The terrifying killing intent turned into a true qi vortex, pulling hundreds of zhang of spiritual energy, and unexpectedly formed an energy vortex.

Although the black mist swung out by the Weeping Messenger was extremely extraordinary, it was still torn apart by Ye Chen in an instant.

"Hades is so strong?"

The face of the weeping messenger changed dramatically, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

This black mist is something that the Weeping Messenger has refined with the souls of thousands of people, and it is born with extremely strong resentment.

Even if it was a golden tree, it would never be possible to tear it apart so quickly in a short period of time.

The power of the main god displayed by Ye Chen made the weeping messenger extremely shocked.

Hurry up.

The weeping messenger knew that today's mission had failed, and immediately turned around and fled outside.

"Want to go?"

A heavy killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

Dare to make a move on Su Xiyue, Ye Chen will definitely not let the crying messenger slip away like this.

An assassination powerhouse comparable to a grandmaster, once he escapes, the consequences are unimaginable.

Ye Chen's body didn't move, but his right fist had already swung out.

Dazzling white light shone out from Ye Chen's fist, and a sun seemed to appear in the hall, emitting a dazzling white light.

A group of ordinary people not far away saw this white light, as if they were looking directly at the sun, and tears involuntarily left in their eyes, and they subconsciously closed their eyes.

With the appearance of this white light, a life-and-death crisis suddenly appeared in the heart of the crying messenger, and his face suddenly changed.

As one of the nine protectors of the world, the Weeping Messenger has a wide range of knowledge, except for Ye Chen, the king of Hades, he has had the privilege of seeing the sun god Apollo make a move.

But with the martial arts released by Apollo at that time, they were far less magical than Ye Chen.

The mortal fist technique can compete with the sun and the moon, and this kind of martial art has exceeded the expectations of the weeping messenger.

If he doesn't block this punch, I'm afraid his life will be confessed here today.

The crying messenger burst out, and a darker black mist instantly spread out, turning into a hideous grimace.

This grimace was as black as ink, emitting a black light, and the grimace was mixed with a hoarse roaring sound.

Jin Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

This grimace turned out to be not made up of true qi, but a large resentful spirit composed of a mass of resentful spirits.

How many people do you have to kill to condense so many resentful spirits?

"A hundred ghosts walk at night. ”

The crying messenger burst into a shout, and countless powerful ghosts roared towards Ye Chen's punch.

"Such a vicious exercise, you can't leave it today. ”

Ye Chen said indifferently, the dazzling white light was like the sun, and it collided with the Hundred Ghosts of the Weeping Messenger.

The violent air currents spread out in all directions, and cracks appeared in the walls of the hall, and they were about to collapse.

Countless precious tables and chairs turned into ashes under this momentum.

"This hundred ghosts are the killer of the old man, even if you are the main god, I don't believe that even you can't stop a move. ”

A grim look flashed in the eyes of the weeping messenger.

For this trick of a hundred ghosts walking at night, the crying messenger is extremely confident.

Although the cost of using this move is very high, the strength is also extremely high.

He used this move to resist the blow of the Huaxia Grandmaster, and then disappeared.

As long as this hundred ghosts walk at night to buy him a breath, the crying messenger has confidence, relying on his concealment method, Ye Chen and Jin Mu will definitely not be able to catch up with him.

But at this moment, the vision in front of her made her pupils shrink suddenly.

The countless powerful ghosts in between, under Ye Chen's Yuan Force, let out bursts of screams, just like white snow appearing in the hot sun, and it was directly evaporated.

"How is this possible. ”

The Weeping Messenger shuddered for a moment, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"You used a ghost like a ghost in front of me. ”

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

The Yuan Force in his body is born with a strong vitality, and it has a strong restraint effect on these evil things that resentfully resent.

If the crying messenger had changed his move, Ye Chen would not have been so easy.

It was just an instant, and the grimace composed of powerful ghosts was blown away by Ye Chen's punch.

The dazzling white light continued unabated, and it directly hit the chest of the weeping messenger.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the crying messenger was directly blasted out by a punch, and then with this force, he suddenly fled outside.

"Resist me with a punch and not die?"

A look of surprise flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

With his current strength, even an ordinary grandmaster, he would probably lose his combat power if he resisted a single punch.

I didn't expect this crying messenger to have the strength to escape.

The nine protectors of the world are really not simple.

"Xiyue, you wait for me here, Jin Pavilion Master, I'll leave it to you here. ”

Ye Chen left a word, and then his body moved and disappeared in place.

Jin Mu looked at Ye Chen's distant back, his eyes full of shock.

The weeping messenger left the Dragon Teng Villa and fled frantically outside.

Ye Chen's strength was too strong, so he couldn't afford to have the slightest desire to fight.

"Damn, when Lao Tzu goes back, he must execute all the garbage that investigated the information. ”

The face of the weeping messenger was extremely gloomy.

It took him several years to condense so many resentful spirits, but he didn't expect to be wiped out by Ye Chen today.

Even if he were able to escape alive this time, it would probably take years to recover.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the weeping messenger were full of resentment.

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance. ”

Ye Chen's voice suddenly floated in the ears of the crying messenger.

Then the void in front of the Weeping Messenger distorted, and Ye Chen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The crying messenger stopped his figure instantly, looked at Ye Chen with an ugly face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hades, there is no deep hatred between your Hades Temple and my world, if you let me live today, I will definitely give you a big gift in the future." ”

"If the nine giants of the world are here, you may still be qualified to negotiate with me. ”

Ye Chen sneered, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"You ......"

A look of annoyance flashed across the face of the weeping messenger.

"Do you really want to fight to the death?"

The Crying Messenger took a deep breath and shouted.

"You're not qualified to break the net with me, but if you can answer me a few questions, I may be able to give you a way out. ”

Ye Chen squinted, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"What's the problem?"

The weeping messenger gritted his teeth and said.

"I heard that the giant of the Asian world is called No. 3, as the protector of the Asian branch, you should know the identity of No. 3, and tell the identity of No. 3, I may consider sparing your life. ”

Ye Chen said with a smile.

When the crying messenger heard this, his face couldn't help but stiffen.

(End of chapter)