Wu Po Jiuxiao

"laugh……"

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe thousands of years, tens of millions of years, maybe just a moment, when Ye Fantian opened his eyes, the hell red lotus fire on his body began to surge uncontrollably out.

"This guy... so scary!"

Kong Xuan said with a look of shock on his face.

His strength itself is extremely tyrannical, and he has absorbed the vitality from the Eight Parts of the Sentient Beings of the Saha. Now his strength has recovered quickly, and he will soon be able to recreate the immortal supreme realm of the seven eras of cultivation and become The strongest person below the Martial Arts Saint level was even stronger, but in front of Ye Fantian, he felt a terrifying aura surging, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"boom……"

The hell began to roll up crazily, and wherever it went, streams of extremely pure energy began to be sprinkled down like the dragon's breath of a mad dragon.

The faces of Lao Duandao and the others revealed a look of joy and tears.

Hell, it's about to reappear again, they want to get excited, they should get excited!

Those streaks of energy formed the thickness of buckets, continuously hanging down from mid-air.

In the original hell, there were tens of thousands of strong people, so many, and the reason why there are so many is because the cultivation vitality in this hell is countless times stronger than that in ordinary places.

Now Ye Fantian is gradually recovering such supernatural powers.

"Wait...what is this?"

When these four marks of hell were completely integrated into the body, Ye Fantian's control over hell once again reached a new level, and then a message was quickly released from hell.

"Kill God with one knife?!"

This is a martial skill, a sword technique.

It is the message of hell, a kind of inheritance of hell.

"It can be seen that this hell is waking up, and some powerful functions of hell are quickly being controlled by me. This is a supreme sword technique, which can only be obtained by the master of hell. It kills gods with one blow, How domineering is this, cutting it down with the supreme magic knife, just one knife is enough to kill gods, cut heaven and earth, and be invincible!" Ye Fantian sighed more and more.

The power of this knife was mastered by him in an instant, this is the benefit of hell, the strong comprehension is enough for Ye Fantian to get too many things.

Silently appreciate the tyranny of this sword technique, although there is only one knife, but it makes Ye Fantian feel what is terrible, the so-called meeting the gods and killing the gods, encountering the Buddha and punishing the Buddha, I am afraid this is the sword technique.

"Although my Dalong Yaodao is extremely sharp, but I don't have a suitable sword technique to use it. Now, the benefits of killing gods to me may be unimaginable."

Ye Fantian sighed slightly.

He slowly grasped the big dragon demon knife in his palm, and quickly realized the sword technique of killing gods. With the power of hell, he had already mastered this knife technique completely, but when the real The moment he grasped the Dalong Yaodao, a vigorous sword intent was quickly revealed.

In my mind, I kept simulating this sword technique.

"It's terrifying. This move is not inferior to my Fist of the Gods, and it is even more terrifying than it. If this knife is displayed, I am afraid that even the Immortal Supreme with the cultivation base of the seven epochs will be difficult to resist, and These are just my own strength now, if I have reached the level of seven epochs, or even rise to the level of Martial Dao Saint, among the same level, it can be said that I can kill the enemy like nothing!"

After thinking for a long time, Ye Fantian felt the horror of this door more and more.

"Let's go..."

After slowly comprehending for a long time, Ye Fan opened his eyes, and the scarlet in it became deeper and deeper, like a vast ocean, deep into the universe, making it impossible for people to clearly appreciate the true power in it.

"Whoa..."

The eleven strong men, now Ye Fantian once again has the eleven strong men including Kong Xuan as his helpers, which is a great reinforcement for Ye Fantian, and he also has the strength of a martial arts saint The fat stick and the original sin who restored the original power.

If the ancient eighteen blood-eyed dragon can really recover, I am afraid that its strength will increase again.

The moment he walked out of the Three Thousand Demon Realm, Bai Siyu and the others were already waiting in it.

"Wow..." "My lord!"

The moment Ye Fantian came out, all the strong men knelt down on the ground together, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement and excited expressions.

Ye Fantian, this is the real master of their Demon Palace, the soul figure, and no one can replace him. At this time, he has returned again, which is a great thing for the Demon Palace.

"Get up..."

Ye Fantian smiled slowly.

"Shh..."

Everyone got up together and looked at the man in front of him in awe and excitement, who looked only in his 20s.

The strength of the other party is beyond doubt, and in an instant, a warrior-level powerhouse was born, shattering the catastrophe between the heaven and the earth with one hand, and shattering the sky with a roar.

In any case, these are not something ordinary people can do.

