Chapter 439: Demon Killer

"Old thing, do you do it yourself and let me come"
Ye Yang looked at the old monster, and the corners of his mouth appeared, sneer exactly like the previous one, which made everyone cold.
The old Demon's eyes narrowed, and a dignified appearance appeared on the old face like tree bark. He actually felt great pressure from this master kid.
"You are Ye Yang?"
"Old ghost, you're right," Ye Yang said lightly.
The old demons took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the anger in his heart. "You are so confident in dealing with me? You know I do n’t care."
Ye Yang glanced at him with a dull look, and said in disgust "I don't want to deal with you anymore"
"Oh?" The old demons' face was slightly loose, and his eyes froze slightly.
"I urge you to brag. You are too disgusting, no one is ghosts or ghosts, and it hits my desire to do it," Ye Yangbi said with a lip.
"Huangkou children, I think you're looking for death." The old demons finally got angry. He is very high in demon status, and it was the first time someone had used such a tone on him.
Looking at the old demons who thundered wildly, Ye Yang frowned. "This is the last chance, and the opportunity is not lost. If you don't cherish it, I'm afraid there is no such good thing."
"Go to death"
The old Demon Clan finally couldn't bear it, a bone whip appeared in his hand, and he fell to Ye Yang fiercely.
At the same time, a burst of magical energy erupted and spread for thousands of miles. With his whip, even the clouds in the sky broke.
"roll"
Ye Yang punched out a fist, the golden light exploded, and hit the bone whip. After the explosion, the bone fragment was shattered, and the old man of the clan vomited blood.
When the foot stepped on the ground, another fist was thrown, which sealed the world and left the old man nowhere to be avoided.
The old demons hadn't recovered from the first punch, Ye Yang's second punch had arrived, which scared him.
He finally learned about Ye Yang's horror from a blow just now. Ye Yang's power took a taboo power, could not tell the way, could not hide, could not carry it.
What he didn't know was that after Ye Yang's advanced third-order dragon elephant dark gold body, his body's strength had a great variation.
In one punch, not only the power of the self, the power of the world, but also the spiritual and soul powers are included.
This is not his own comprehension, but after he came out of the magic pit of the ancients, it merged by himself. Now he does n’t even want to use it separately.
What surprised Ye Yang, however, is that he now punches with one punch, and the four powers are superimposed on each other, just like the rune formation method, with great power.
When the old master of the demon saw Ye Yang's second fist coming, he hurled out the troll's head, and punched him on the chest with a big spit of blood on the troll's head.
The troll's head was nourished by his essence and blood, and he uttered a stern howl, rushing into Ye Yang's fist.
Seeing the troll's head, Ye Yang didn't change at all, but punched it.
"boom"
Ye Yang's fist slammed on the troll's head, and a bang sounded, but to Ye's surprise, the troll's head was not smashed, it was just smashed out of a fist-shaped pit.
Seeing Ye Yang didn't break the troll's head, the old demons hurriedly recalled the troll's head, and another spurt of blood spewed out, directing the troll's head to smash.
Ye Yang couldn't help but have a weird expression. Was this old devil confused? Fight with me with blood? OK, let me see how much blood you have to spray.
"boom"
Ye Yang smashed again with a punch, forcing the troll's head back. The old demons really spit blood again, and the troll's head continued to attack Ye Yang.
"Bang bang bang ..."
"Hmm ..."
The people around them looked at this dull, monotonous, repetitive attack method stupidly, and their faces became extremely strange.
Two people are like playing a ball, pat the head of that troll, but every time they go back and forth, the old demon will spray a spit of blood.
After dozens of round trips, the old man's original thin face turned into a black, without a trace of blood.
After Ye Yang punched the troll's head back with a punch, he was surprised that the old demon didn't hit the troll's head, but stared at him with a smile on his mouth.
"What? No more playing?" Ye Yang said lightly.
"Hahaha, boy, you got the old man's blood curse, and you don't know, you're stupid enough." The old Devil tribe laughed and was very proud.
Everyone was surprised when they heard the old man's words, and only some of the demons who stood on the sidelines laughed.
The messenger of the Yuan Ming looked at Ye Yang and was surprised, "Ye Yang, you must rush to resist the curse. I will take you to see the Lord Lord."
"Haha, it's over, now he only has no more than two breaths. Are you the old man who sprayed so much blood, is it white?" The old demons disdain.
Ye Yang looked at the dark red color of his palms and penetrated into the surface of the skin. He spread his hands and asked, "Do you mean the blood curse?"
"Yes, this is the blood curse of our Protoss. He will be immersed in your body. Without a breath time, you will become a pool of blood." The old demons proudly said.
