Chapter 220: Refines the Demon General, and there are guests coming from afar

Hum!

As Ye Han's volley finger fell, the jade jade dragon swooped down directly towards the head of the demon general, and then poured into its sea of consciousness with the vast aura of life.

The demon general's whole body suddenly stiffened, and the whole person seemed to convulse, and the surging black qi like flames immediately collapsed and dispersed, and a thick cold abyss demonic qi was forced out from its sea of consciousness, but it did not collapse, but still shrouded his side.

Ye Han's brows jumped slightly, and his expression seemed to be slightly surprised.

That soul qi was indeed the nemesis of the cold abyss demonic qi, and from the moment that emerald green jade dragon poured into its sea of consciousness, this demon general lost control of his body cultivation and even his limbs.

However, when Ye Han took a step further and wanted to purify all the black power with the qi of this living being, he noticed something strange and had to stop what he was doing.

"It seems that the rejection between this cold abyss demonic energy and the power of living beings is even more terrifying than I imagined. ”

Ye Han couldn't help frowning when he noticed the black air currents that were collapsing in the sea of demon generals.

Compared with the turquoise divine light, the black airflow was not at all comparable to the existence of the jade, and in the wandering of the jade dragon, the jet-black Lingtai Zhihai quickly turned into a turquoise color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black airflow quickly collapsed, making it difficult to compete with it.

The Qi of the Soul can fight against the Demon Qi of the Cold Abyss, Ye Han knew this, but he never thought that the rejection between the two would be so domineering, it was simply incompatible.

If Ye Han continued to act like this, he would indeed be able to disperse all the demonic qi in this demon general's body, but in the same way, it would inevitably dissolve the martial arts cultivation that had already entered the demon in his body.

He has been in the demon for hundreds of years, and the demonic energy has eroded into every bone marrow of him, and the yuan power in his body has turned black, becoming an outright monster.

Even his Lingtai Zhihai turned into a lifeless black, like a lifeless Dead Sea, although Ye Han could still perceive the starry divine light in it, it was difficult to reverse the overall situation.

If Ye Han dissolved the magic power in his body, that is, he dissolved his Dao Xing, at that time, without the suppression of his quasi-king's cultivation, his demon body, which had been eroded to a thousand holes for hundreds of years, would naturally disappear in an instant.

In this way, Ye Hanke made a difficulty. He admired the old general, and if he could, he would not want to bury him.

In fact, there is also the reason that the Xuantian Dao Sect is thin, if this veteran can be rescued, wouldn't it add a quasi-king to the sect?

Ye Han's brows furrowed slightly, since the demonic qi had entered the bone marrow and penetrated deep into the foundation of his cultivation, then the path he originally thought of directly purifying it would not work.

However, the situation of this demon general at this time and the flickering of his sea of consciousness, the sparkling divine light, reminded him of another guy.

It is very similar to his situation at this time, it is also the same existence that the primordial spirit has collapsed, and the existence that protects the indestructible body with the power of the royal way is the heavenly corpse puppet that he refined with the power of the divine way before.

Sword King, Dugu Sword.

After coming out of that inheritance space, this Heavenly Corpse Puppet of the Dao level disappeared without a trace, if it weren't for Ye Han being able to detect his aura in this mountain gate, I am afraid that he would have gone to look for him in a hurry.

Since he didn't leave the mountain gate, Ye Han was not in a hurry, but he was able to move around on his own without Ye Han's control, which meant that the spirituality gathered by this king had awakened.

It's just that I don't know if this one who woke up is a new existence, or a former sword king?

Dugu's old predecessor's physical body was not infected by demonic energy, so although he had passed away for a longer time, it was not difficult to condense his spirituality.

And this veteran is a little difficult to say, his sea of knowledge has turned into a black source of demonic energy, even after being purified by Ye Han, the spirituality in it is only left with a few stars.

With his situation at this time, borrowing the power of the altar, Ye Han did not have the certainty of reuniting his divine consciousness and condensing his divine thoughts, and the possibility of failing to refine the Heavenly Corpse Puppet was really not small.

Ye Han raised his hand and pressed it lightly in front of his temple, and couldn't help but feel a little headache. It's just that when his eyes wandered, he saw the gray mist that was still suppressing this heaven and earth, which made him have a flash of inspiration.

Although this gray mist did not know its roots, looking at its personality, it was obviously more advanced than the divine power in the altar of the Jade God Sect. Besides, this gray mist is absolutely under his control in this temple, if he uses this gray gas instead of divine power to refine the Heavenly Corpse Puppet, I don't know if it can succeed?

Looking at the black-armored figure lying on the ground, wrapped in heavy demonic energy, Ye Han suddenly withdrew his fingers, his eyes full of determination.

Procrastination is not his character, although it was just a guess just now, but according to his deduction, there are no development flaws, since this is the case, he has nothing to hesitate.

Ye Han took a deep breath, raised his hand and suddenly fell on the armrest of the throne, and the gray mist in the temple suddenly surged, fusing together with the gray mist that was like a mountain suppressing between heaven and earth, enveloping all the square circles.

Under the gray mist, it seems that even the space is cut off. Between the surging mist, it was as if a small and small heaven and earth furnace had been formed in this temple.

Faintly, dense lines appeared on the huge stone pillars used to support the dome on all sides of the main hall, and a light of stars seemed to hang down in the sea of stars that had been fleeting above the dome.

With the divine thought as the guide, the gray mist in the sky as the flame, and the divine light of the star sea as the auxiliary material, he wants to refine a protector of the gods and demons.

Between the gray mist, the immeasurable divine light was contained in the furnace, and the gray mist in this hall also unknowingly covered the entire heaven and earth.

A slight disappearance was also revealed above the void outside, and the surging gray mist covered the entire temple, and even the small half of the Floating Immortal Mountain was shrouded in it.

What happened in the mist, no one knows. Even the Ghost Emperor Immortal Monarch, who had just returned to the Hades Temple, could only feel the surging and vast aura on the top of the mountain, but he couldn't see through it at all.

[What kind of position is this sect master putting up?]

[Where did this strange mist come from, and why was it so high?]

In the black underworld domain, in the hall that had turned black and exuded a hazy ghost aura, the Hades Monarch, who had black hair and even his face was shrouded in the hazy black qi, frowned slightly, sensing the strange appearance on the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but have some doubts.

But soon he stopped dwelling on these, and since he had already been classified into this Fang Dao Sect Xuanmen, he would not have two minds. For him, the more powerful this mysterious suzerain is, the more he can help him break free.

The pale-faced Ghost Emperor Immortal Monarch once again turned his gaze in another direction, where, under the Floating Immortal Mountain, there was a middle-aged man with one arm who had taken a strange step and volleyed into the air.

[Xuanmen is newly established, there are guests coming from afar, I don't know whether to welcome or refuse?]

[The sect master has not come out, it is difficult to decide......]

[That's it, let's see what waves you can turn over......]