Chapter 285: Hundreds of ghosts cross, ghosts are crying! (Make up one)

"impossible!"
Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen unbelievably, and hissed exhaustedly: "How can you be Ye Nankang, this is absolutely impossible!"
If you look closely, the whole person is shaking slightly when he says this.
Ye Nankang!
These three words represent too much!
It represents endless killings and decisiveness, and the number of dead in his hands is endless. There are as many as one or twenty martial arts masters alone.
Representing the supreme combat power and status, Grand Master of Martial Arts, Master of Heng Lian, No. 1 in the list, No. 1 in China!
It can be said that the three words Ye Nankang are the myth of martial arts in the whole of China, and a nightmare for countless people.
Therefore, after hearing Ye Chen saying that he is Ye Nankang, Murong Yang and Fu Lao's reaction will be so great, even fear.
"Yes, this kid can never be Ye Nankang, Master Murong. Don't be fooled. He is intentionally scaring us."
Fu Lao forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, looking at Ye Chen's eyes full of murder: "boy, give me death!"
The voice fell.
I saw that he quickly came up with a weird French seal, like a hexagonal star, containing six directions. The French seal was 10%, and a yin qi blew from six directions.
This wicked atmosphere is extremely cold, as long as ordinary people get a trace of it, they will catch a cold and fever, and they will die on the spot.
"Boy, let you see my Liuyin robbers, and you can die under it. You have laughed at Hanquan!"
The endless yin and qi converged in the seals of his law, and finally turned into a torrent of overwhelming rush to Ye Chen.
This is the means of Tong Xuan.
Although it does not rely on the physical strength of the ancient martial arts, it can use the mysterious method to fight the enemy!
This six-yin capture of the evil spirits was achieved by Fu Lao after more than 20 years of hard work. In addition, as a late stage of the path, with full exertion, the power is enough to beat the ancient martial artist at the peak of the pulse.
Everyone touches it immediately, and when the ancient warrior touches it, the flesh will be corroded by the evil spirit in an instant, and even the soul will be affected!
Thinking of this, Fu Lao couldn't help showing sneer and pride, as if to see Ye Chen's terrible end.
But next moment.
Immediately a ghostly expression appeared on his face.
I saw Ye Chen facing the yin torrent rushing to her, and suddenly opened her mouth to take a sip, and suddenly formed an air vortex in front of her.
Under this vortex of air, Ye Chen's torrent of rushing away was suddenly sucked into his mouth by Ye Chen.
"This ... how is this possible!"
Fu old widened his eyes.
That is the evil spirit, which is extremely harmful to the living body. Instead of hiding, Ye Chen swallowed it?
Even Yao Huayuan, a master of spiritual medicine, who is a master of magical spirits, dare not do this?
Aside Murong Yang was shocked.
"belch!"
Ye Chen spit out a stale gas and said, "Is this your means? Not enough, far from enough, is there anything more powerful?"
He is the body of the immortal, and even the thunderous solstice between heaven and earth did not hurt him at all, let alone the evil spirit.
"You ... who the are you?"
Fu Lao finally panicked.
"I said, I'm Ye Nankang!"
Ye Chen stepped towards him step by step.
"Ye Nankang is an ancient warrior. How could you have such a method?" Fu Lao roared and said in a hurry: "Master Murong, not yet? Or we will all die today!"
With him so growling.
Murong Yang suddenly awakened from the loss, pulling a pendant in front of her neck, which was a thumb-sized purple gourd with various patterns printed on it.
"Ye name, die for me!"
Murong Yang reached out and unplugged the purple gourd!
"Whirring whirring……"
There was a gust of wind blowing from the gourd mouth. This wind was getting stronger and stronger. After a while, it completely covered the entire third floor of the Maojia Hotel. Numerous screams screamed endlessly, and all the ghostly shadows ran towards them Ye Chen.
"Is this a ghoul ?!"
Fu old scalp tingling.
He had previously heard that Murong Yang had slaughtered a village of dozens of people and collected countless grievances in order to refine this instrument.
I didn't expect it to be true.
Facing the black gas from the howling, Ye Chen opened his mouth and yelled, and performed the Tianlong Eight Sounds: "Give me away!"
His voice was as immense as the rolling thunder, and like the roar of a real dragon, it was full of majesty.
Roll the word down.
Those black gas crumbled.
Then disappeared!
"puff!"
Murong Yang spit out a lot of blood, and his face became pale in an instant, without any trace of blood.
Ye Chen not only broke its technique, it also broke his corpse ghost gourd, and in a word he seriously hurt his mind.
"Sculptures of the worms, dare to make trouble in front of me, let you see what today is the real ghost magic weapon!"
Ye Chen chuckled, and suddenly a blackbird appeared in his hand. As soon as the blackbird appeared, the temperature in the room suddenly cooled down.
"Hundred ghosts!"
He waved the blackbird!
"boom!"
Endless black gas permeated from the black cormorant, with screams of utter sternness, illusory and stingy faces resentful.
In an instant.
The entire third floor of the Mao Family Hotel suddenly turned into ghosts and ghosts.
The hairs of Murong Yang's entire body exploded at that moment: "You ... how can you have such a terrible weapon?"
"not good!"
Fu Lao's face changed, and he lost his voice and horrified: "We've all guessed wrong, this boy is a god-powered creature, run, run away!"
He said that he took the lead in the direction of the door, and then there was endless black gas in front of him.
As soon as his left hand was out of the dark air, something came to bite the flesh.
"Ahhhh!"
Fu Lao screamed, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and found that his left hand turned into a piece of bone under his shoulders, without any flesh.
Seeing this scene, Murong Yang wanted his family's soul to fly away, and sat on the ground with a subconscious buttock: "Mr. Ye, no, don't kill me, my grandfather is a master of mastery, you can't kill me ..."
"If your grandpa dares to come to me, he will die too, you take a step!"
Ye Chen waved the Hundred Souls again, and dozens of black gas rushed directly to Murong Yang.
"Kakaka ..."
As the sound of chewing fell, there was an extra bone on the ground.
"Tongtong!"
Fu Lao knelt on the ground in fright, kneeling step by step towards Ye Chen, fearing again and again: "Mr. Ye, forgive me, forgive me, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to go back and bring you tiger bone flowers!"
"I've given you a chance!"
Ye Chen shook his head slightly, pressed his palm against his head, and forcibly performed the soul-searching technique. Fu Lao uttered various screams in pain, but could not struggle.
Not long.
Ye Chen slowly withdrew his hand, his face changed a few times, and finally smiled coldly: "Yao Bingyu, you have really returned to the mountain of magic medicine, you are lucky!"
"But do you think you can rely on Ye Chen's account in this way? It's too simple to think about it. In this case, you can take your life back to pay it!"
(Ps: This chapter makes up the shortfall. There is still one chapter left.)