Ye Fan swung the Yin-Yang Holy Sword and killed the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion. His head and spiritual consciousness turned into ashes, leaving only a headless corpse gushing blood.
The end of the life of a generation of holy sons was originally likely to become the supreme holy master, but today it has reached the end of life and become the dust of history.
It can be expected that there will be a big chaos soon. This is the first saint son who died in the Eastern Desert in recent years, and it will definitely cause a big uproar!
The rotten wooden hammer was not surprising at all, and there were traces of being bitten by insects. It was almost rotten, without a trace of weapon, and no one could pick it up when thrown on the ground.
But it is such an inconspicuous wooden hammer that emits chaotic light, cracking the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, which is extremely powerful and has resolved the disaster of the Purple Palace Holy Son many times.
Ye Fan held it in his hand, feeling light and fluttering, as if he was carrying a piece of firewood, which didn't weigh much, and seemed to break it with a little force.
Dong!
He shook his fingers hard, and the rotten wood hammer made a hollow sound, like the hollowness of rotten wood, but no matter how hard he stepped up, it could not be broken, and the texture was very hard.
Bang!
He held the broken wooden hammer and waved it out, with a buzzing sound, a big black hole was chiseled out of the void, and a chaotic light shot in it.
What kind of treasure is this? It is much more powerful than the Yin-Yang Sword!Ye Fan was surprised.
This must be a magical object... The big black dog came over, his eyes widened, his big claws were protruding out quickly, and his greed was in trouble again.
Ye Fan knew its habits and was always on guard. He raised his hand to block it and said: Don’t rob it randomly, preside over the killing formation, and don’t let anyone go.
At this time, the area was filled with blood mud, the smell was irritating. I don’t know how many people died. The scene was scary, as if I had arrived at a slaughterhouse.
Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian and others also came over and were amazed at the rotten wooden hammer. They could actually emit chaotic light, which was invincible and could be called a divine object.
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion is dead...
Liu Kou and others felt that things were getting big. This was the future owner of a holy land. Ye Fan was killed and spread it. The entire northern region would be in a major earthquake.
Ah……
The screams continued to come. The ancient emperor's killing formation was unparalleled in the world, turning into a tangible and qualitative millstone, crushing the world, and turning life into meat sauce.
Ah……
No one can escape. The ancient formation of killing and slaughtering is like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Every time it kills a large area of people. This is a veritable meat grinder.
Many strong people, even if you are the eighth transformation dragon, or even the peak of the super master, it is difficult to escape the killing of the ancient emperor formation pattern, with bone slags mixed in the blood mud.
The bright red on the ground was mixed with pale pieces of bones, which made people feel numb and terrible, and they didn't dare to look at it.
In the cruel world of cultivators, once a war begins, there is no kindness to say. It is difficult to explain which is right or wrong. There is nothing right or wrong. There is only life and death and the law of the jungle.
Ye Fan walked forward, came to the headless corpse of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, and picked the big black gourd from behind. This was also a secret treasure.
Not to mention the gourd itself, the cloudy and eclipse water inside it is worthless. This is the water of death. Even the body of the Holy Lord can be dissolved, and no one dares to mess with it.
Hey, this rotten wooden hammer... looks like the plug of this big gourd!Jiang Huairen had sharp eyes and saw an abnormality at first glance.
Ye Fan stuffed the handle of the rotten wooden hammer into it, tightly sewing it, just blocking the mouth of the gourd, and the head of the hammer and the mouth of the gourd became one.
Creation Ah, this is definitely a sect of divine objects. Even the plug can emit chaotic light. It is so terrifying that this gourd can be imagined!The big black dog man stood up with fierce eyes and was about to rob it again.
Can't you be a little more responsible, a dead dog?Ye Fan glanced at it.
Everyone was shocked. This black gourd must have a great origin. The plugs are so terrible. You can imagine the true gourd's body.
The boy from Zifu may have just obtained this gourd not long ago, but he was really a waste of resources. He used the gourd to block the gourd and did not understand its true value at all!The big black dog said.
They tinkered for a while, but did not find the purpose of the black gourd. It was stronger than the divine iron and could not even penetrate Ye Fan's golden fingers.
Although the sky is cloudy and the water is worthless, it is not even a hair compared to the black gourd. It is a waste to use it to hold it.
Ah……
Screams came one after another, and few people were alive now, and they were all cut into flesh paste, scarlet, sad and bloody, leaving only a dozen people.
