Ye Han's body shook suddenly, and the avenue lines containing the mysterious aura instantly transformed out of nothingness, supporting his body like a swimming sword qi.

The sharp qi erupted, and it seemed to shake out a gap in the shadows of the twelve avenues, and he himself took advantage of this interval to retreat a few feet, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew from the suppression center of the shadow of the avenue.

Ye Han's body retreated, unwilling to entangle more with the power of the Great Dao, and the shadows of the twelve deceased Martial Kings naturally had no possibility of chasing after him, but there was another thing that was unwilling to let him get out.

The pitch-black light reflected the void, and the ominous aura spread, and the dense chains swept across the air, weaving a huge net in the void, and falling towards Ye Handang.

Facing this black giant net, Ye Han's face turned pale, and these dense black chains were manifested from the eyebrows of the bones of the twelve Dao kings, outlining the forms gathered above the sky.

There is a strange black aura on them, that kind of ominous rhyme, at this moment, Ye Han, who is proficient in the method of calculation, can clearly perceive it even if he is an ordinary martial artist here.

Running through the sea of twelve people's spiritual platforms, Ye Han could be sure that this strange black chain could definitely not be a means set by the Jade God Sect.

The king who has entered the Tao is a revered sage everywhere, and no one will blaspheme his body like this, let alone the younger generation who is from the same school. Even if these predecessors had been ancient for many years, it would never be possible to set such a vicious trap on their bodies.

Since it was not left by the Jade God Sect, then the black chain that suddenly manifested here could only be a means left by the people who attacked in ancient times.

Perhaps it was this kind of unsightly black chain that buried the twelve kings of the Dao Realm!

Ye Han's face was calm, as if he had no waves in a thousand-year-old well.

Ever since he entered this space and saw the bones of the twelve Martial Kings, he had been on guard against accidents, and although everything seemed to be going smoothly, he hadn't let his guard down.

Will the power that can kill the twelve Initiation Kings dissipate in the long river of time?

Ye Han didn't seem to believe it.

This divine tower should have the ability to suppress the void, although he was not very sure, but Ye Han felt that the power of this divine tower was definitely more than that.

Just look at the bones in the hall, the corpses of thousands of warriors have not seen the light of day for thousands of years, they have not been completely corrupted, and they still maintain a lifelike appearance, which is simply unheard of in Ye Han's opinion.

It is just that the twelve kings who have entered the Dao have the protection of the Great Dao, and the martial artists of the Royal Dao realm have condensed into the true body of the Faxiang, and it is understandable that they are not invaded by external evils. But the bones of the thousands of people in that dojo could not all have the Dao of the Martial King realm.

The reason why it can not be destroyed for thousands of years must also have the shelter of this divine tower, and the power of that town to kill the twelve kings of the Dao is afraid that it will also be hidden, and it will not disappear.

Facing the hanging giant net as a hood, Ye Han's face was cold, but he did not panic, the monstrous sword qi erupted around his body, and the dense sword path phantom seemed to support the sword firmament.

At this moment, an extremely sharp aura, a true intent of the Great Dao that was condensed to the peak realm, swept through the heavens and the sky at this moment.

This temple seemed to have turned into a world of swords at the stroke of his mind.

This is the power of "traveling together on the Great Dao", the second realm of the Dao realm, which was rare even in ancient times. Dugu Jian can come to this level in the Dao realm in today's era, which is rare in the world.

And Ye Han controlled his body, although there was a slight gap compared to the former Dugu Sword King, but under the full explosion, he was still unstoppable.

Ye Han's eyes seemed to turn pure white, and the most condensed true intent of the sword path enveloped every corner of his body at this moment, after all, tens of millions of years had passed, and he didn't believe that this strange black qi still preserved the power of killing the twelve Dao kings in ancient times.

Besides, Ye Han had been prepared for a long time, although it could not be said that he had calculated or not, but he went all out, and he didn't believe that he would lose in an ominous force that no one could control.

The monstrous sharp sword intent seemed to have shattered the space, and even in the void sealed by this divine tower, it was a little unbearable, but Ye Han's face did not improve, but suddenly turned into an iron blue color.

His sword didn't feel the power of blocking, and the endless edge of the sword path seemed to be slashed into nothingness, it was a feeling of using the wrong force, so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, Dao Ying my body!"

With Ye Han's roar, the monstrous sword qi instantly gathered towards his body, as if it had been sheathed, enveloping Ye Han's body.

Dense sword patterns are all over every corner of his body, and every tiny line has the meaning of a sharp sword, with the power of opening mountains and breaking mountains.

has the power of the sword to protect the body, but Ye Han does not have the slightest sense of relief. On the contrary, the warning signs in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Why do you keep cutting it?

Ye Han was a little puzzled, what he was exerting was the power of the Great Dao, the most primordial rule between heaven and earth, what could surpass these rules and not be hurt by them?

It's as if the supreme being in his memory was pulled off the altar one day. Fortunately, it was Ye Han who was standing here at this time, if Dugu Jian, who had cultivated swords all his life, faced this scene, I am afraid that even the Dao Heart would be unstable.

The pitch-black chains suppressed down above the void, Ye Han stepped on the sword, and the whole person almost turned into a sharp divine sword, as if he wanted to dodge, but no matter which direction he hid, it seemed to be shrouded in that black giant net.

Can't dodge, can't dodge.

Ye Han showed a wry smile in his heart, ten thousand ways covered his body, and the monstrous sword qi seemed to be restrained, and only one after another fluctuations were left above this void, intertwined with each other, turning into an illusory divine sword, and a sword from the void pierced the sky.

Even in this realm of trapped beasts, Ye Han still replaced defense with offense. There is no way, Dugu's old-timer's sword is so extreme, in his eyes, there is no defense at all, no matter how many of you have magical powers, you can still smash it with a sword.

This sword is the embodiment of the pure way of the sword, and there is no heavenly sword technique, and there is no sword power. From the time of the Ten Thousand Swords attack just now, he had noticed that this strange black chain did not seem to be injured by his sword qi.

This thing has no substance, and it is not wise to fight against it with a sword that is not bent, and the sword technique, sword blade, and sharp qi are a little disadvantaged when dealing with it.

Therefore, Ye Han's sword is purely the result of his own artistic conception condensation.

Since you slashed me with invisible power, then I will deal with it with invisible power, and I don't believe that you, a ghost thing that evolved from nowhere, can still resist the origin rules of the world's great avenues.