"Impossible!"

Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen in disbelief, and said hoarsely: "How can you be Ye Nan madness, this is absolutely impossible!"

If you look closely, his whole body is trembling slightly when he says this.

Ye Nan is crazy!

There are so many things that these three words represent!

It represents endless killing and decisiveness, and the number of people who died at his hands is innumerable, and there are as many as one or twenty martial arts masters alone.

It represents the supreme combat power and status, the martial arts master, the master of horizontal training, the first in the heavenly list, and the first in Huaguo!

It can be said that the three words Ye Nanmad are a myth in the entire Huaguo martial arts world, and at the same time a nightmare for countless people.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Chen say that he was Ye Nanmad, Murong Yang and Fu Lao's reactions would be so big, even fearful.

"Yes, this kid definitely can't be Ye Nanmad, Young Master Murong, don't be fooled, he is deliberately scaring us. ”

Fu Lao forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, and looked at Ye Chen's eyes full of murderous intent: "Boy, give me death!"

The voice fell.

I saw that he quickly pinched out a strange magic seal, this magic seal was like a six-pointed star, containing six directions, the law seal was one, and a yin qi roared from six directions.

This kind of yin and evil aura is extremely cold, and ordinary people only need to touch the slightest trace of it, at least they will catch a cold and fever, and at worst they will die on the spot.

"Boy, let you see my Six Yin Snatching Array, you can die under it, you are enough to laugh at the Nine Springs!"

The endless yin and evil qi gathered in the magic seal he formed, and finally turned into an overwhelming torrent and rushed towards Ye Chen.

This is the means of the occultists.

Although it is not as strong as the ancient warriors, it can use the occult method to set up a formation to defend against the enemy!

This Six Yin Snatching Array was the only one that Fu Lao had successfully cultivated for more than twenty years, and with the fact that he was in the late stage of the Dao Realm, under his full strength, the power was comparable to that of an ancient martial artist at the peak of the Tongmai Realm.

Ordinary people will die immediately when they touch it, but if an ancient warrior touches it, the physical body will be corroded by the evil qi in an instant, and even affect the soul!

Thinking of this, Fu Lao couldn't help but sneer and smug, as if he had seen Ye Chen's tragic end.

And yet the next moment.

He immediately had a ghostly look on his face.

I saw Ye Chen facing the yin torrent that was rushing towards him, and suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, and an air vortex suddenly formed in front of him.

Under this air whirlpool, the surging yin torrent was suddenly inhaled into Ye Chen's mouth.

"This ...... How is this possible!"

Fu Lao's eyes widened.

It was a yin and evil qi, and the damage to the body of the living person was extremely serious, Ye Chen not only did not hide, but swallowed it?

Even Yao Huayuan of the Elixir Mountain, a master of the Divine Realm, wouldn't dare to do this, right?

Murong Yang on the side looked shocked.

"Hiccup!"

Ye Chen spewed out a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and burped: "Is this your method?"

He is the body of an immortal venerable, and even the most yang and rigid thunder between heaven and earth does not harm him at all, let alone a mere yin and evil qi.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

Fu Lao finally panicked.

"I said, I'm Ye Nanmad!"

Ye Chen walked towards him step by step.

"Ye Nanfang is an ancient martial artist, how can you have such a method?" Fu Lao roared angrily and hurriedly said, "Young Master Murong, don't make a move, otherwise we will all die today!"

With him roaring.

Murong Yang suddenly came to his senses and pulled off the pendant in front of his neck, which was a thumb-sized purple gourd with various patterns printed on it.

"The surname Ye, give me death!"

Murong Yang reached out and pulled out the stopper of the purple gourd!

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

A gust of yin wind blew out of the mouth of the gourd, and this wind became stronger and stronger, and it didn't take long to completely envelop the entire third floor of the Mao Family Hotel, and countless terrible screams resounded endlessly, and shadows like ghosts rushed towards Ye Chen together.

"This is a ghoul gourd?!!"

Old Fu's scalp tingled.

He had heard before that Murong Yang had slaughtered a village of dozens of people and collected countless grievances in order to refine this magic weapon.

I didn't expect it to be true.

Facing the roaring black gas, Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and roared, casting the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds: "Get out of here!"

His voice was as vast as the rolling thunder of the sky, and as majestic as the roar of a true dragon.

The roll word fell.

The black gas shattered in unison.

Then disappear!

"Poof!"

Murong Yang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale, without any blood.

Ye Chen not only broke its spell, but also broke his ghoul gourd, and even seriously injured his mind with a single word.

"Carving insect skills, dare to get an axe in front of me, let you see what a real ghost magic weapon is today!"

Ye Chen chuckled, and suddenly an extra black banner appeared in his hand, and as soon as the black banner appeared, the temperature in the room suddenly cooled down.

"A hundred ghosts out!"

He waved the black flag!

"Boom!"

Endless black qi permeated from the black flags, with extremely terrible screams, and illusory and hideous faces were full of resentment.

In a flash.

The entire third floor of the Maojia Hotel suddenly became a ghost, with hundreds of ghosts and ghosts crying wolves.

The hairs on Murong Yang's whole body exploded at that moment: "You...... How could you have such a terrifying weapon?"

"Not good!"

Fu Lao's face changed, and he lost his voice and said in horror: "We all guessed wrong, this kid is a great power of the Divine Realm, run, run!"

With that, he jumped in the direction of the door, and then stopped in front of him with endless black gas.

As soon as his left hand stretched out of the black air, there was the sound of something eating flesh and skin.

"Ahhh

Fu Lao screamed, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and found that his left hand had turned into a piece of white bone under his shoulder, and there was no flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Murong Yang almost wanted to be scattered, and subconsciously sat on the ground: "Mr. Ye, no, don't kill me, my grandfather is a master of the Divine Realm, you can't kill me......"

"Your grandfather came to me, he is going to die too, you go first!"

Ye Chen waved the Hundred Soul Banner again, and dozens of black qi directly pounced on Murong Yang.

"Click......"

As the sound of a chewing body fell, a white skeleton appeared on the ground.

"Poof!"

Fu Lao was so frightened that he knelt heavily on the ground, kneeling towards Ye Chen step by step, frightened: "Mr. Ye, spare your life, spare your life, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to go back and bring you the tiger bone flower!"

"I've already given you a chance!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, pressed a palm on his head, and forcibly performed the soul searching technique, Fu Lao let out all kinds of screams in pain, but he couldn't struggle.

Not much.

Ye Chen slowly withdrew his hand, his complexion changed a few times, and finally smiled coldly: "Yao Bingyue, you really went back to the Elixir Mountain, count yourself lucky!"

"But do you think that this will be able to get rid of my Ye Chen's account? It's too simple, in that case, you can pay it back with your life when you go back!"

(ps: This chapter is a chapter that makes up for the arrears, and there is still a chapter owed.) ）