"Is it you?" Another loud shout, containing a huge anger and murderous aura.

The hatred in his tone could not be washed away by the water of the three rivers.

The demon king who was chasing Dong Huangjun recognized the identity of the Saint Son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect, and the Saint Son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect recognized the identity of the other party after hearing the demon king's words.

In the horrified eyes of Jiangchuan and the other three, the little Yin-Yang Sect's holy son, who had been quite calm before, had two blood lights shot out in his eyes.

The peerless and fierce aura erupted from this indifferent and fairy man at this moment. I could not imagine what it was to make him so angry.

A surging murderous intent came out of him, almost tearing the sky apart.

The yin and yang energy flowing on his body was flowing violently at this moment, like two black and white real dragons entangled, emitting heart-wrenching fluctuations.

Even though Jiang Chuan and the other two were around ten miles away, they felt that their bodies were under terrible pressure and were about to fall apart.

The divine light lit up, and Jiang Chuan took Dong Huangjun and Yingying backed back for several miles, and then he felt a little better.

"You are the one who passed me fake news eight hundred years ago, which made my mind collapse and caused the death aura to explode."

The little Yin-Yang Sect's holy son showed his eyes and his murderous intent was almost condensed into ice.

Eight hundred years ago, with his powerful talent and extraordinary talent, he cultivated the two extreme skills of the Little Yin-Yang Sect into a furnace, breaking through the king in such a difficult era of practice and becoming a rare figure who can compete with the thousand-year-old monster.

While shocking Mangyuan, he was hailed as the most genius in Mangyuan for three thousand years and was in the limelight.

I don’t know how many monks were envied by the achievements of the little Yin-Yang Sect’s saint.

But one day, no one knew what happened, and the polar power of life and death on his body was no longer balanced.

The death aura erupted in large quantities, destroying his reason and destroying the entire Little Yin-Yang Sect.

Dozens of his sect elders, the masters who raised him, and hundreds of their fellow brothers and sisters who respected him as the saint son, were all killed in his terrible death aura and became demon corpses.

After his fellow disciples turned into demon corpses, they walked out of the Little Yin-Yang Sect to cause trouble in the world and killed a large number of innocent people and monks.

This also alarmed the immortal families and holy lands of the Mangyuan, and took action to encircle and suppress these demon corpses transformed by his fellow disciples.

It can be said that in the end, all the monks of the Little Yin-Yang Sect were beaten to ashes, and no one had his entire body preserved.

And the culprit of all this is the demon king who is chasing Dong Huangjun in front of him.

No wonder the murderous intent of the little Yin-Yang Sect at this moment was so intense that it was almost burning into the sky.

Jiang Chuan and the other two grew their mouths and were startled by what they heard.

People only know that eight hundred years ago, the death aura of the little Yin-Yang Sect's saint broke out, and endless storms and blood arose in the Mangyuan.

But at this moment, they actually heard the culprit of all this, the real murderer of countless lives, was the demon king who chased Dong Huangjun.

Jiang Chuan could not guess what fake news this demon king sent, causing the little Yin-Yang Sect's saint to collapse and his death aura to burst out.

He only knew that this demon king was absolutely bad, and it was so bad that it was so bad.

Eight hundred years ago, the death aura of the saint of the Little Yin-Yang Sect broke out and created a shocking bloody case.

In these few days, he ambushed Dong Huangjun, causing a large number of demon clans to be killed by the Dong Huang family.

He could not guess the intention of the demon king to do all this, but he knew that the demon king was dead and no one in heaven or underground could save him.

The saint son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect, the demon clan, the immortal family, the Donghuang family, and even all the forces of the Mangyuan will not let this demon king go.

"The Demon King is about to escape!"

"This monster almost killed me and my third brother. Dad, don't let him go. Kill this bad thing and vent my anger."

The first voice was from Dong Huangjun.

The second voice is the girl in green.

What the green-clothed girl Yingying said at this moment made Jiang Chuan almost bit her tongue and stared at Yingying in amazement.

This green-clothed girl Yingying actually called the saint of the little Yin-Yang Sect as her father.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan's heart suddenly became clear.

No wonder Dong Huangjun came to the Red Maple Mountains and brought Yingying with him.

No wonder the Donghuang family made such efforts to help the saint son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect.

When I recall it now, I really found that Yingying was somewhat similar to the Holy Son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect.

In the distance, after recognizing the Holy Son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect, the towering hand he used to fight quickly disintegrates and turns around and is about to escape, and does not dare to fight with him.

Eight hundred years ago, he could only plot against the saint of the Little Yin-Yang Sect. At this moment, he transformed into the second generation of the Little Yin-Yang Sect, and he did not dare to confront him.

