Gods and Gods Formation. Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches know the real formation, and each Ancestral Witch only knows a part of it.
Only when the ancestral witches gather together can they be laid.
After condensing the bodies of the twelve ancestral witches, strictly speaking, he can summon a part of the body of the most powerful chaos demon god Pangu in history through the twelve ancestral witch bodies.
But now there is a problem in front of him. Summoning Pangu's physical body is no small matter. Just to summon him, the conditions are fully mature. He is 100% sure that the summoning can be successful and he can withstand the consequences of summoning Pangu. But the problem is, if Pangu's physical body is summoned,
, his body and soul will begin to irreversibly transform into the witch clan.
To put it simply, if he summons the physical body of Pangu, under the power of the Chaos Demon God Pangu, his body and soul will change and become the thirteenth ancestral witch of the Witch Clan and the strongest ancestral witch. After all, he is
The physical body of Pangu summoned by gathering all the power of the twelve ancestral witches, and the transformed true body of the ancestral witches fully integrates the advantages of the twelve ancestral witches, which is equivalent to an extremely weak and shrunk version of the poor man's version of Pangu.
Then here comes the problem.
What would be the consequences if he really transformed into a shrunk and deleted version of Pangu?
Just like he suspected that Saint Taiqing had accepted him as his disciple for no reason, and gave him the method of refining the banner of the Twelve Capitals of Heaven and Pluto. Unknowingly, he had gathered the twelve ancestral witches, and now it was the most critical moment.
If Saint Taiqing had any purpose in accepting him as his disciple and giving him the flag of Dutian Pluto, now should be the time for the purpose to be revealed.
With a thought in his mind, the Tai Chi diagram appeared in his hand, and it flew to the front of his eyes and expanded rapidly. Ye Chen watched the changes in the eyes of this innate treasure. After a while, he gritted his teeth and bowed to the Tai Chi diagram, and said loudly:
"Now that the disciple is faced with something difficult to make, please ask the teacher for guidance!"
In the final analysis, all this is the arrangement of Saint Taiqing. I am just a pawn. Before making the final decision, I'd better see what my cheap teacher thinks.