Ye Fan was very plain, with no waves in his eyes. He watched all this quietly. If he didn't take action, he would have done so. Once he made a decision, he would be so determined.
Unfortunately, only two holy sons came in... He was looking for the whereabouts of the Holy Son of Wanchu.
The surviving person is not necessarily the most powerful. The mortal killing formation is incomplete, only in one corner. In some places, the lethality is extremely terrifying, while in some areas, the area is relatively weak.
There!
Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a light, and he rushed over quickly, and appeared in front of a pile of corpses. There was a bloody man, all over his body was submerged in blood, motionless, extremely cold, without any vitality.
He was mixed with the blood mud and buried below. If others could not sense it at all, they would definitely think that he was a dead person.
However, Ye Fan cultivated into the divine eye and saw that he was still alive at first sight. The origin of life was very prosperous, emitting a blazing light, but it was not extinguished.
The Holy Son of Wanchu was actually pretending to die. He wanted to escape this disaster, but he had no choice but to be forced into this situation.
Ye Fan rushed over like a ghost, silently swinging the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, turning into a barbarian dragon, slashing down immediately, and the thick sword light connected with the dark clouds in the sky!
brush!
The Saint of Wanchu turned into a green light, rushed up like light, and avoided it. The earth was shattered, and the black hole was bottomless!
Brother Ye, we have some misunderstandings.The Holy Son of Wanchu spoke and wanted to say something, but Ye Fan activated the secret of Jizi and swung the holy sword forward, without giving him a chance.
Zheng!
This sword opened Gao Tian, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the infinite starry light gathered like a waterfall, thousands of paths, white and drooping down.
The Holy Son of Wanchu changed his color. He felt the shocking sharp edge of the sharp blade approaching his neck. The breath of death was overwhelming, unmatched!
But in the killing formation that has no way to escape, he will have no way to escape. If he takes a wrong step, his body and spirit will be destroyed. He can only face the thick sword light as thick as a mountain.
The word "六子子" is triggered, and the combat power is increased ten times. This is a devastating aura, destroying and destroying, and the Yin-Yang Holy Sword is as bright as a sun.
Bo!
The palm of the Holy Son of Wanchu was crystal clear, and blood rays burst out. He opened a sad blood box. The blood stained the night sky red, like an ancient evil spirit revived, and wanted to destroy everything.
Tian Yao Blood Box!
In the past, a demon demon used his own demon blood as a weapon refined by future generations, with unparalleled lethality, and the blood of the demon demon could transform all opponents.
Bang!
Ye Fan's sword was extremely powerful, and it collided with the blood light, slashing Wanchu Shengzi out on the spot, coughing up blood.
Once the ten times the combat power is released, who will compete with the same level in the world?
This is equivalent to the ten saint-level figures working together to attack and kill Wanchu Saint-Son. He had no way to avoid it in the Wushikong Formation. Even if his methods were against the will of heaven, he could not withstand it and immediately suffered a severe blow.
However, Ye Fan was also in awe of awesomeness and stepped back. The Yin-Yang Holy Sword in his hand was stained with demon blood, and the cracks on it expanded rapidly.
Snap!
The Yin-Yang Holy Sword was broken and completely destroyed by the Heavenly Demon Blood Box.
Ye Fan's whole body was filled with blazing golden light, blocking the blood of the demon god from touching the body. He took out the rotten wooden hammer and smashed it hard, shaking it away endless blood light.
The legendary treasure box refined by the peerless heavenly demon must be taken!Behind the rear, the big black dog shouted.
Ye Fan waved the rotten wooden hammer, and a terrifying chaotic light shot out, hitting Wanchu Shengshen, and chiseling a black hole in the void.
boom!
The Tian Yao Blood Box is less than three inches long, but it contains an endless sea of blood. At this moment, it rushed out of boundless waves, almost submerging the world.
Chih!
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to slash out a black hole, guided the endless sea of blood in, and shot out the chaotic divine light to slash at the Holy Son of Wanchu.
The two of them started a quick battle, and the killing formation in the midst of time was running. The Holy Son of Wanchu was shocked every step and could not concentrate.
boom!
Ye Fan successfully triggered the secret of Jizi again. The rotten wooden hammer in his hand was magnificent, and it was like life, shooting out a large chaotic light.