But facing such a demon king who has a deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood, he almost killed his daughter today.

The little Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son would not let it go. He controlled the Yin-Yang Divine Escape and was almost teleported.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed several miles of distance and rushed into the demonic aura in the sky.

His speed was too terrible, like a meteor falling from the sky, carrying terrible impact power.

Most of the demonic power in the sky was suddenly dispersed by him, revealing the face of the demon king hidden in it.

"How could your speed be so fast!" The demon king who was chasing Dong Huangjun was shocked.

They were all kings, but he turned around and the saint of the little Yin-Yang Sect had already crossed several miles away by his side.

Even the demon king was scared at this perverted speed.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan didn't even bother to pursue the fact that Yingying, a girl in green, suddenly became the daughter of the little Yin-Yang Sect's saint, stared at the demon king who was the culprit.

The demon king's face was dry and shaped like a rotten wood.

No!

Not only his face, the demon king's body was like an withered old tree, drying out.

Moreover, there was no chance of life on him, as if he had been dead for many years.

Sure enough, the words of the little Yin-Yang Sect’s holy son at the next moment confirmed Jiang Chuan’s conjecture.

"You are just a puppet, a body controlled by the soul."

"But don't think that if you hide in your true body, I won't be able to find you. When I destroy your body, I will collect your soul fragments."

"Flip the Mangyuan and walk all over the seven major domains. Even if you enter Xingyu, I will find you and kill you."

The little Yin-Yang Sect's roared and became angry, swearing to kill the person who controlled the body of the demon king.

He punched out fiercely, and the yin and yang flowed, as if he wanted to knock everything back to chaos.

"Control the body of a dead demon king, kill Dong Huangjun, and blame the demon clan."

"The immortal family and the demon clan were in a war, just like when they dealt with me eight hundred years ago, with the purpose of triggering a reckless turmoil."

"Say! What is your purpose in doing this?"

The little Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son just had a simple punch, and he didn't even use any attack and killing skills to hit it, just an ordinary punch.

But under the yin and yang energy, his fists flowed endlessly, which was in line with yin and yang.

The yin and yang energy flows, like a handful of gold scissors that can destroy all things, destroying everything along the way.

At this moment, something shocking happened.

The body of the demon king, controlled by an unknown strong man, actually seemed to be in a state of disillusionment with the influence of the fist of the little Yin-Yang Sect.

The demon king's body suddenly became full of vitality, as if he had come alive.

It dries up again quickly, even worse than before.

"Ah...you!" The unknown master who controlled the demon king's body screamed at this moment.

The punch of the little Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son was too terrible. Not only did he affect his body, but even his soul hidden in the body was affected.

Just a simple punch, and before it was in sight, it severely damaged the unknown master who controlled the demon king's body.

"Damn it! Those immortal families and holy lands 800 years ago actually kept you quietly."

The demon king was very angry, and his body stretched out his hand and drew out the galaxy in the sky.

A huge white sword energy formed, slashing quickly towards the Holy Son of the Little Yin-Yang Sect.

But the yin and yang energy are so terrible that anything can be broken.

The fist shook, and the knife energy dissipated, turning into a vital energy everywhere and rushed around.

Puff!

The next moment, the fist of the little Yin-Yang Sect sages through the body of the demon king and passes through his chest.

A body left by the demon king after his death was penetrated by him without any effort, and he did not take it down with one move.

"Die together, you can't kill Dong Huangjun, it's good to kill you." The demon king's body opened its dry eyes at this moment, but it was black and there was nothing.

A quaint small tower flew out from the top of his head and quickly grew bigger.

In an instant, the small tower turned into a huge giant hundreds of meters, emitting terrible power to smash the body of the little Yin-Yang Sect and the demon king below.

At the same time, he hugged the little Yin-Yang Sect's saint, hoping to go with the other party under the small tower.

The small tower buzzed and vibrated, illuminating a tide like a tide.

The indescribable "Tao" and "rhyme" flowed, and the world shook with the small tower and became lit.

This small tower seems to be connected with this world and integrated into the world. The shape of the small tower becomes illusory at this moment.

This scene is terrifying. Even though the small tower has not been fully integrated into the world, it has successfully connected with part of the world.

In this way, it is not just a small tower attack, but also a world that attacks.

"This small tower is terrible. Some 'gods' and 'rhyme' have been born. It can mobilize the world and is a kingly weapon." Dong Huangjun said solemnly, looking at the small tower.

King's weapons do not mean that you can have weapons of this level as long as you break through to the king.

If there are no good materials, or if your own weapon is refined too late, your cultivation may have broken through to the king, but your own weapon has not yet produced a "shen rhyme".
Chapter completed!