"Ye Yang, cut your arm down quickly," the messenger Yuanming hurried. Because even if you stand your arm down, as long as you have the elixir, you can grow it, but it just loses some flexibility, and you can practice it later.
"But I'm scared." Ye Yang said a little embarrassed.
"You ... you really want to anger me" The messenger of Yuanming almost didn't get up, and finally came out with such a sentence.
But after saying this, he found that Ye Yang's face was not anxious at all, obviously he was not worried.
Sure enough, the two breaths passed. Ye Yang's hands were still flushed, but there was nothing strange about it. It was the same when the breath passed.
Ye Yang waited impatiently, and asked, "Old ghost, what blood do you say? Why haven't they appeared yet?"
"This ... this looks like it shouldn't be so much," murmured the old man of the Demons looking at Ye Yang's hands.
Because the red on Ye Yang's palm is the performance of the blood curse, and the blood curse, even if the arms are cut, it will still be useless, and it will still turn into pus.
"This is simple. I guess you didn't get it right. Let's try again." Ye Yang shook his head.
The old monster of the demons stunned and asked casually, "How to try?"
"I dropped it and tried again." After speaking, a layer of lightning appeared in Ye Yang's hands. With the appearance of the lightning, the blood-red skin slowly disappeared and disappeared in less than a breath.
Ye Yang waved his hands back to normal. "Okay, you continue to vomit blood, I continue to play."
"puff"
The old demons spit blood again, but this time instead of spraying on the troll's head, it was spit on the ground, which was lifted by Ye Yang.
"Well, you missed the shot," Ye Yang reminded earnestly.
"puff"
Although the old man of the Demon Clan tried to cover his mouth, it may be because he was used to vomiting blood and vomiting, and he couldn't stop at all.
"I find that I admire you more and more, vomiting blood can spit out tricks," Ye Yang exclaimed with a thumb.
"You ..." Just said a word, and almost spit blood, but this time he used great perseverance to hold back.
"You have been playing with me"
"Well, it's not bad, you can see it so quickly" Ye Yang laughed.
Then his face became stale, his smile disappeared, and he looked at him coldly, "Old ghost, now the game is over, your hands are stained with the blood of innocent humans. Today I will let you taste the taste."
Ye Yang stretched out his hand and smashed his fist at the old demons. The boxing trembled, and even those who watched in the distance were pale, and they were shocked by the concept of this fist.
They then realized that Ye Yang was serious at this time. The previous battle was just playing him as the old man of the demons said.
The old man of the Demon Clan felt a numb scalp as soon as Ye Yang attacked, and he was locked.
Without any hesitation, he punched his chest fiercely, and a blood arrow was sprayed on the troll's head, blocking it in front of him.
"puff"
But this time it's different. Ye Yang smashed the troll's head with a punch. A real troll's head couldn't bear this horrible power, and it was instantly split.
And behind the troll's head, the old man of the Demon Clan, holding his head and mourning in a moment, when the troll's head was broken.
But Mourning had just remembered, as if it had been cut off with a stab, because a large golden hand pinched his throat.
"I said you would regret it, and now it is the price you pay for killing the innocent," Ye Yang's voice was ruthless.
Suddenly Ye Yang's hands were full of the power of thunder, and the old demons trembled and the smoke came out, apparently suffering extreme pain.
Ye Yang suddenly moved in his heart, how could he almost forget this, and reached out and held a horn on the old man's head.
"Snapped"
This voice made everyone stunned, because after this voice, the old demons horn was stunned by Ye Yang, and the roots were still flesh and blood.
"Jiu Xuan, are you okay?" Ye Yang asked.
"No problem, I suppress it," Jiuxuan responded.
Now that Jiu Xuan is awakened, he can perfectly suppress his cultivation and make his foundation extremely solid.
If it wasn't for Jiu Xuan's presence, he would have been unable to suppress it and break through to the sacred realm. In the days when Jiu Xuan was asleep, he couldn't control his cultivation and caused some defects. If Jiu Xuan was awake, , This task is left to it.
Ye Yang stretched out his big hand, and the God-killing tactic worked. The devil's horn in his hand emitted a blue smoke. The devil's horn slowly disappeared, and an extremely pure and powerful force was introduced into Ye Yang's palm.
"Hey, the power of the devil is really pure, continue," Jiu Xuan praised.
Ye Yang didn't hesitate and took down the other horn, but after absorbing the devil's horn, Ye Yang was dismayed to find that the old man of the demons was out of breath.
Throwing the demon to the ground, a celestial powerhouse falls.
Ye Yang didn't take a look at the onlookers outside, bowing and saluting the messenger of Yuan and Ming, "Senior, let's go back"
The messenger of Yuanming nodded, took the three of them on a flying boat, and flew towards Xiandian.