Chapter 1912: Soul festival

"puff……"
In the end, Ming Xuan finally exploded with a force, forcibly freed from the entanglement of the blood dragon, his body shot backward and landed on the ground a kilometer away.
Although he is out of trouble, Ming Xuan's situation is definitely not optimistic, and his body is covered with dense sword wounds, as well as the wounds caused by the blood dragon.
At this moment, even the Heavenly Spirit Eucharist seemed a little weak.
"Ming Xuan, don't you still accept your fate?"
Ye Fan didn't panic, and followed him.
"I am the son of ancient Netherworld, and I will never lose to your hands!"
Ming Xuan was panting, with a hideous face, unwilling to growl.
"What can the son of the ancient Netherworld do? Can you be invincible in the world? You have already lost today!"
Ye Fan asked repeatedly, and finally concluded.
At this moment, the power of one hundred and eighty times the blood lingering around him is the power that governs everything.
"No... I didn't lose, I will kill you and smash you into pieces!"
Mingxuan's eyes had a stubborn obsession, like a demon from hell, his mind was going crazy, and this failure made him hard to accept.
"Young Master Mingxuan, the death of the disciples of Netherworld is so heavy, only less than a quarter is left!"
At this moment, Siam Ming Jiang got rid of You Lion and hurriedly came to Ming Xuan's side.
She did not approve of Mingxuan fighting Ye Fan, and now she should seek a retreat first.
But if they don't tell the victory or defeat, Ming Xuan also don't want to break the barrier.
What Siam Mingjiang was most dissatisfied with was Ming Xuan's previous promise.
Defeating Ye Fan became a joke.
"A quarter!"
Hearing this number, Ming Xuan's figure was shocked, and he felt that he heard another bad news.
The battle between him and Ye Fan seemed to be long, but in fact it was very fast. It has only been a few minutes now.
However, in just a few minutes, the Netherworld disciples had already died 600,000 people, and the remaining 200,000, I'm afraid they will die faster.
What a battle, it's a one-sided slaughter!
"Ye Fan, you bastard!"
Ming Xuan looked at the opponent he could no longer defeat, and the hatred in his heart rose to a higher level.
If his eyes could kill at this moment, Ye Fan must have died countless times.
Ye Fan laughed when he heard the Siamese general’s announcement, and said with emotion: "Ming Xuan, you finally feel the pain of being slaughtered. Isn’t this what you have been doing? Who is the real one? Devil and bastard, you know better than me, right?"
"A group of ants, it is not a pity to die, you should feel honored to be our flesh!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ming Xuan's face became even more terrifying, and he forcibly explained.
"People have strengths and weaknesses, but there is no distinction between high and low. There is only one dead end for your thoughts!"
Ye Fan suddenly lost interest in talking when he heard Mingxuan's words.
If it were not for psychopathy, the Nether Clan would not have done so many maddening things.
Ye Fan can also swallow the strong to improve his strength, but he will never kill people inexplicably, he will only use Demon God to devour the enemy.
"Young Master Mingxuan, don't say so much now, just think of a way, we must break the barrier, otherwise we really have to stay here today!"
Siam Ming will be anxious aside.
While there are still 200,000 people, there is still hope to rush out at this moment.
"If we don't beat this person, we can't get out, but this person has made too much progress!"
Ming Xuan's yin and cold eyes had been looking at Ye Fan on the opposite side, and he was a little weak in the end.
"I have a way to deal with him."
Siam Ming Jiang glanced at Ye Fan, and suddenly spoke softly in Ming Xuan's ear.
"Oh, then come quickly, I must kill him!"
Before Ye Fan could react, Ming Xuan's eyes became hot, as if he had seen a new hope.
"dream!"
Ye Fan rushed up when he saw this, he naturally didn't want to give Ming Xuan any more opportunities.
"Thunder is everywhere!"
Ming Xuan yelled violently. Even though he was not Ye Fan's opponent, as a powerhouse in the realm of fusion, Ye Fan really wanted to kill him is not that simple.
"Swipe!"
After saying that, Ming Xuan's body suddenly shot out a thunder with the thickness of his arm, and it revolved around his body.
"Boom boom!"
Under the successive attacks of Ye Fan Tianjian, Thunder continued to disperse, and Ming Xuan's body continued to violently retreat, but did not suffer any substantial damage.
These thunders are like a tortoise shell, defending Ming Xuan with all their strength, and it takes a certain amount of time to break through.
During this period, the Siamese master had already whispered to himself: "Send my soul, the soul of the sky, strengthen me, and destroy the enemy!"
"brush……"
While Siam Mingjiang spoke, he stretched out his skeleton-like fingers and pointed at Ming Xuan who was struggling to resist.
"Wow..."
The soul villain behind Ming Xuan appeared spontaneously, and the powerful soul power that burst out forced Ye Fan back a few steps in an instant.
Ye Fan didn't chase and kill again, but watched this scene with shocked eyes.
Because Ming Xuan's soul villain is undergoing extremely terrifying changes, half of the soul villain's body is slowly dissolving.
"No, this is the soul sacrificial formation!"
Seeing this weird scene, the expressions of Lai Zhiqing and Ge Guangyi below all changed, extremely ugly.
"What is the soul sacrifice array?"
Ye Fan's confused voice came in midair, and at this moment he also frowned.
Because the spirit power formed by the great formation made him temporarily unable to approach.
"The soul sacrificial formation can sacrifice half of the soul's power and inspire stronger soul power."
Lai Zhiqing explained with a serious face.
"Although his soul originated from ancient times, it is nothing more than that!"
After taking a look, Ye Fan shook his head.
Ming Xuan couldn't even restore his cultivation to the peak period, let alone his soul. In the eyes of Ye Fan who cultivated the Eight Desolation Soul Skills, Ming Xuan's soul power was really not good.
"Ye Fan, it's not that simple, the same sacrifices are also made of the dead souls of the Nether Clan!"
Lai Zhiqing quickly reminded.
"what?"
Hearing this scene, Ye Fan was finally shocked. He suddenly looked down at the battlefield that turned into a of blood. He saw a glimmer of soul converging into the soul villain of Ming Xuan, strengthening his soul power and speed. Extremely fast.
"Sacrifice half and get more!"
Ye Fan suddenly reacted, his heart sinking slightly.
Having grown up like this by Ming Xuan, he might really turn defeat into victory.
"Siam Prophet, go to death!"
Unable to get close to Ming Xuan for the time being, Ye Fan immediately raised his Heavenly Sword and attacked the Siamese Pluto commanding the formation.
"puff!"
Under the strength of Ye Fan's 180 times the bloodline, the protective array around Siam Mingjiang's body was completely a piece of thin paper, which was directly smashed and vomited blood and flew out.
She didn't have a heavenly body, and the damage suffered by this blow surpassed Mingxuan.
"Haha...hahaha!"
Even though he was seriously injured in an instant, the Siamese Pluto laughed loudly and proudly said, "Ye Fan, the soul sacrificial formation has already been activated, and it cannot be terminated. You kill me, it will only make my soul become a ghost. Xuan’s nourishment, he will become stronger then!"