This is a scary and terrifying scene. The black night sky keeps collapsing, a black hole appears, and the Holy Son of Wanchu screams, blocking it with the blood box of the Heavenly Demon.
However, the ten times the combat power has been improved, which is too terrifying. It destroys everything. The entire sea of blood has been evaporated and everything has been destroyed!
The Holy Son of Wanchu could not avoid the Killing Formation in the Wushikong Formation, he could only take it head-on. With a bang, he was swept away by the chaotic light and his body was cracked.
Buzz!
Ye Fan used the Running Skills and rushed over like a ray of light, attacking continuously for a short period of ten times the combat power, extremely fierce.
puff!
The Holy Son Wanchu blew blood in his mouth, and was swept by the chaotic light again. Most of the bones in his body were broken. He shouted: You can't...
boom!
Ye Fan did not give him a chance to continue, and his ten-fold combat power surged wildly. The rotten wooden hammer shattered the void and knocked it away, almost turning it into meat paste.
You... Wanchu Shengzi coughed up blood.
Dong!
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to resist the blood box of the Heavenly Demon. The chaotic light imprisoned the endless sea of blood, and the two weapons stuck together.
At this time, the combat power triggered by the secret of Jizi disappeared, but Wanchu Shengzi was at the end of his strength and fought hard.
Bang!
Ye Fan poked out his golden big hand and rushed forward, and the devastating aura vibrated.
Snap!
The son of Wanchu broke his arm, then his chest collapsed, and his body was stamped with a golden handprint!
puff!
The flesh shell of the holy body is so powerful. The palms of the hand, like a golden millstone, slapped firmly on the body of the Holy Son of Wanchu, causing him to split on the spot.
The soul of the Holy Son of Wanchu rushed out and wanted to escape. The golden lake between Ye Fan's eyebrows turned into a small golden tripod, and rushed past it and shattered it.
Another saint son of the East Wilderness fell, and the future Lord of Wanchu was wiped out like this, and from then on became the cloud of history and no longer existed.
Ye Fan killed two saints in a row within one day, which was enough to shake the world. At the same time, he destroyed so many powerful people and killed them all. The meat sauce on the ground would cause a huge upsurge.
Where is Yao Xi, where is Xiang Yifei, the sage son of Dayan? They are also here... He frowned slightly.
The end of the life of a generation of holy sons was originally likely to become the supreme holy master, but today it has reached the end of life and become the dust of history.
It can be expected that there will be a big chaos soon. This is the first saint son who died in the Eastern Desert in recent years, and it will definitely cause a big uproar!
The rotten wooden hammer was not surprising at all, and there were traces of being bitten by insects. It was almost rotten, without a trace of weapon, and no one could pick it up when thrown on the ground.
But it is such an inconspicuous wooden hammer that emits chaotic light, cracking the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, which is extremely powerful and has resolved the disaster of the Purple Palace Holy Son many times.
Ye Fan held it in his hand, feeling light and fluttering, as if he was carrying a piece of firewood, which didn't weigh much, and seemed to break it with a little force.
Dong!
He shook his fingers hard, and the rotten wood hammer made a hollow sound, like the hollowness of rotten wood, but no matter how hard he stepped up, it could not be broken, and the texture was very hard.
Bang!
He held the broken wooden hammer and waved it out, with a buzzing sound, a big black hole was chiseled out of the void, and a chaotic light shot in it.
What kind of treasure is this? It is much more powerful than the Yin-Yang Sword!Ye Fan was surprised.
This must be a magical object... The big black dog came over, his eyes widened, his big claws were protruding out quickly, and his greed was in trouble again.
Ye Fan knew its habits and was always on guard. He raised his hand to block it and said: Don’t rob it randomly, preside over the killing formation, and don’t let anyone go.
At this time, the area was filled with blood mud, the smell was irritating. I don’t know how many people died. The scene was scary, as if I had arrived at a slaughterhouse.
Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian and others also came over and were amazed at the rotten wooden hammer. They could actually emit chaotic light, which was invincible and could be called a divine object.
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion is dead...
Liu Kou and others felt that things were getting big. This was the future owner of a holy land. Ye Fan was killed and spread it. The entire northern region would be in a major earthquake.
Ah……
The screams continued to come. The ancient emperor's killing formation was unparalleled in the world, turning into a tangible and qualitative millstone, crushing the world, and turning life into meat sauce.
