Fantasy: My Martial Spirit Is The Ancestral Witch

Suddenly, the confident look on the face of the Yin Yang Son became extremely stiff, and his eyes were full of shock. A pair of Yin Yang eyes stared at the dazzling golden light emanating from Jiang Chen's eyebrows.

"How is it possible? It shouldn't be!"

The Holy Son of Yin and Yang seemed a little lost at the moment. The golden talisman just now was his ultimate trump card, a life-saving thing given by the Holy Lord of Yin and Yang.

Once activated, it can turn into a golden sword light and directly capture the enemy's soul. Even the titled king will be severely injured under such an offensive of the soul, and even fall directly if he is not careful.

But Jiang Chen was safe and sound, with no injuries whatsoever.

At the same time, with the full force of Jiang Chen's powerful punch, a protective light shield formed by the convergence of yin and yang appeared around the Yin and Yang Holy Son.

However, the previous lesson of Holy Son Ziqing was still vivid in his mind. After coming back to his senses, Holy Son of Yin and Yang immediately took out a jade talisman of the intersection of Yin and Yang and crushed it to pieces with great pain.

In an instant, Yin and Yang merged, giving birth to the majestic life force of creation, which was integrated into the body of the Yin-Yang Son, providing him with incomparably huge vitality and survivability.

boom--!

The field of power exploded in full force, and the power dormant in the body of the Yin-Yang Holy Son also revealed its ferocious fangs at this moment, ravaging the whole body24.

Even with a huge amount of life force, he still couldn't resist the release of the power of that punch. The Yin Yang Son's body continued to explode and turned into blood.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son's heart trembled, and all the life force gathered in his head. At the same time, all the Yin-Yang divine power in the body exploded and turned into a Yin-Yang oven, protecting the soul to the death.

In the end, the Holy Son of Yin Yang managed to hold on!

At this moment, his image was extremely eye-catching, with only a broken head left, all the orifices stained with blood, and his hair disheveled. He looked like a ghost, no, even more terrifying than a ghost.

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Son actually resisted his punch, Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. Now that he was isolated by the Yin-Yang shield, it was impossible to kill him this time.

At the same time, Jiang Chen became interested in the golden Yuanshen villain in his sea of ​​consciousness. According to the meaning of the Yin-Yang Holy Son, it seems that the golden power well is the main level Weishen offensive.

However, such a killing move was easily resolved by the golden Yuanshen villain, which made Jiang Chen have an idea in his mind.

Is my golden spirit comparable to that of the Holy King?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but get a little excited. If this were the case, the road to becoming a king would be smooth without any obstacles, which would save a lot of time.

However, in this case, he must find a mysterious Yuan technique as soon as possible, otherwise he would have such a treasure but would not be able to develop and utilize it, which would be a huge waste.

If you can turn it into combat power, your combat power will greatly increase, enough to deal with stronger opponents.

The disciples of the Holy Land Tianjiao all have Holy King-level Soul Restrictions in their minds, which cannot be obtained at all. Now the only possibilities are the Emperor Mountain and the Holy Mountain.

Jiang Chen fell into deep thought, while the Yin Yang Son on the other side started to escape.

The Holy Son of Yin and Yang, who was lucky enough to survive, did not dare to stay here any longer. He was deeply afraid that Jiang Chen had other means and he might really perish here.

I saw a flash of light between his brows, and a powerful force of Yin and Yang directly tore the void in front of him, and the power of space instantly enveloped the remaining head of the Yin and Yang Son.

"I was careless today. Live well and I will come and take away everything from you!"

In the view of Yin Yang Holy Son, Jiang Chen's strength is not comparable to his, and this failure was entirely due to his own carelessness.

When he comes out of the Yin and Yang Jedi and comes back with greatly increased strength, he will definitely be able to knead Jiang Chen at will and obtain the Kunpeng inheritance and the treasure that he has longed for for a long time.

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly, looked at the Yin Yang Holy Son who was extremely embarrassed at the moment, and said slowly.

"A lost dog can only bark!"

After saying that, Jiang Chen made a casual move and directly took the Yin-Yang Holy Sword that the Yin-Yang Holy Son had not had time to take back into his hand. He injected the innate yin-yang energy of chaos into his hand and directly wiped out all the marks on it.

"Next time you come, remember to bring more holy weapons, preferably imperial weapons. How dare you be called the Holy Son if you are so poor?"

Ignoring the extremely ugly-looking Yin-Yang Holy Son, he used the Supreme Wind Technique and the blue wind swirled around him, leaving only an afterimage in place.

When the afterimage disappeared, Jiang Chen's figure had disappeared.

At the same time, the power of space around the Yin-Yang Saint Son circulated, and he directly used the power of space to escape.

Suddenly, the void was empty except for the raging Void Wind Blade.

All the people watching from a distance have not come back to their senses at this moment, and they are all stunned.

After a long time, someone finally reacted, trembling all over and looking extremely excited. After all, they had witnessed such a battle with their own eyes.

Everyone's reactions were different, and everyone started talking.

"Jiang Demon King is about to completely shake the mountain of 100,000 people. The two saints, who have reached the middle stage of the king's strength, escaped in the hands of Demon King Jiang. They are worthy of the name of Demon King and have unparalleled combat power!"

This person has become a loyal admirer of Jiang Chen and incarnates as "Demon Lord Chui".

"Humph, if one of the two saints is dead and the other injured, will the Purple Green Holy Land and the Yin Yang Holy Land let him go? Will those forces that have enmity with Demon King Jiang let such a huge hidden danger go unchecked?

Just watch, it won’t be long before you hear the news of Demon King Jiang’s death. He has offended so many Holy Land-level forces, how can he have a chance to survive?”

A Holy Land disciple said coldly, with a very confident tone, extremely certain that Jiang Chen would be killed soon, even though he had boasted 320 before that Jiang Chen would definitely die in the hands of the two Holy Sons.

"Hey, isn't this the one who wants to eat shit? What? Are you attracting my attention now to fulfill your oath?"

A joking laugh came from behind, causing the Holy Land disciple's face to turn into the color of pig liver.

In an instant, a powerful energy burst out from his body. His cultivation in the late stage of immortality can be said to be the best among the people around him.

"Are you looking for death? Now I doubt your relationship with Demon King Najiang. Please come with me!"

Obviously, this Holy Land disciple doesn't want to let go of the guy who keeps him from stepping down.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a big fist came directly into his eyes.

With a bang, the Holy Land disciple vomited blood and was thrown away. His entire face was completely deformed, and he lost his combat effectiveness in an instant. He could only mutter on the ground.

"Bah, you are still pretending to be cool when you have no ability. I, Wang Yue, the Thirteenth Bandit, will let you improve your memory today!"

As he spoke, he added a few more kicks, causing the man to keep screaming.

When the people around heard the name "Wang Yue", they immediately cheered and dispersed. None of the sons of the thirteen bandits were ruthless people who killed people without calculation.

Just when a Holy Land King couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take action, a qi machine locked onto him, and a burly young man said with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Are you sure you want to take action?"