Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

"Crack!"

The cyan mask shattered, and a powerful energy riot erupted.

Linghuang and Ye Fan were both pushed back a hundred meters away.

Linghuang held his breath, looked at Ye Fan, his eyes were full of surprise: "You are very good! You are the strongest warrior I have ever seen in my life! Not even weaker than those Xuanmen old monsters!"

Stabilizing the restless Qi and blood, Ye Fan's face was calm, and he said indifferently: "We are each other! We are worthy of being the Linghuang, who holds the blood thunder, tears the space with his hands, shrinks the ground into an inch, and can control the supernatural powers. Control part of the power of heaven and earth, and gather your own domain!"

"Hahaha, you do have some knowledge. I didn't expect Wuxiu to understand my spiritual cultivation!"

Linghuang seemed to be talking with an old friend, the murderous intent in his heart was still there, but his tone was much calmer.

However, as soon as the words fell, Linghuang drew his hands in the void: "The nether space, lock!"

"Om!"

Suddenly, the space around Ye Fan fluctuated and turned into darkness, and all the brilliance seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.

It was a nether prison, similar to the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand.

Inside the prison, countless dark skeleton soldiers suddenly condensed.

These skeleton soldiers exude a powerful aura, and none of them is weaker than the spirit general.

Ye Fan frowned, looked around, and observed the space.

Suddenly, a sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth, his energy and blood fluttered, and the thunder gang released.

These skeleton soldiers were blasted in the blink of an eye, their fists clenched tightly, and thunder, blood, etc. were all condensed on them.

"Boom!"

Raising his fist and bombarding the Nether Space, there were thousands of punches in an instant, and with a click, the Nether Space was shattered, and Ye Fan got rid of its shackles.

Breaking free from the Nether Space, Ye Fan raised his hand and slashed at Linghuang.

Dao Gang and Lei Ting converged into Jackie Chan and blasted Xiang Linghuang.

The proud Linghuang never expected Ye Fan to break free from the prison of the Nether Space so easily.

Seeing the coming knife gang, flashing with thunder, it dodged in a hurry.

"Boom!"

This knife almost passed Linghuang, and fell directly on the mountain behind him.

The mountain peak exploded, torn apart, and collapsed with a bang, rubble shot out, and the roar shook the sky.

"Ghost Spear!"

A spear emitting a faint glow shot out from the Linghuang's red robe. The spear was all black and gave off a dazzling cold glow.

I saw Linghuang's two fingers and the sword, manipulating the spear, tearing the sky, dragging long black traces on the sky, and bombarding towards Ye Fan.

"So fast!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but exclaimed, this speed was faster than the Shushan Imperial Sword Technique he controlled.

The Nether Spear, seemingly ignoring the distance, came to Ye Fan in an instant, trying to pierce through his heart.

In desperation, Ye Fan had no choice but to pull back, the Nether Spear turned into a streamer, and hit a mountain behind him like a comet hitting the earth.

The Nether Spear pierced through the mountain peak and broke it in half.

The huge force, oscillating endlessly, shattered the broken mountain peak into fine powder, causing smoke and dust to billow up into the sky.

Chapter 979: Magic Mao Art, Possession of the Underworld God!

"Let you see, my emperor's magic trick!"

Linghuang sneered, and muttered: "One life is two, two is three, three is all things!"

As the Linghuang spell fell, in an instant, the diseased spear turned into thousands of spears.

Thousands of ghost spears form concentric circles.

All of a sudden, the Nether Lance burst out wisps of faint light.

Wherever the dim light reaches, everything is destroyed like tofu.

"The magic grass technique is so terrifying, the Spirit Emperor has such power!"

Frost's face showed worry.

Tingting also hastily reminded: "Master, be careful!"

Seeing thousands of ghost spears surrounding him, they all shot towards him.

Ye Fan didn't dare to be careless, so he concentrated on it.

"Om!"

Ye Fan's thunder was condensed, and the thunder gangs around him were condensed, and he punched away.

"Buzz!"

Thousands of ghost spears stabbed at Ye Fan's whole body.