Chapter 542: Urging the Holy Dragon Martial Spirit

"Either you die or I die today?" Ye Wushuang's mouth was filled with a sneer, and a terrifying killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"You, you are not qualified to say this!"

Ye Wushuang's body stood in the air, and the extremely cold voice instantly echoed in this heaven and earth.

At this time, Jing Wuchang, with a crazy face, red eyes, and an extremely ugly face, subconsciously glanced at Ye Wushuang, but saw Ye Wushuang's eyebrows at this moment, a terrifying mark faintly appeared, and his eyes also faintly flashed with extreme killing intent.

Jing Wuchang was about to see what Ye Wushuang's martial spirit was.

I saw that in Ye Wushuang's hand, a golden mask appeared, and Ye Wushuang slowly put the mask on his face, directly covering the position of his eyebrows.

Jing Wuchang didn't see clearly what Ye Wushuang's martial spirit was, and he was a little disappointed.

Originally, the people in the distance also looked at Ye Wushuang expectantly, they wanted to know what kind of martial spirit Ye Wushuang's combat power was so against the sky.

But they didn't expect that at this time, Ye Wushuang actually took out a mask and put it on his face, and they couldn't see it anymore.

Somewhat lost.

"Hmm!"

At this time, seeing Ye Wushuang's movements, Jing Wuchang's face changed.

He never thought that Ye Wushuang didn't want others to know about his martial spirit, and he was even more curious about Ye Wushuang's martial spirit.

The moment Ye Wushuang's hand fell from the mask, a terrifying killing intent exploded instantly, like ocean waves.

At this time, Ye Wushuang seemed to have turned into a mad god.

Under the golden mask, Ye Wushuang became even more terrifying and mysterious, and Ye Wushuang's momentum, under the amplification of the martial spirit, became even more terrifying.

"Jing impermanence, die!"

The true meaning of the blood dragon beside Ye Wushuang roared as if it had become a real divine dragon at this time.

At this time, in the Holy Dragon Martial Spirit in the center of Ye Wushuang's eyebrows, the dragon's eyes turned red, and became extremely terrifying, and the ability to kill the Holy Dragon completely exploded.

At this time, Ye Wushuang was like a killing god who walked out of the Nine Hells.

Surrounded by blood dragons around him, standing in the sky, those eyes became extremely indifferent and terrifying.

The blood dragon dispersed and turned into a river of blood, directly pressing on Jing Wuchang's body.

Airplanes!

An invisible wave swept away.

That killing intent made Jing Wuchang's face instantly become extremely ugly.

The moment he pressed on Jing Wuchang's body, Jing Wuchang's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a trace of horror and horror in his eyes.

At this time, under the shroud of the blood dragon's true intent, Jing Wuchang's speed became extremely slow, and at this time, the Holy Dragon Martial Spirit that Ye Wushuang cast was much more terrifying than just now, and it was extremely fast.

"Die!" Ye Wushuang roared angrily.

Ye Wushuang cast "Netherworld Dragon Shadow", appeared by Jing Wuchang's side like lightning, cast "Dragon Elephant Divine Palm", and bombarded Jing Wuchang's head with one palm.

"Huh?"

Seeing this terrifying palm, Jing Wuchang's face changed instantly.

At such a close distance, he simply didn't have time to put up any resistance.

Ye Wushuang's speed was too fast.

"No ......!"

Jing Wuchang let out a desperate roar, and then his skull completely burst open, killing him directly.

Jing Wuchang never imagined that he would die on the Red Blood Battlefield today.

And the person who killed him turned out to be a person who started and he disdained it.

Jing Wuchang's body fell weakly from the sky.

Quiet!

Dead silence.

The whole world fell silent in vain.

The people of the major forces who were watching from a distance were all in shock.

"Dead! Jing Impermanence, dead!"

"Not long ago, Jing Wuchang, who killed the triple protector of the Leng Alliance King Realm, died. ”

"The invincible Tianjiao Jing Impermanence of the Red Flame Battlefield is dead!"

A shock!

It's incredible!

"That Ye Wushuang, his martial spirit, what is it?"

"How could it be so strong in an instant!"

"It's too strong!"

"That Ye Wushuang, it's too strong!"

There was horror, but then there was a boil.

In the Killing Plains, many people die every day, but what is dying today is not ordinary people, but the Tianjiao figures of the Killing Plains, Jing Impermanence.

With a wave of Ye Wushuang's hand, the space ring on Jing Wuchang's hand fell into Ye Wushuang's hand.

Ye Wushuang's divine sense instantly invaded the space ring, and when he saw the things in the space ring, Ye Wushuang's eyes lit up.

"He is worthy of being a celestial pride, compared to the masters who died in his hands, right?"

Ye Wushuang muttered to himself.

In his spatial ring, Ye Wushuang found hundreds of drops of purple source, and there were a lot of good things in it, which made Ye Wushuang's eyes light up.

Ye Wushuang's body fell from the sky.

"Let's go!"

At this time, I saw Jing Wuchang dying.

The people of several major forces came to their senses at this time, their faces changed dramatically in an instant, and after glancing at each other, they retreated tacitly, leaving no one behind.

They all knew that Ye Wushuang's strength was too strong, and it was useless for them to stay here.

Moreover, none of them are qualified to break through the bluestone staircase in the ruins of the human king, and it is a waste of time to stay here.

"Lord Ye!"

The body of the Nine Ghost Sect Master fell in front of Ye Wushuang, his face was a little awkward, at first, he thought that Ye Wushuang was not Jing Wushuang's opponent, and kept reminding Ye Wushuang to be careful, but now Jing Wuchang died in Ye Wushuang's hands.

"This is for you, give everyone points!"

The things in Jing Wuchang's ring, after Ye Wushuang took Ziyuan, he took some useful ones, and threw the rest directly to the Nine Ghost Sect Master.

Seeing the ring in his hand, the master of the Nine Ghost Sect was stunned, the wealth in the ring was very much, especially the pill.

However, he knew that Ye Wushuang was an alchemist, and he didn't care about these pills at all, because the pills refined by Ye Wushuang were of higher purity and had better effects.

Ye Wushuang's body swept into the ruins again.

In the ruins, Ye Wushuang obtained the Blood Demon Crystal, so that the killing artistic conception successfully transformed into the true meaning of the blood dragon and stepped into the realm of the human king.

Ye Wushuang knew that among the ruins of the Human King, there should be more than just Blood Demon Crystals.

Ye Wushuang broke through the bluestone staircase and came to the main hall.

For the owner of the ruins, Ye Wushuang is still very grateful, not only is he an ancient figure, but also helped him step into the human king, Ye Wushuang bowed to him.

"Boom!"

At the moment when Ye Wushuang bent over, he saw that the golden corpse in front of Ye Wushuang was slowly moving.

At the same location, a passage appeared that spread downward.

"Hmm!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Wushuang's eyes wrinkled, Ye Wushuang never thought that there would be such a scene.

After pondering for a while, Ye Wushuang walked into the passage.

(End of chapter)