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"Is there any more monsters? Quickly release them for me to see." Chen Feng looked at Ying Yuan and said provocatively.

After fighting with Ying Yuan, Chen Feng already knew that the reason why Ying Yuan was so awe-inspiring was largely because of his ability to control the devil.

When the devil comes out, who will fight for the front.

If other Sanxians fight with Ying Yuan, most of them will bypass the powerful demon and directly attack Ying Yuan's body to defeat the enemy.But Chen Feng was different. He possessed the Black Flame Prison Fire, which gave him another choice.

That is to kill Ying Yuan's devil first!

Ying Yuan without the devil is still not a toothless tiger, he can pinch it as he wants.

Therefore, Chen Feng resorted to this trick of starting a prairie fire, even if the black flame hellfire in his body was emptied, he would still kill Ying Yuan's demon head.

Chen Feng didn't believe that Ying Yuan still had the second batch of demon heads. After all, demon heads with the strength of the Nine Tribulations and Loose Immortals were extremely precious, so how could they be so easy to cultivate?Even if Ying Yuan is still there, they are just some low-level monsters.But those monsters did not pose any threat to Chen Feng.

Ying Yuan looked at Chen Feng (top) (point) the novel, his eyes shot out flames of hatred.

With Chen Feng's action, all his thousands of years of painstaking efforts were wasted.

Chen Feng's guess was right, Ying Yuanke had cultivated such a group of monsters for thousands of years, and now they all died in Chen Feng's hands, greatly weakening his strength.Even though there are countless devils among the ten thousand magic bells, they are all low-level devils with low strength. It is okay to deal with ordinary seventh- and eighth-level loose immortals, but it is not enough to deal with nine-robbed loose immortals.

"Chen Feng, I will definitely kill you today!" Ying Yuan shouted bitterly.

"Why, do you still have a devil who can deal with me?" Chen Feng laughed loudly, with an expression of winning.

Seeing Chen Feng showing such an expression, Ying Yuan felt even more annoyed: "Aren't you the same, how much of that flame is left?"

Chen Feng spread out his hands: "It's gone!"

"Then I'm still afraid that you won't succeed?" Ying Yuan shouted violently: "Go to hell with me!"

While speaking, the Wanmo Bell was thrown by him with a bang.

Wan Moling grew when it saw the wind, and turned into the size of a hill in a blink of an eye, and ruthlessly suppressed it towards Chen Feng.

Unexpectedly, this ten thousand magic bell can release a large number of monsters, and it has such a function.

If it were an ordinary Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, he would definitely choose to avoid the edge of Wan Mo Ling at this moment, but is Chen Feng afraid?

Not to mention that Chen Feng's strength is already comparable to that of the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, just because he has been training his body through the Scorpio Throne these years, his physical strength has surpassed that of an ordinary quasi-celestial weapon.A small ten thousand magic bell, no matter how heavy it is, is at best a quasi-celestial weapon, how could it be placed in Chen Feng's eyes?

Holding the heavy sword by his side, Chen Feng stretched out his hands suddenly, like two iron tongs, grabbing the edge of the Wan Mo Bell.

I saw Chen Feng's muscles bulging like a mountain, and a huge burst of strength exploded.

The rapid falling trend of the Wan Mo Bell stopped suddenly, only the bell beads were still shaking around, making tinkling sounds.

"What a powerful force!" At this moment, cheers shook the sky in Qingyun Mountain, and everyone was overwhelmed by Chen Feng's divine power.

……

"Boom--"

The eighth thunder tribulation finally fell.

Guo Chang stood upright, allowing the thunder to strike him.

After the thunder calamity passed, Guo Chang's body was still upright, but there was a trace of fatigue between his brows.

The calamity cloud rolled, and the last thunder calamity also began to brew.

……

Chen Feng held the ten thousand magic bell, his body stood proudly, like a vajra, standing upright.

"Drink!" Chen Feng yelled suddenly, and Wan Moling was thrown up heavily by him.

"Break it for me!"

The next moment, the epee returned to Chen Feng's hand, and Chen Feng swung the epee and looked towards Wanmoling with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"clang--"

Like an ancient bell being rang heavily, the Wan Mo Bell let out a strong moan, and then it shattered!

The epee has no front, what is terrible is not his sharpness, but his strength!A quasi-immortal artifact as strong as the Wanmo Bell, under the power of the epee, also shattered into pieces and scattered around.

There is a space within the Ten Thousand Demon Bells, and there are countless demon heads in the space.But as the ten thousand magic bells shattered, the inner space was also annihilated, and the countless demon heads were exiled to which space they didn't know.

"Ah, I'll kill you!" Seeing that the Wan Mo Bell was destroyed, Ying Yuan was seriously injured under the infection of Qi.However, the resentment in his heart already made him ignore his physical injuries, so he sacrificed a flying sword and rushed towards Chen Fengfei.

The high-level devil can be cultivated again when he is gone, but the disappearance of the Wanmoling means that his left and right arms have been cut off. From then on, he will be reduced to the most ordinary Nine Tribulations Sanxian, and he will never be able to lift his head.

Looking at the hysterical Ying Yuan, Chen Feng's eyes flashed with contempt.

Such Ying Yuan is no longer enough to be an opponent.Although he is still the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, when it comes to close combat, how could this Ying Yuan, who is used to manipulating monsters to attack from a distance, be Chen Feng's opponent?

With a step, Chen Feng's epee turned into an aurora, which was extremely gorgeous.

Without any attributes, this is just the purest way of swordsmanship, and it is the most powerful sword driven by him with the Dragon Desire Xuanhuang Sutra.

The two approached quickly, and then the sword energy intertwined, fighting for a while, and then separated again.

This series of actions has been completed only in the blink of an eye.

Chen Feng stood proudly, with sword intent all over his body, making him look like a peerless sword standing between the sky and the earth.

On the edge of the epee in his hand, You Zi had a drop of blood slipping down.

But Ying Yuan's body was trembling, with criss-crossing scars all over his body.

It was just a collision, and the winner had already been decided.

"Hatred has blinded your eyes. If you can calm down, I will have to spend a lot of effort to kill you!" Chen Feng's voice sounded slowly, peacefully, without any trace of fireworks.

"Puff-"

Ying Yuan fell to the ground, lifeless, and he didn't know if he heard Chen Feng's words before he died.

Everyone was silent, looking at Ying Yuan's body, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Rabbit Death Fox Sadness, a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, just fell in front of them, making them realize that life is so fragile.

"Oh? You won so soon?" On the other side, Han Wei said with a relaxed face.

I saw him with his right hand behind his back, as if he was walking and playing, but he was just gesturing randomly with his left hand.

But his opponents, Xiong Yu, the master of the Longmen sect, and Yang Yaozi, the grand elder, were weak and retreating steadily.

"It's amazing!" Chen Feng looked at it, and couldn't help being shocked.This Han Wei is definitely as invincible as Ksitigarbha back then.

"Forget it, it's boring to play any longer, so I'll teach you a lesson!" Han Wei chuckled, and suddenly stretched out two fingers with his left hand, pointing them out quickly.

I saw two muffled groans, but I saw that Xiong Yu and Yang Yaozi both flew upside down, and their aura also dropped suddenly.

Chen Feng opened his mouth wide in surprise, only to see that the cultivation bases of Xiong Yu and Yang Yaozi dropped a lot within a finger, and both fell to the peak strength of the Eight Tribulations Sanxian.

"Seal some of your strength. If I am satisfied with your next performance, I will consider letting you recover!" Han Wei said lightly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

ps: Happy Christmas Eve, everyone, and the following days will be safe and sound.