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The world of the Ghost Mountain became dark again, and the whimpering sound was full of magic, disturbing the minds of people. The green se that had just happened not long ago was covered with howling sounds. The entire Ghost Mountain was shrouded in fog again, with evil ghosts and evil spirits crawling out, smiling hideously.

"What...what is it?" In the valley, everyone looked in the direction of the Ghost Prison City, trembling and full of horror. Even the tone of their speech was trembling.

Under the gaze of everyone, the rolling magic fog surged out of the Ghost Prison City and soared into the sky like a layer of darkness, covering the last ray of light in the world into darkness.

Looking closely, there was a prototype of a man in the magic fog of Si N. It was the resurrected demon. He could not see his face clearly. He could only see a pair of huge eyes, bloodshot, extremely scarlet, flashing with a blazing light, ferocious and terrifying.

As the demon walked out of the rolling fog, the world saw his true face clearly. His t-shaped shape was three feet tall, with a scarlet tongue, and his fangs were exposed. His smile made him scary. Perhaps because his body was too heavy, he would step on the ground every time his foot fell down.

He... was too strong, terrible pressure. Even the sword saint and the sword craze were bound to resist. His legs were bent and he couldn't help but kneel down.

Only Ye Chen was present, and he could stand safely and barely withstand the pressure of the demons.

"Evil...Demon." The martial arts people were frightened and retreated. Their eyes were highlighted and full of fear.

The demon ignored others and looked at Ye Chen, smiling fiercely, wishing to tear Ye Chen to pieces, drink his blood, and chew his bones to eliminate his hatred.

Ye Chen was calm and speechless, but he was calling out to the evil demon in his heart, because the demon in front of him was no longer a half-immortal, and had exceeded the limit he could compete with. If he really wanted to fight, he would definitely die. And the people in the Ghost Mountain, the people from Yan Earth, and even the creatures of the entire ancient star would be destroyed. A demon in the Qi Condensation Realm was the supreme king in the mortal world.

However, there was still no echo of the evil demons at all for his call.

"Old Yang, Xuan Lei Sword." Ye Chen stretched out his hand, his face was extremely heavy. If the evil demons didn't come to save the scene, he would have to go there.

The demon is resurrected again and must be stealing the spiritual power of the Source Crystal again. Moreover, it will be more fierce than before. It won’t take long before the spiritual power of the Source Crystal will be dispersed, and at that time, it will affect the sealed Qin Xiong.

He could escape, but Qin Xiong could no longer save him.

Mr. Yang did not dare to delay and hurriedly handed over the Xuan Lei Sword.

"Leave here." Ye Chen said lightly, holding the Xuan Lei Sword in his hand, and heading straight for the demon.

Needless to say, the martial arts people turned their heads and ran away, rolling and crawling, and didn't dare to turn their heads back. The demons were so terrible. Just a gust of wind could blow them into the sky and use them to fight.

Ling Feng and others hesitated and turned around one after another. They were just a burden here.

On the other hand, Ye Chen had already arrived with his sword, and with a sword, the Wind God attacked the demon's eyebrows directly.

"Ant." The demon y smiled, raised his hand and grabbed the tip of the sword, and the magic power surged.

Ye Chen was shocked and stepped back. Every time he took a step back, he would step on the ground and step out a sunken footprint. The Xuanthunder Sword in his hand buzzed violently, making him unable to hold it anymore. He was shocked by the demon. If it weren't for the black black iron, it would have broken on the spot.

Before he could settle his body, the demon came to him like a ghost. He pointed his divine light and poked a blood hole in front of him.

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Ye Chen fled away, blocked the x-ray, and stopped the gushing blood.

"Can you leave?" The demon sneered, faster, and pointed another finger at Ye Chen's eyebrows. This time, it was a killer. If Ye Chen was pierced by a finger, he would die on the spot.

In the flash of lightning, Ye Chen used Taixu to move, shifting the key points.

At the same time, he waved the Xuan Lei Sword and slashed out a rippling blood valley on the demon.

"Very good." The demon laughed fiercely, not angry at all, but was even more excited. He killed Ye Chen with one blow, but it became boring. It would be interesting to torture the enemy like Ye Chen to death.

Ye Chen's heart was as quiet as water, holding the Xuan Lei Sword in his hand, stepping on the Taixu Step, and using his mysterious body technique to deal with it. When the demon gave him a finger, he would give the demon a sword.

The battle is extremely bloody.

It can be seen that the one who fell into a disadvantage this time was Ye Chen, who was almost beaten up. After only ten rounds, he was covered in blood, and his scars and blood were shocking.

On the other hand, although the demons are also injured, they are all P-injury.

He is a monk, whose recovery power is far beyond ordinary people, and he is constantly absorbing the spiritual power of the source crystal and the spiritual power of the flower c trees. From the beginning, he completely crushed Ye Chen, regardless of speed, strength and recovery power.

"Evil Demon." Ye Chen was still calling in his heart. He couldn't last long, and the source crystal of the old grave could not last long.

"Ant, are you desperate?" The demon's smile was full of magic power. Before the laughter had fallen, he rushed to Ye Chen like a ghost and reached out to push out a pitch-black palm print.

