Seeing Ye Xingchen's Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell transform into a four or five hundred meter long dragon soul, setting off huge waves in the sea of blood, the Ghost King and Shura Ancestor who were guarding in the distance were frightened.
light.
How terrifying is the power of the dragon soul?
I saw its dragon tail swaying, and those 'immortal souls' were blown away before they could get close. Immortal souls with slightly lower cultivation levels were shattered into traces of soul mist on the spot, and mixed into the sea of blood.
Inside, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Dragon soul?" Zhu Wuji's pupils shrank, his face full of greed, he looked at Ye Xingchen passionately, licked his lips, and said with a buzz: "How come there are so many powerful magic weapons in that little beast?
The aura emanating from this ancient bell should be closely related to the ancient dragon clan, right?"
"Huh, it's understandable that the woman from the Wu clan is supporting him behind the scenes and has several powerful magic weapons on her body." Emperor Huangquan raised his eyelids, but did not go to trouble Ye Xingchen. After all, everyone now
His enemies are those immortal souls. If he messes up his position, he, the leader of the Ghost King, may not be able to escape the bad news of being killed by the immortal souls.
"Emperor Fist..."
Bang!
An immortal soul in the early stage of the 'Emperor Realm' had just approached Ye Xingchen. Before he could launch a sneak attack, he was enveloped by the fists in the sky. Ye Xingchen, who had already condensed his body to a terrifying level, felt the power of that punch.
, naturally cannot be underestimated.
The immortal soul that wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack him screamed and turned into soul mist.
Melted into the sea of blood.
"Damn it, did that little beast take some elixir or magic medicine?" The ghost painter hiding in the dark gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Xingchen with a look of hatred on his face, his eyes gleaming with fierceness as he secretly cursed,
Said: "How long has it been since you came to the Immortal King's Tomb? His strength has improved so much?"
The ghost painter clenched his fists tightly, and the bones on his body made crisp sounds like "pop", "pop", and "pop". Just like the tragically dead fairy soul, it originally wanted to sneak attack Ye Xingchen, but its movements
If you take a step slowly, after seeing the opponent's fate, how can you still have the courage to rush forward?
After all, the power that burst out from Ye Xingchen's body made him feel palpitations even though he was five or six kilometers away. And the most important thing is that most of the magic weapons he relied on before were destroyed in Zhu Wuji's hands.
Otherwise, with its emperor-level cultivation, it wouldn't be so afraid of Ye Xingchen.
"Hey, Zhulong Chamber of Commerce, the Jiang family?" The ghost painter's eyes accidentally fell on Jiang Fujia, Jiang Jingyue and the others. Thinking of the relationship between these people and Ye Xingchen, his eyes suddenly lit up and he licked
Licking his lips, with a ferocious smile on his face, he said: "Little beast, I want to see how deep the relationship is between you and that little girl from the Jiang family."
‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…
The ghost spirit is overwhelming.
A huge coffin suddenly appeared above the heads of everyone in the 'Jiang Family'. As the guard commander, Jiang Shan was the first to wake up. When he saw the coffin, his face changed wildly, and he said urgently: "Master, hurry up.
Get out of the way."
"Green Ghost Zhanlu Sword..."
Buzz!
A sword cry came from his body. When the ghost painter standing on the coffin saw the shadow of the sword, a look of surprise flashed across his face. He sneered and said, "Yes, I didn't expect you to be such an ant."
You actually have such a ghost weapon in your hand? This artist has underestimated your Zhulong Chamber of Commerce."
Ghost soldiers?
This Green Ghost Zhanlu Sword was a treasure he obtained in the Wheel-Winning Hall. A treasure that could be collected by the Wheel-Winning King would naturally not be comparable to those rubbish.
"Suppression..." Seeing the Qinggui Zhanlu sword slashing towards his neck, the ghost painter sneered twice and did not give way at all. He only heard a 'buzz' and saw that the coffin under his feet opened.
Jiangshan's Qinggui Zhanlu Jian fell headfirst into it, and then disappeared completely.
"Ghost Painter, what do you want to do?" Jiang Fujia gritted his teeth and said with a livid face: "We, the Zhulong Chamber of Commerce, have no grievances or grudges against you, right?"
"Jie, Jie, Jie..." The ghost painter laughed strangely twice, looked at Jiang Fujia jokingly, and said: "Your Zhulong Chamber of Commerce has no enmity with this painter, but that little beast and I are indeed sworn in. The Jiang family
The little boy can be captured without any effort, and he can suffer a little less. Otherwise, don’t blame this painter for making you unable to survive or die."
"Hmph, you want me to capture you without any help?" Jiang Fujia said with an ugly face, "It depends on whether you have that ability. Let's go together. The magic weapon on its body has been almost destroyed as early as in Shendu City. It will be
It blocks it, and when Ye Xiaozi frees his hands and feet, he will naturally come to take care of it." "Yes, the head of the family."
Whoosh!
The thirty or forty guards of the Jiang family sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed towards the ghost painter. The latter stood on top of the coffin, sneered and said: "If you are stubborn, I will deal with you chickens and dogs."
Do I still use magic weapons for the same thing?"
Wow!
The ghost painter's aura condensed. Before the dozens of guards from the Jiang family got close, they saw that the coffin under his feet was completely opened, and iron chains with white bones flying out of nowhere, strangely.
It was so fast, not to mention the dozens of guards, not even Jiang Fuga and Jiang Shan could react.
He was tied up firmly by the iron chains that tied the skeleton, and was dragged under the coffin in a moment.
"Damn it..." When he saw that no matter how hard he tried, he could not break the iron chains, Jiang Shan's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ghost Painter, if you dare to hurt the eldest lady,
A hair on my head, my uncle will never let you go."
"Uncle?" The ghost painter was stunned, looking at Ye Xingchen with a blank expression, and said: "You mean, that little beast is the uncle of your Jiang family? Hahaha... I really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes.
It takes no effort at all. The artist was still worried that the little beast would ignore your life and death. Now it seems that he won't just watch his woman die miserably, right?"
"Ghost Painter, what exactly do you want to do?" Jiang Fujia said in a cold voice with a livid face.
"Hey, you'll know what you want to do in a minute." The ghost painter chuckled sinisterly and saw that countless fairy souls had died in Ye Xingchen's hands. It was not in a hurry and just watched quietly.
After all, although it has taken refuge in Xuanming Immortal, these immortal souls are definitely not the same people as it.
It knew very well that with these immortal souls here, even if it went to Lingxiao Palace, it would be difficult for an outsider to get ahead. If all the immortal souls under Immortal Xuanming were killed or injured, the result would be different.
.
At that time, Xuanming Immortal, who has no one in his hands, will probably have to reuse him as an outsider. Therefore, although he wanted to snatch all the treasures from Ye Xingchen's hand immediately, he saw Ye Xingchen killing the immortals.
Soul, did not rush to ask him to stop, but looked at the Longhuang Demon Suppressing Bell with great interest, and continued to slaughter those immortal souls.