Ah……
No one can escape. The ancient formation of killing and slaughtering is like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Every time it kills a large area of people. This is a veritable meat grinder.
Many strong people, even if you are the eighth transformation dragon, or even the peak of the super master, it is difficult to escape the killing of the ancient emperor formation pattern, with bone slags mixed in the blood mud.
The bright red on the ground was mixed with pale pieces of bones, which made people feel numb and terrible, and they didn't dare to look at it.
In the cruel world of cultivators, once a war begins, there is no kindness to say. It is difficult to explain which is right or wrong. There is nothing right or wrong. There is only life and death and the law of the jungle.
Ye Fan walked forward, came to the headless corpse of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, and picked the big black gourd from behind. This was also a secret treasure.
Not to mention the gourd itself, the cloudy and eclipse water inside it is worthless. This is the water of death. Even the body of the Holy Lord can be dissolved, and no one dares to mess with it.
Hey, this rotten wooden hammer... looks like the plug of this big gourd!Jiang Huairen had sharp eyes and saw an abnormality at first glance.
Ye Fan stuffed the handle of the rotten wooden hammer into it, tightly sewing it, just blocking the mouth of the gourd, and the head of the hammer and the mouth of the gourd became one.
Creation Ah, this is definitely a sect of divine objects. Even the plug can emit chaotic light. It is so terrifying that this gourd can be imagined!The big black dog man stood up with fierce eyes and was about to rob it again.
Can't you be a little more responsible, a dead dog?Ye Fan glanced at it.
Everyone was shocked. This black gourd must have a great origin. The plugs are so terrible. You can imagine the true gourd's body.
The boy from Zifu may have just obtained this gourd not long ago, but he was really a waste of resources. He used the gourd to block the gourd and did not understand its true value at all!The big black dog said.
They tinkered for a while, but did not find the purpose of the black gourd. It was stronger than the divine iron and could not even penetrate Ye Fan's golden fingers.
Although the sky is cloudy and the water is worthless, it is not even a hair compared to the black gourd. It is a waste to use it to hold it.
Ah……
Screams came one after another, and few people were alive now, and they were all cut into flesh paste, scarlet, sad and bloody, leaving only a dozen people.
Ye Fan was very plain, with no waves in his eyes. He watched all this quietly. If he didn't take action, he would have done so. Once he made a decision, he would be so determined.
Unfortunately, only two holy sons came in... He was looking for the whereabouts of the Holy Son of Wanchu.
The surviving person is not necessarily the most powerful. The mortal killing formation is incomplete, only in one corner. In some places, the lethality is extremely terrifying, while in some areas, the area is relatively weak.
There!
Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a light, and he rushed over quickly, and appeared in front of a pile of corpses. There was a bloody man, all over his body was submerged in blood, motionless, extremely cold, without any vitality.
He was mixed with the blood mud and buried below. If others could not sense it at all, they would definitely think that he was a dead person.
However, Ye Fan cultivated into the divine eye and saw that he was still alive at first sight. The origin of life was very prosperous, emitting a blazing light, but it was not extinguished.
The Holy Son of Wanchu was actually pretending to die. He wanted to escape this disaster, but he had no choice but to be forced into this situation.
Ye Fan rushed over like a ghost, silently swinging the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, turning into a barbarian dragon, slashing down immediately, and the thick sword light connected with the dark clouds in the sky!
brush!
The Saint of Wanchu turned into a green light, rushed up like light, and avoided it. The earth was shattered, and the black hole was bottomless!
Brother Ye, we have some misunderstandings.The Holy Son of Wanchu spoke and wanted to say something, but Ye Fan activated the secret of Jizi and swung the holy sword forward, without giving him a chance.
Zheng!
This sword opened Gao Tian, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the infinite starry light gathered like a waterfall, thousands of paths, white and drooping down.
The Holy Son of Wanchu changed his color. He felt the shocking sharp edge of the sharp blade approaching his neck. The breath of death was overwhelming, unmatched!
But in the killing formation that has no way to escape, he will have no way to escape. If he takes a wrong step, his body and spirit will be destroyed. He can only face the thick sword light as thick as a mountain.
The word "六子子" is triggered, and the combat power is increased ten times. This is a devastating aura, destroying and destroying, and the Yin-Yang Holy Sword is as bright as a sun.
Bo!
The palm of the Holy Son of Wanchu was crystal clear, and blood rays burst out. He opened a sad blood box. The blood stained the night sky red, like an ancient evil spirit revived, and wanted to destroy everything.
