Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Swipe..."

The moment these words fell, hundreds of powerful auras suddenly emerged in the valley, and they surrounded Ye Fan and the others in an instant.

These people, ranging from the peak of the righteous energy realm to the peak of the righteous soul realm, are all strong in these two realms.

"So you guys were prepared!"

Lingxin's complexion was slightly heavy. She chose the day of the attack at will. At the same time, only Qiankun disciples and foreign aid disciples knew about it. Could it be that there was a traitor?

"Miss Lingxin, since you want to bring a group to your door, we naturally have to accept it!"

A negative sound came from behind the crowd.

I saw that this was a man with green hair on his head, with a dozen people behind him.

Seeing this pedestrian appear, Lingxin was finally shocked.

What is surging in these people is the breath of the king.

"Seventeen kings!"

Ye Fan counted it carefully, and his expression sank for the first time.

The background of this nether clan is really shocking.

Moreover, the aura of the first green-haired man was already strong to the extreme, as if he could break through at any time.

"Evil thief, what about the number of you? It's just a group of wild people, even if it is a king, it must not be much stronger!"

Meng Lun and others were also shocked at the moment, but they had thoughts of self-comfort.

They are all geniuses, with one enemy and one hundred, so think about it, the seventeen kings are not inevitable.

"silly!"

The green-haired man immediately yelled, as if he had been humiliated and humiliated, "We are a family of dignified ghosts. In our eyes, you group of foreign aid talents are true casual savages!"

"What? The Nether Clan!"

Upon hearing this, many foreign aid disciples trembled again, more shocked than seeing a dozen kings.

The evil thief in Lingxin's mouth, they always thought it was a thief with a profound background and who liked to make trouble.

I never thought it was an ancient race a million years ago.

"It seems that Lingxin didn't tell you the truth, it's really ridiculous!"

The green-haired man sneered.

"Lingxin, did you lie to us?"

In an instant, most of the foreign aid disciples all looked at Lingxin, Meng Lun's gaze became complicated, and a feeling of being deceived came into their hearts.

This is the Nether Clan, who almost wiped out the Shangrui Dynasty a million years ago. It is a terrifying ancient race comparable to the eight ancient tribes.

It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that the Nether Clan is the strongest ancient clan in terms of talent.

In order to join Yuxu Palace, it is really worthless to take such a big risk.

"Let me explain..."

Lingxin's pretty face changed slightly at this moment. He didn't expect the green-haired man to be so insidious, and he knew so much detail.

"What else are you explaining? We were all hurt by you today!"

A foreign aid disciple dominated by fear does not hesitate to roar at Lingxin.

Seeing this scene, the green-haired man smiled even more. It was just a small provocation, and the opponent was about to fall apart.

Ye Fan shook his head secretly when he saw this, and finally said: "Xin'er doesn't tell you the truth, because I don't want you to have too many scruples. It is the responsibility of everyone in the universe to deal with the Nether clan. You can have fear in your heart, but Don’t justify your own fears."

As soon as these words came out, some foreign aid disciples subconsciously quieted down.

"Now that the Nether Clan has come back, when you really have to join the Yuxu Palace, sooner or later you will go to war with the Nether Clan. Will it be the same as now, will you only blame Xin'er?"

Ye Fan immediately asked, causing some people to lower their heads.

"The most important point!"

Ye Fan continued to speak, paused specifically, and increased his tone of voice, "The Nether Clan is cruel and ruthless, but if you have a little brain, you can see that this is their provocation and separation. Now it is useless to blame the sky and others. You either die or desperately resist. select."

After the three sentences fell, the foreign aid disciples were completely speechless, and Ye Fan's words were reasonable.

The fact that Lingxin hides the Nether family has indeed, but as a genius, as a foreign aid, fear is useless at this moment.

Facing the brutal Nether Clan, there was no choice but to resist.

"I fought with them today!"

"Yes, fighting against the Nether Clan is the responsibility of every Tianyu citizen!"

Many foreign aid disciples suddenly woke up, full of enthusiasm.

"Boy, your speech is clever, I would like to see if your cultivation level can be so outstanding!"

Seeing that his conspiracy had been destroyed, the green-haired man looked at Ye Fan with a faint smile, his eyes full of killing intent.

"on!"

When the words fell, the man waved his hand to the people behind him.

"brush!"

Hundreds of Netherworld disciples, plus 16 king-level powerhouses, rushed towards Ye Fan and the others.

This battle can really scare many people back.

Fortunately, Ye Fan just aroused the **** nature of those foreign aid disciples, and could barely calm down.

"Kill!" Lingxin and Ye Fan yelled out after looking at each other.

"Boom!"

The breath of the crowd erupted continuously, causing the entire valley to tremble continuously.

People on both sides fought together in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and glanced at the green-haired man, but found that he had retreated to the back, proudly looking at the whole situation.

"Well, let's kill a few kings first!"

Ye Fan did not adopt the strategy of catching the thieves and the king first. At this moment, they are all weak in numbers.

With that in mind, Ye Fan rushed towards a nearby king.

"court death!"

Seeing that people like Ye Fan with righteous aura strength dared to provoke him, the king's eyes were full of disdain, and he dealt with Ye Fan at will.

"It's so good!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, the sky sword in his hand appeared, and a few sword flowers danced in the air, and finally he whispered: "The sword points to the heavens!"

"Wow!"

Infinite sword power has come to the king, and as the sky sword approaches, the strength of the king has gradually changed.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the power contained in the palm of the king was as fragile as cotton, directly pierced by the tip of the sword.

"brush……"

The Heavenly Sword continued to get close, and instantly penetrated the king's arm, and finally reached the chest.

"You...puff..."

The king's face was dull, he involuntarily spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell down.

"what!"

This scene happened so quickly that the green-haired man's face changed slightly.

A king, just died like that!

At the same time, a loud noise came from the other side, which once again attracted the attention of the green-haired man.

A king of the Nether clan was shattered by a punch of a handsome man and turned into a cloud of blood.

"Damn it!"

Two kings died in an instant, finally causing the green-haired man to scream and go to the battlefield.

"Go away!"

Ye Fan just wanted to fight, but suddenly a provocative gaze shot from the side, accompanied by an arrogant rant.