Chapter 1649: Traitor shot

"Back to the top? You are dreaming!"
Ye Fan immediately roared and responded.
Nether messengers can swallow their blood and strength after death. This is indeed a big problem, and Ye Fan will never let it succeed.
"Ye Fan, especially you, I swear in the name of the Nether Clan, I will make you better than death, and be buried with the protector and Ziyou!"
The burning eyes of the Nether Envoy looked at Ye Fan, as if to burn it to ashes.
"Come on then!"
Ye Fan replied, and at the same time suddenly turned to Lingxin and said, "Xin'er, protect these people and don't let them die again!"
Lingxin nodded and gave encouraging eyes.
Ye Fan's words made her understand that the death of the green-haired man was not the end of the battle, but the beginning.
All this is the conspiracy of the nether messenger, he wants to swallow the blood of these geniuses to restore the peak, even his own people will not let go.
"Xihuang Longmai, you have become the biggest winner, now let's see how strong you can be!"
The Nether Envoy was very interested, and the bone claws fell again and patted Ye Fan who was rushing from below.
Under the bones and claws like a small hill, Ye Fan's body is insignificant, just like the difference between ants and humans.
"The sword points to the heavens, break it for me!"
Facing the bone claws, Ye Fan didn't stay any longer, directly raised the Heavenly Sword and stabbed it upward.
"puff……"
Ye Fan is like a sharp dagger, directly piercing the bone claw, passing through the center, but for the nether messenger, it is somewhat painless and itchy.
"Indeed a lot!"
The Nether Envoy murmured, and the hollow in his palm quickly recovered.
Ye Fan frowned when he saw this scene. The Nether Envoy was extremely deep. He was an ancient powerhouse, and he could not see through it at first glance. After this temptation, he still did not see through the strength of the Nether Envoy.
You can instantly recover from being hit by the Heavenly Sword, isn't it a high-grade saint already?
"Now it's my turn!"
After a tentative blow, the Nether Envoy suddenly became serious, a faint black light filled his body, raised the bone knife, and slashed towards Ye Fan.
"Roar……"
A dragon roar sounded, and Ye Fan's cloned wild dragon rushed up, exuding boundless dragon power, and collided with the bone knife.
And Ye Fan's body took this opportunity to fly into the sky, came to the top, and slashed towards the skull of the Nether Envoy.
"Dare to deceive!"
The Nether Envoy screamed, and the flame in his eyes came out directly, burning towards Ye Fan's body.
"brush!"
The flame in the eyes of the Nether Envoy was extremely cold and immediately surrounded Ye Fan's body.
The flame brought a sense of crisis to Ye Fan, forcibly isolated by the power of the sacred spine under a hundred times the bloodline.
"It's cheaper to let you die in my dark fire!"
The Nether Envoy murmured secretly, and at the same time, it was a pity that he hadn't planned to kill Ye Fan so simply.
"Break the fire in a mere way, I can't trap me!"
Ye Fan roared, and the Nether Fire made Ye Fan roughly understand the strength of the Nether Envoy.
Perhaps he has not yet entered the high-grade saint, but it is already infinitely close, much stronger than Ye Fan under the power of a hundred times the bloodline.
This is also the foundation of the ancient powerhouse.
In a state of emergency, Ye Fan's mind plunged into the Dantian he hadn't paid attention to for a long time.
In a corner of the pubic area, a pitch-black vortex was spinning in an orderly manner, revealing a frightening atmosphere.
"The power of hell's reincarnation, burst out!"
Ye Fan roared, the power of the sacred ridge around his body gradually dissipated, and countless dark vortexes appeared around his body, driving the entire world to become gloomy.
"The power of hell!"
The flames in the eyes of the nether messenger trembled violently, revealing his surprise.
"boom!"
The Hell of Black Flame has appeared in the air, causing the world to change, revealing a cold and terrifying feeling.
There was also the sound of howling ghosts and wolves.
"puff……"
The Nether Fire around Ye Fan was extinguished forcibly, and huge pressure was transferred to the Nether Envoy's heart.
"Unexpectedly, you still practice the power of the six reincarnations!"
The nether messenger made a somewhat helpless voice, with its power at the moment, it was difficult to resist the power of hell, only to escape.
However, in such a good situation, how could the Nether Envoy leave willingly.
"Netherworld disciple, give your life for me!"
The Nether Envoy murmured, and at the same time the bone claw fell downward again, the purpose was to kill him.
"Do not……"
Below, in addition to Qiankun disciples and foreign aid disciples, there are still several Nether Clan kings and Righteous Soul Realm disciples.
The former were both protected by Lingxin and Li Nianyi, so the Nether Envoy could only attack his own.
"brush……"
Under one claw, the remaining hundreds of disciples of the Nether Clan were all turned into blood mist, unable to even struggle.
Seeing this shocking scene, many foreign aid disciples all had facial twitches, presumably this was the horror of the Nether Clan.
Important moments, even oneself will not let go.
A dozen kings just died like this.
"not good!"
Although Ye Fan has turned into hell, he sees all this in his eyes and becomes anxious in his heart.
Having swallowed so much power, the Nether Envoy is afraid of the Hell of Black Flame.
Once he was broken out of the black flame hell, it was even more difficult to kill him with the strength of everyone present.
"Quack!"
After the Nether Envoy swallowed so much power, only a hoarse laugh was left.
At the same time, the black mist on his body instantly became denser several times, and the bone claws grabbed towards the sky.
"Crack!"
As if a thunderous sound appeared, Ye Fan's black flame covering the world was directly torn apart by the powerful force of the Nether Envoy.
Ye Fan's body also fell from the air, his face extremely pale.
"Ye Fan..."
Seeing this, Lingxin hurriedly greeted him and caught it in midair, his face full of distress and worry.
"I'm fine!"
Ye Fan shook his head and quickly stood firm in the air.
"Unexpectedly, I would lose!"
Ye Fan laughed at himself, this time passed so smoothly, and the huge gap made him somewhat unable to react.
The nether messenger gave him a great awakening.
"Ye Fan, you are already very strong, he is an ancient powerhouse, we are invincible, it is normal!"
Lingxin was very afraid of Ye Fan's depression, and quickly comforted.
"I understand, but if you don't defeat him, everyone will die today; if you don't kill him, the entire universe will suffer!"
Ye Fan's eyes soon gave birth to endless fighting spirit.
It wasn't that he was negative, just a little emotional.
"Boy, no one can stop the rejuvenation of the Nether Clan, not even the Eight Ancient Clan. You don't have to daydream, and you should be obedient to die!"
The Nether Envoy said in the air, and at the same time the bone claws fell again, the power increased several dozen times compared with the previous one.