Tian Yao Blood Box!
In the past, a demon demon used his own demon blood as a weapon refined by future generations, with unparalleled lethality, and the blood of the demon demon could transform all opponents.
Bang!
Ye Fan's sword was extremely powerful, and it collided with the blood light, slashing Wanchu Shengzi out on the spot, coughing up blood.
Once the ten times the combat power is released, who will compete with the same level in the world?
This is equivalent to the ten saint-level figures working together to attack and kill Wanchu Saint-Son. He had no way to avoid it in the Wushikong Formation. Even if his methods were against the will of heaven, he could not withstand it and immediately suffered a severe blow.
However, Ye Fan was also in awe of awesomeness and stepped back. The Yin-Yang Holy Sword in his hand was stained with demon blood, and the cracks on it expanded rapidly.
Snap!
The Yin-Yang Holy Sword was broken and completely destroyed by the Heavenly Demon Blood Box.
Ye Fan's whole body was filled with blazing golden light, blocking the blood of the demon god from touching the body. He took out the rotten wooden hammer and smashed it hard, shaking it away endless blood light.
The legendary treasure box refined by the peerless heavenly demon must be taken!Behind the rear, the big black dog shouted.
Ye Fan waved the rotten wooden hammer, and a terrifying chaotic light shot out, hitting Wanchu Shengshen, and chiseling a black hole in the void.
boom!
The Tian Yao Blood Box is less than three inches long, but it contains an endless sea of blood. At this moment, it rushed out of boundless waves, almost submerging the world.
Chih!
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to slash out a black hole, guided the endless sea of blood in, and shot out the chaotic divine light to slash at the Holy Son of Wanchu.
The two of them started a quick battle, and the killing formation in the midst of time was running. The Holy Son of Wanchu was shocked every step and could not concentrate.
boom!
Ye Fan successfully triggered the secret of Jizi again. The rotten wooden hammer in his hand was magnificent, and it was like life, shooting out a large chaotic light.
This is a scary and terrifying scene. The black night sky keeps collapsing, a black hole appears, and the Holy Son of Wanchu screams, blocking it with the blood box of the Heavenly Demon.
However, the ten times the combat power has been improved, which is too terrifying. It destroys everything. The entire sea of blood has been evaporated and everything has been destroyed!
The Holy Son of Wanchu could not avoid the Killing Formation in the Wushikong Formation, he could only take it head-on. With a bang, he was swept away by the chaotic light and his body was cracked.
Buzz!
Ye Fan used the Running Skills and rushed over like a ray of light, attacking continuously for a short period of ten times the combat power, extremely fierce.
puff!
The Holy Son Wanchu blew blood in his mouth, and was swept by the chaotic light again. Most of the bones in his body were broken. He shouted: You can't...
boom!
Ye Fan did not give him a chance to continue, and his ten-fold combat power surged wildly. The rotten wooden hammer shattered the void and knocked it away, almost turning it into meat paste.
You... Wanchu Shengzi coughed up blood.
Dong!
Ye Fan used a rotten wooden hammer to resist the blood box of the Heavenly Demon. The chaotic light imprisoned the endless sea of blood, and the two weapons stuck together.
At this time, the combat power triggered by the secret of Jizi disappeared, but Wanchu Shengzi was at the end of his strength and fought hard.
Bang!
Ye Fan poked out his golden big hand and rushed forward, and the devastating aura vibrated.
Snap!
The son of Wanchu broke his arm, then his chest collapsed, and his body was stamped with a golden handprint!
puff!
The flesh shell of the holy body is so powerful. The palms of the hand, like a golden millstone, slapped firmly on the body of the Holy Son of Wanchu, causing him to split on the spot.
The soul of the Holy Son of Wanchu rushed out and wanted to escape. The golden lake between Ye Fan's eyebrows turned into a small golden tripod, and rushed past it and shattered it.
Another saint son of the East Wilderness fell, and the future Lord of Wanchu was wiped out like this, and from then on became the cloud of history and no longer existed.
Ye Fan killed two saints in a row within one day, which was enough to shake the world. At the same time, he destroyed so many powerful people and killed them all. The meat sauce on the ground would cause a huge upsurge.
Where is Yao Xi, where is Xiang Yifei, the sage son of Dayan? They are also here... He frowned slightly.
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