Chapter 285

"Impossible!"

Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen incredulously and hissed: "how can you be ye Nan crazy? It's absolutely impossible!"

If you look carefully, when he said this, the whole person was shaking slightly.

Ye nankuang!

These three words represent too many things!

It represents endless killing and decisiveness. There are countless people who died in his hands. There are as many as 120 martial arts masters.

It represents the supreme battle power and status, martial arts master, horizontal training master, top of the list, and No. 1 in China!

It can be said that ye nankuang is the myth of the whole Chinese martial arts circle, and it is also the nightmare of countless people.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Chen say that he is ye nankuang, Murong Yang and Fu Lao will react so much, even fear.

"Yes, this boy can't be ye nankuang. Don't be fooled, Mr. Murong. He is deliberately frightening us."

Fu Lao forced his heart down and looked at Ye Chen's eyes full of murders: "boy, die for me!"

Voice down.

He quickly pinched out a strange French seal, which was like a hexagon star, containing six directions. Once the French seal was completed, the Qi of yin and evil came from six directions.

This kind of yin and evil spirit is extremely cold. Ordinary people only need to touch a trace of it. If it is light, they will catch a cold and have a fever. If it is heavy, they will die on the spot.

"Boy, let you see my six Yin seizing evil array. It's enough for you to die under it!"

The endless Yin and evil spirit converged in his seal, and finally turned into an overwhelming torrent running to Ye Chen.

This is the means of the enlightened.

Although it's not as powerful as the ancient martial artists, it can use Xuanfa to set up the array to resist the enemy!

This array of six Yin seizing evil spirits was successfully practiced by Fu Lao for more than 20 years. In addition, as the late stage of entering the Daoist realm, it is powerful enough to be compared with the ancient martial artists at the peak of Tongmai realm.

Ordinary people will die immediately when they touch it, but when ancient martial artists touch it, the body will be corroded by Yin and evil spirit in an instant, and even affect the soul!

Thinking of this, Fu Lao can't help but smile and look satisfied. It seems that he saw Ye Chen's tragic end.

But the next moment.

He had a ghostly look on his face.

When ye Chen faces the current of Yin Sha, he suddenly opens his mouth and takes a breath, forming an air whirlpool in front of him.

Under this air whirlpool, the surging Yin Sha torrent was suddenly inhaled into the mouth by Ye Chen.

"Here How can it be! "

Old Fu's eyes widened.

That's the spirit of yin and evil. It's extremely harmful to the living body. Instead of hiding, ye Chen swallowed it?

Even Yao Huayuan of lingyao mountain, a master in the realm of God, dare not do so?

Murong Yang on one side was shocked.

"Burp!"

Ye Chen's mouth spewed out a mouthful of turbid gas and belched: "is this your means? Not enough, not enough. Is there anything more powerful? "

He is the body of the immortal. Even the thunder from the sky to the sun does not hurt him at all, let alone the spirit of yin and evil.

"You Who are you? "

Fu Lao finally panicked.

"I said, I am Ye Nan crazy!"

Ye Chen walked towards him step by step.

"Ye nankuang is an ancient warrior. How can you do this?" Fu Lao roared loudly and hurriedly said: "young master Murong, don't you do it? Otherwise we will all die today! "

With his roar.

Murong Yang suddenly woke up from his loss of consciousness. A pendant in front of his neck was a purple gourd the size of a thumb, with various patterns printed on it.

"Ye, die for me!"

Murong Yang reaches out and pulls out the plug of purple gourd!

"Whoop, whoop..."

In the mouth of the gourd, there was a dark wind. The wind was more and more strong. Soon, the third floor of the maojia hotel was completely covered. Countless shrill screams were heard all the time, and shadows like ghosts rushed to the leaves.

"This is the ghost gourd?!"

Fu Lao's scalp tingled.

He had heard before that Murong Yang had killed dozens of people's villages and collected countless complaints in order to refine this magic weapon.

I didn't expect it to be true.

In the face of the roaring black air, ye Chen suddenly opens his mouth and shouts, and displays the eight tones of Tianlong: "roll for me!"

His voice was as vast as thunder, and as powerful as roaring dragon.

Roll the word down.

The black air was all in pieces.

Then disappeared!

"Poof!"

Murong Yang spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale without any blood.

Ye Chen not only broke his technique, but also his ghost gourd, and in a word, he seriously injured his mind.

"I dare to teach you how to carve insects and tricks in front of me. Today, I'll show you what is the real magic weapon of ghost way!"

Ye Chen chuckles. Suddenly a black flag appears in his hand. As soon as the black flag appears, the temperature in the room suddenly cools down.

"A hundred ghosts come out!"

He waved the black flag!

"Boom!"

The endless black air comes from the black flags, with a very bleak cry, and a lot of false and ferocious faces.

In an instant.

The third floor of the whole maojia Hotel suddenly becomes a ghost house, with hundreds of ghosts crisscrossing and howling.

At that moment, Murong Yang's sweat all over his body exploded: "you How can you have such a terrible magic weapon? "

"No!"

Fu's face changed, and he lost his voice and said: "we all guessed wrong. This kid is a great power to connect with the divine realm. Run, run!"

After that, he took the lead in the direction of the door, then stopped in front of him is endless black gas.

As soon as his left hand reached out into the black air, there came a sound of something biting the flesh and skin.

"Ah ah!"

Fu Lao screamed and hurriedly drew back his hand. He found that his left hand had become a white bone under his shoulder. There was no more flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Murong Yang almost wanted to kill people. He sat down on the ground subconsciously: "Mr. Ye, no, don't kill me. My grandfather is a master of communicating with God. You can't kill me..."

"If your grandfather dares to come to me, he will die. Go ahead!"

Ye Chen waves the hundred soul flag again, and dozens of black Qi directly rush to Murong Yang.

"Click, click, click..."

As a sound of chewing things fell, there was a white bone on the ground.

"Poo Tong!"

Fu Lao knelt on the ground in fear, step by step kneeling to Ye Chen. He was scared: "Mr. Ye, spare your life, spare your life. As long as you don't kill me, I will go back and bring you tiger bone flower!"

"I've given you a chance!"

Ye Chen shakes his head slightly, presses his palm on his head, and forcibly performs soul searching. Fu Lao cries out in pain, but he can't open it.

Not long.

Ye Chen slowly took back his hand, his face changed a few times, and finally smiled coldly: "Yao bingyue, you are really back to the holy mountain. You are lucky!"

"But do you think you can get rid of Ye Chen's account? It's too easy to think about. In that case, you can return it with your life later! "

(PS: this chapter is a chapter for making up the deficiency, but it is still a chapter for making up the deficiency.)