Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng has never seen such a ferocious person. In addition to devouring the martial spirit of his master, he has to refine the master's skin bag into a corpse general.

Although the martial arts of the demon sect are cruel and cruel, the behavior of Yin Jiuyi is even more creepy and hairy in the bottom of my heart.

Hearing the sound from the hole, Yin Jiuyi was surprised and turned back fiercely.

He recognized Wang Haoran's identity at a glance. After all, when Huiguang monk and Wang Haoran settled in Pingliang City, Yin Jiuyi had this identity as vice president of the local demon hunting Association.

The feeling of the pressure and breath emanating from Wang Haoran also made Yin Jiuyi look a little pale, and his state of mind fell from the original hot to the bottom.

"Elder Wang?"

"I didn't expect that the prominent and noble king's strongman would follow me and do something furtive." instead, he suddenly smiled coldly, seemed to have more confidence in his heart, and said proudly to Wang Haoran, "elder Wang, you and I don't invade the river. There's no reason to fight for our lives here. You know, there must be a fight between the two tigers..."

"You must be a big head ghost." Wang Haoran's chin was white, his beard stood up, and his anger flared up.

The nine young people in the empty world are so shameless that they say to themselves such nonsense as "two tigers fight each other, one will be hurt".

Who gave him such courage, this insidious and cunning man?

"Old man Wang, I respect you as a strong man in the king's territory, so I talk to you politely. Do you think I'm really afraid of you? Ha ha, as long as I count to three, I'll send you to heaven..." Yin Jiuyi's expression is more arrogant, and his words make people laugh.

Of course, Wang Haoran was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped violently and smoke was born in his seven orifices.

"OK... I want to see what you can do to send me to heaven. I'll give you a chance. You can count..."

The old man showed a boundless fierce momentum, and the leaf maple standing behind him swayed a little.

Ye Feng shook his head slightly, smiled bitterly and whispered, "senior, this guy is procrastinating with us. Don't be fooled by him."

Ye Feng is so careful that he can't see the real purpose of Yin Jiuyi?

Theoretically speaking, the current black mist has been promoted successfully, but first, the realm of the king needs some time to be stabilized. Second, it is obvious that Yin Jiuyi has not completely controlled the Black Mist and refined it into a corpse at the moment.

That's why he pretended to be crazy and used the technique of exciting generals to delay time.

From Yin Jiuyi's practice, Ye Feng also saw some clues. Maybe if he had enough time, he might not really be afraid of Wang Haoran, the strong man of cultivation in the king's realm.

"I'll be fooled by him?" Wang Haoran was obviously very headstrong and didn't care about Ye Feng's reminder. "What if the old devil has stabilized the realm? Is it my opponent when a king comes in for the first time?"

"Little devil, I want to see what you can do. If you only rely on these in front of you, I will break you into pieces and lock your soul, so that you will never be reborn."

"You count!"

Just as he said the last three words, suddenly, the body of Black Mist wrapped by golden lights suddenly sank. If the Black Mist magician has become a golden man, now it has returned to the original again.

Only from a glance between his eyes, he could occasionally shoot out several extraordinary golden lights.

Seeing this scene, Yin Jiuyi looked shocked and quickly jumped behind the black mist. As soon as he shook his hand, the previously controlled martial spirit shot back like lightning and disappeared into the head of the Black Mist in an instant.

"Boom..."

The black mist was full of rage. At this moment, an obscene and small body, which was less than four feet, was tall and plump. Under Ye Feng's frightened eyes, it became a majestic look of up to Zhang Xu, strong muscles and domineering.

"Hahaha... Old man Wang, you're overconfident. You're just the king's territory. The corpse of our sect will be completed, and there will be an increase in the body's martial spirit, which is enough to fight you."

"Now if you want to kill us, you will pay an unimaginable price!"

Yin Jiuyi, hiding behind the corpse general, shouted heavily.

A corpse general refined from the skeleton of a strong man in the king's territory may not be Wang Haoran's opponent, but Yin Jiuyi is also a decisive and resolute person. After measuring the enemy's strength and our weakness, he did not hesitate to fight back the Black Mist martial spirit enough to promote him to the king's territory, which led to the fact that the combat effectiveness of this corpse general would surpass that of ordinary corpses.

In this way, I really have the ability to fight with Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran's eyelids trembled a few times. At the moment, his heart began to ignore Ye Feng's reminder and regret it. However, as a senior expert, at this time, he can only fight a swollen face and be fat.

"You fart. If you have any ability, just take it out."

He said directly to Ye Feng: "boy, I'm afraid I can't distract myself from looking after you for the time being. You should be careful yourself!"

"OK! Don't worry. Deal with the old devil, that little devil, let me solve it."

Ye Feng's answer was very decisive, as if the Yin nine Yi he was going to deal with was not a virtual nine heavy, but a virtual one heavy warrior.

This reaction surprised Wang Haoran and Yin Jiuyi, and they were stunned.

"Do it!"

Ye Feng didn't wait for them to return to their senses. His figure rushed out before Wang Haoran and directly locked the Yin Jiuyi, with a murderous intention.

Wang Haoran was shocked, but he could see that Ye Feng was not a reckless and impulsive person. Since he dared to say so, he must be a bit sure.

So he didn't stop him. Even in his heart, he wanted to see what kind of capital this boy had to compete with a nine fold demon warrior in the virtual world.

"Boom!"

A war between the two sides is imminent.

Compared with Wang Haoran's slightly cautious temptation when facing the corpse general, the competition between Ye Feng and Yin Jiuyi is simple and direct.

"Qiangong Tianquan!"

Ye Feng whispered. The nine heavy martial arts in the virtual world is the strongest cultivation he has ever fought. He must not have any carelessness.

With all his strength, Ye Feng urged the "dry palace heavenly fist" that had been practiced to Dacheng. Suddenly, an ethereal artistic conception of heavenly attribute extended from his fist, making his fist meaning unreal and uncertain.

The fist power of Yin Jiuyi was also very powerful. With a strong strength and unstoppable momentum, he pushed forward towards Ye Feng.

He didn't even inspire his strength armor, so he came with such a simple and rough impact.

At the moment, there was a cruel smile in Yin Jiuyi's eyes.

He has only one purpose, that is to completely solve the boy in the shortest time. Therefore, Yin Jiuyi used about 70% of his own strength in this punch.

He reasonably believed that under such a powerful blow and explosion, let alone a guy who was only three times in the virtual realm, even those masters who were also nine times in the virtual realm should avoid the edge for the time being.

"I don't know how to live or die. I'm fighting with you in the empty world? Little bastard, you're more crazy than me..."