"It's been 17 years... I didn't expect that it would take me so long to come back, but our Demon Palace has always been strong, and even stronger than before, but this strength seems to be forgotten by people. They think we If we don’t move, we are enduring, we are afraid, we are weak!”

Ye Fantian's eyes were scarlet, and two dazzling brilliance burst out incomparably.

"but……!"

Ye Fantian spoke again, and his tone had already become indifferent: "We don't need them to verify whether we are strong or not, the Dark Martial Arts League, if you think that our magic palace can bully you at will, it is a big mistake. In my name, the Demon Palace, reborn, go straight up, and kill in the Dark Martial Arts League!"

"Kill kill kill!"

All the devil palace disciples roared in unison, their eyes fluctuated wildly. This time, they were bullied by the members of the Dark Martial Arts League. This time, they lost so many relatives and friends. This time, they I want to pay in blood!

"Count me in!"

A voice full of boundless power erupted.

Sky Feather and his party slowly descended from the void.

"How did you come?"

Ye Fantian said with curiosity.

"Well... Dark Martial Arts League, there is one thing between me and it that needs to be resolved!"

Thinking of the disappearance of his own woman, and thinking of the four years of hard work in these years, killing intent shot out of his eyes for a moment.

"it is good……"

Looking at Cangjian's group and the killing intent in Tian Zhiyu's eyes, Ye Fantian nodded lightly, and looked at his disciples in the Demon Palace again, their eyes had been killed by the killing. Occupy, and this is the effect Ye Fantian wants:

"kill!"

Ye Fantian roared crazily.

Killing intent - shaking the sky!

"boom……"

A thunderbolt exploded out of thin air, as if foretelling that a killing was about to begin...

"Have you heard? The Demon Palace is born!"

"Yes, it is said that Martial God Ye Fantian has returned..."

"The name of the Martial God was just passed on by someone. Ye Fantian didn't seem to be a Martial God-level powerhouse at the beginning..."

"You know what a fart, the news was confirmed by the Dafeng Dynasty himself, can it still be fake? It is rumored that this time the Dafeng Dynasty was attacked by the Wudao Empire, and the Martial God Ye Fantian, who had disappeared for 17 years, appeared and killed several people with a wave of his hands." 10 people... even the rumors that there are warriors at the level of a martial god can't stop them!"

With the birth of the magic palace, it seems that for a while, the three words Ye Fantian once again became the focus of discussion in the entire continent.

"Be born as soon as you are born. Today's martial god-level powerhouses are born one after another. Many of them are extremely ancient and famous. They are famous. No matter how powerful Ye Fantian is, he absolutely does not have the capital to challenge the opponent. After all, one person can What role does it play?" Obviously, some people would not buy it for the Martial God Ye Fantian.

"Hmph, idiot, Ye Fantian was only very old when he became a martial god-level powerhouse. Even if so many ancient powerhouses really appeared, do you think Ye Fantian, who is known as a genius martial god, will not improve in 17 years? ?”

Such quarrels continued.

But at this time, a big news appeared.

The disciples of the Demon Palace left the Demon Palace one after another, and marched southward with murderous intent, as if a fierce battle was about to take place...

The sky shakes!

A large army, like a long dragon, is advancing towards a place with a crazy momentum.

There is an old building there.

Very simple, very secluded.

And this group of people is clearly headed by a young white-haired man. These people are Ye Fantian and others who appeared from the magic palace.

"Suppressing the Devil's Mountain?!"

A horrified look appeared on Tian Zhiyu's face, and he couldn't help shouting.

"Well... Zhenmo Mountain, no one would have thought that this dignified and upright sect, known as one of the most righteous sects in the entire Xuantian Continent, would be the land of suppressing demons from the Dark Martial Arts League." Headquarters, right?"

Ye Fantian said with a sneer.

"How is it possible? I passed by here before, and every disciple here is upright and upright. This Mountain of Demon Suppression is the gate of the Demon Suppression Sect. Every time I select disciples, I am very careful. Choose, but anyone who has a trace of evil, evildoers, will absolutely not be taken in, what's going on here?"

Zang Jian's face was also filled with astonishment.

"Huh, justice and evil are originally just a thin line. This Suppressing Demon Sect can use the Suppressing Demon Mountain as its foundation. Naturally, no one will doubt it. The ancient sect has been passed down for countless years. Who can tell?" Think of this place!"

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Ye Fantian was very sure of his reply.

His profound soul power has already seen through everything here!

The eyes of the gods flickered, and in this mountain of suppressing magic, the power of magic was mighty!