Chapter 592: Swallow the Demon

Xiao Yunsheng was slapped by a monk who turned into a dragon's secret realm, completely stunned, his mouth roared like a wounded beast. 【~
Ye Fan followed up, pinched the seal with his right hand and pressed it down. This time he straightened his eyebrows to cut open his head.
Xiao Yunsheng stretched out his left hand to block it. If the eyebrows were broken, the sea of ​​knowledge would be destroyed. In that case, even the most powerful could not survive.
Xiuwei reached his state, even if his limbs were broken, he could be regenerated. Only the consciousness can't hurt, and the mark of the soul is gone, this person will no longer exist.
\"boom!"
Ye Fan's shot was still the Baoshan Seal. He moved forward, and his right hand was as dark as a mountain. It shattered the law interwoven by divine power and attacked.
\ "Click!"
Xiao Yunsheng's left hand spasmed Li, and then twisted and deformed, resulting in a severe fracture. The severe pain made his face ugly and cold sweat came out.
\ "Poo"
Ye Fan's black mountain formed by his right hand kept pushing down, and the force was sinking. This was the confrontation of pure flesh. Xiao Yunsheng's palm finally broke and became a mass of meat.
A powerful body is so strong, but it is not enough to see in front of Ye Fan, he was smashed by his peak strength.
\ "Ah ..." Xiao Yunsheng shouted and leaned back to avoid the blow that would cut his head.
Ye Fan's right hand pressed down, almost touching his frontal bone, Xiao Yunsheng's dead souls were risking, no matter what face, he fell straight to the ground and rolled on the spot.
\"boom"
Ye Fan followed up in three steps, and the right caster moved up, violently smashed it down, and it weighed a million!
\ "Slap!"
This foot can be said to be quite fierce, especially spicy. The sole of the foot stepped on his chest, and a dozen sternums were broken at that time.
\ "Poo"
Xiao Yunsheng's mouth was a big mouthful of blood. At this moment, all his internal organs were cracked. This foot almost passed through his chest and pushed him through.
\"boom!"
Ye Fan continued to strike, this time mercilessly, stepping on his frontal bone, apparently wanted to smash his head and kill him.
All of this was born in a flash, so fast that people couldn't stop it, and all movements were born in an instant.
\ "Stop it!"
There was someone drinking next to him. Xiao Taishi had a dozen pieces of collectors on top of his head, and he rushed to the crown with anger. He threw himself like an old lion.
\"boom!"
Ye Fan was unmoved, his right foot stomped violently, stepped on Xiao Yunsheng's eyebrow, if he stepped on, even the most powerful would die.
\ "Poof!"
At the critical moment, Xiao Yunsheng spit out a congenital sperm blood, and turned into a party, the idle man waited to retreat! "Yang-Yang's Wang Yang's battles are revisited.
Nanling demon lord, state emperor, Ximo monk, etc. stepped forward and forced many people out, so people could not get close.
\ "And you, hurry up and leave!" Wang Yangzhan's side, a powerful person shouted at Ye Fan and others, his face was calm and fearless.
\ "Forgot the pain just now?" The old blind man sneered.
\ "This place is not a place where everyone can stay ..." Wang Yangzhan said here, the life and death gas above his head manifested and appeared.
Both red and black linger, if one side of the sky sinks down, everyone must be suppressed, and every high-level character has a suffocating feeling.
\ "The weapon of the ancient saint!"
Many people are pale, even though they are holy masters, they are also very distraught. They never thought that someone had sacrificed the saint ’s weapon, and they could definitely sweep a piece.
The kind of power is hardly antagonizable by human power. In the age when the saint was difficult to be born, holding this weapon is almost invincible [cover the sky].
\ "Is this a legendary yin-yang mirror?" People thought of this weapon, which is almost mythical and legendary, without discoloration.
This is a saint who has been handed down for more than 200,000 years in the world. It has been immortal and is one of the most terrible ancient saints.
Not every saint can sacrifice a weapon that matches his own realm, because that kind of material is too hard to find.
Is just like the great emperor looking for the blood red gold, the mother gas of all things, and the green gold of the fairy tears, but it is hard to come by.
The weapons that ancient saints sacrificed with ordinary materials ranged from tens of thousands of years to as many as 100,000 years.
Only the level saint weapon produced by the peerless gods can survive forever. It is called the saint of the handed down and it is hard to find in the world.
\ "No, it ’s not the invincible paladin, the invincible plane that did n’t destroy everything."
\ "It is an ancient mirror imitated by the Yin-Yang religion 50,000 years ago. Although it came from the hand of a saint, it was not cast by a peerless god. It has passed tens of thousands of years and has been half destroyed!
\ "However, there are still very powerful saint popular machines, other weapons can't resist!"
People are going backwards. Many people have pale faces, knowing that they can't compete with the Yin-Yang religion.
Although the yin and yang religious people are fearless, they have not dared to disrespect the immortal dynasty people, and they have walked out of the inheritance of the human clan emperor. The heritage is unpredictable.
However, they did not pretend to Ye Fan and others, Xiao Yunsheng who stood with them even gritted his teeth and shouted: \ "Go over!"
\ "Old blind man, my damaged saint weapon, even in this special place that suppresses the divine power, is enough to destroy all of you." Wang Yangzhan, the old master of the Yin Yang religion, said casually, \ "Look at In the face of the undead old legend, I will let you go.
However, several of them must die. "
He stared at Ye Fan, Dongfang Ye, Duan De, and then locked the broken bowl, to take possession of himself.
On the vast jade platform, it suddenly calmed down. Everyone knew that even the saint weapon that had been damaged by the power of the years could kill many masters.
\ "That fat man, bring your bowl!" Wang Yangzhan was indifferent and relentless, demanding a few body protection treasures.
At this juncture of life and death, Duan De's expression was unpredictable, and he gritted his teeth for a while, and then his eyes flashed again.
\ "A few of you ants are dead!" Xiao Yunsheng gritted his teeth, extremely resentful, and said: \ "The dead fat man, quickly hand over the bowl"
\ "Damn, I really thought I ’d eat Lao Tzu?" Duan De gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind that a terrible breath flowed from the broken bowl above his head.
\ "嚓嚓!"
The bowl was cracked, tens of thousands of black lights rushed out, a quaint pottery cover came out, floated in the void, and there was a ghost face imprint on it.
\ "It looks familiar, very similar to a rumor recorded in an ancient book!"
\ "I remembered, ghost ... that was the imprint of the emperor who swallowed the sky. The lid of this clay pot is the imperial soldier."
\ "Ancient Devouring the Devil ’s Pot ... It ’s Donghuang ’s extreme weapon. Oh my god, the long-lost magic pot lid was born!"
Many people are terrified and can't help but go backwards, which makes people feel cold, and a broken bowl contains half of the extremely imperial soldiers!
\ "Do n’t be afraid, half of the polar weapons ca n’t be recovered unless the saints come, or no one can urge them and they ca n’t wield the great immortal power."
\ "Then you try it!"
\ "Ca n’t sway Emperor Wei, but also can suppress the weapons of ancient saints!"
There was a riot on the jade platform, and no one was surprised, and all went backwards.
Ye Fan is also an open-mouthed, ancient emperor swallowing the devil's pot, the most critical part of which is actually in Duan Deshou, hidden in a broken bowl.
\ "Do n’t dare to show it in front of me when I took a broken mirror?" Duan De raised his head and calmed down, saying: \ "You ’re done, you have offended me! In the future, I will dig your ancestor ’s tomb each time My own cemetery is left to me to dig! "