"Ten Thousand Swords Wind God." Ye Chen gritted his teeth and stepped forward. He had a sword that penetrated his palm print, but was shocked and vomited blood.

"I underestimate you." The demon twitched his tongue, brushed his hand and roared at Ye Chen, which was much stronger than the blood dragon that had been in the Ghost Prison City before.

Ye Chenhuo's immobilization, his internal strength instills in the Xuanthunder Sword, and pointed to the Blood Dragon from afar.

Immediately, the sword's ferocious sounded, and countless sword energy suddenly appeared. It was his own secret technique... Wanjian Chaozong.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood dragon was injured, and the huge dragon body was cut out with blood marks. But even so, the ten thousand swords were hard to stop the sect. The blood dragon rushed to the scene, and a dragon swung his tail and threw Ye Chen out, and the bones were broken.

The blood dragon pursued him relentlessly, and had already opened his bloody mouth and swallowed Ye Chen.

"Do you, swallow me?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, calmed down suddenly, and the Wind God Art was the second time. He pierced the tail through the Blood Dragon's mouth with a sword.

The blood dragon wailed and was buried on the spot.

Ye Chen also staggered and was overturned by the devil's palm, and fell to the ground and pooled with blood.

This time, Ye Chen had exhausted his bloody battles to get up, and he was far from fighting for the devil; he was even less than ten streets when fighting for recovery; he was fighting for combat strength. He was just one level, a monk and a mortal, and there was no comparable x.

"Born." The demon was soaked in the smile of the movie and walked step by step. A bone spur in his palm protruded. He wanted to use him to enter Ye Chen's head. When the moment the bone spur came out, the bloody fountain should be very wonderful.

However, before he could arrive, he heard the sound of a whizzing wind and hundreds of figures arrived one after another. It was Ling Feng, Yang Xuan and others, as well as many martial arts masters, who all came back.

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"I can't overestimate my ability." The demon's steps disappeared, and he didn't even look at it. He just gently brushed his hand and lifted Shangguan Jiu away, hitting a rock and cracking with a bang.

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, slapped him from the palm of his hand.

The demon was too lazy to speak, and with just a cold snorkeling, he shook Yang Xuan.

Ling Feng's sword was quite powerful, piercing through the air, and the sword pointed to the demon's x chamber. However, although his sword was strong, it was difficult to break the demon's defense. It only wiped out a bunch of sparks on the demon's t-meter.

The demons laughed, and the demons were surging. The Dugu Sword Saint, the number one in the martial arts world, was also knocked out by the backward demons.

"Kill." The martial arts masters shouted, either arrows or flying knives, coming from the sky.

But what is embarrassing is that the long arrows and flying knives are too fragile, and even the Sword Saint cannot break the defense. Even Ye Chen is defeated, let alone them. The people who are in P rushed forward, and the people who are in P are swept away and come to save the scene. After a meeting, they all kneel down.

"It's boring, it's really boring." The demon twisted his neck comfortably, his eyes flashing with evil light. From beginning to end, he was only looking at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen coughed blood, supported by the Xuan Lei Sword, and staggered up, with blood flowing all over his body, and he was a bloody man.

He was still so calm, and his anger towards the demons was hidden in his soul. Once it broke out, it was the best proof that the two emperors and one emperor were slaughtered.

The demon finally calmed down and stood three meters away. He raised his hand slightly, grabbed Ye Chen's neck from the air, lifted it up, and got stuck in the air. The bone spur protruding from his palm also flashed a faint light, ready to enter Ye Chen's head at all times.

Ye Chen struggled powerlessly, and his hands were weakly hanging down here, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. After all, he was a mortal body and could not defeat the monk. This time, he could no longer resist the will of heaven.

Ling Feng and others rescued him, but they were powerless and could not even stand up. They were desperate... drowned out everyone's minds and the martial arts myths were defeated. After Ye Chen's death, they were them. No one in this mortal world could stop this demon. He would turn this ancient star into a dead hell.

However, at this moment, a sudden thunder sounded through the void of the sky.

The sky is covered with dark clouds and lightning and thunder, which is a sign before it rains.

At this moment, Ye Chen's dim eyes suddenly flashed with a shocking light, and his scattered eyes gathered in full swing, like the scorching starlight, as if there was power again, and the g power was the lightning full of nothingness. Although he was a mortal, he could lead thunder into t and with the power of lightning, the outcome of this battle was unknown.

With a thunder, he moved his last internal force, forcibly broke through the shackles of the demons, fell from the air, and swayed on the earth.

To settle his body, he held up the Xuan Lei Sword, cooperated with the mental method and pointed directly into the sky.

Immediately, the lightning in the void seemed to be pulled by some kind of divine power, fell straight down, connecting the tip of the Xuan Lei Sword, using the Xuan Lei Sword as a medium, poured into Ye Chen's thunder. The silence of thunder turned into a trace of thunder and lightning, and merged into his limbs, internal organs, extraordinary meridians, and even every x-position, and every small mao hole, were surrounded by thunder, making him instantly cage by the thunder, like a thunder god.

"The mortal means cannot kill you, so try the power of thunder."

Ye Chen's words are sonorous and powerful, cold and majestic.
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