"Your head is worth a lot of money!"

Ye Jiechen slowly turned around, indifferently lifting Yuan Tianmo's head from above the ground.

Yuan Tianmo is on the bounty list of the Cloud Star Sect, but he is a ruthless person who ranks quite high, and this time Ye Juechen came out of the Cloud Star Sect for the sake of Yuan Tianmo's head.

Therefore, for this head, he naturally will not accept it politely.

The Yuan Cheng lion in front of him also reacted from the attack of this lightning and flint, and his face immediately became extremely hideous and terrifying, and his dark eyes even emitted a devouring fierce light.

In front of him, the genius who killed their Yuan clan so neatly and neatly was completely ignoring their Yuan clan.

"What a ruthless little ghost, I really underestimated you before, and when I'm outside, I should have killed you first!"

Yuan Chengshi's eyes stared at Ye Jiechen, and a stream of cold killing intent seemed to freeze the air around him.

Only then did he realize that they really underestimated the kid in front of him, and the other party's mentality and methods were not comparable to their peers at all, and they were even more unreckless compared to these experienced old guys.

"Old thing, have you shown mercy outside?" Ye Jiechen sneered.

The previous battle outside was not merciful.

Swish.

Ye Jiechen glanced at them, but then he didn't entangle with them anymore, and as soon as his body moved, he quickly rushed towards the black scroll on top of the magic sword.

Seeing this, Yuan Chengshi's expression sank, and his body quickly rushed towards Ye Jiechen's direction, no matter what, that supreme treasure could not fall into the hands of others, otherwise, they would all have to pay a heavy price.

Rumble.

The two rainbow lights swept out together, sensing that the lion of Yuan Cheng was chasing after him, Ye Jiechen hurriedly seized the time, and the speed quickly skyrocketed.

However, just as they were halfway through the way, the plain suddenly shook violently, the mountains shook, the earth below cracked, and the ruins that stood all over the place collapsed.

Two terrifying coercion covered down, like two mountains, pressing on everyone's hearts.

"What is this?"

Sensing this drastic change, everyone present quickly moved their eyes to the sky, only to find that the battle between Situ Nan of the Buddha Sect and the machine spirit was already coming to an end.

The figures of the two collided fiercely, and it was obvious that at this moment, both of them burst out with their strongest strength.

Boom.

A loud roar resounded in the distant sky, and between the collision of the two, the space seemed to be about to shatter, and the wind was rolling and forming a storm, sweeping away in all directions.

With this fierce fight, the figures of the two have become infinitely faded, and with that kind of appearance, it is obvious that the two of them are about to dissipate.

"It's been hundreds of years, and I can't imagine that you, a damaged machine spirit, still have such residual strength, but today, even if you are in your heyday, it is impossible to resist the pace of our Buddhism!"

In the sky, Situ Nan suddenly burst out, and then his body completely exploded, directly turning into a rolling yuan force, carrying the power of destroying the world and completely suppressing it.

Rumble.

Finally, with a loud sound, a light like a bright sun burst out in the sky, and the white-robed old man's face was gloomy, and the light and shadow that was already a little illusory was finally completely dispersed.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the extremely terrifying coercion finally dissipated, and then the light curtain shrouded in the whole world also dissipated little by little.

Whether it was the bronze gate or the black mist, it all dissipated little by little.

The entire sky brightened up at this moment, and the formation that shrouded this space had to be completely destroyed.

Then the rioting puppets also stopped one by one, and without the thoughts of the white-robed old man, these puppets suddenly became like dead things, and they did not move.

Those who were still fighting with the puppets before were also stunned for a moment because of this change, and then an unprecedented heat finally appeared in their eyes again.

Although this battle was extremely tragic, no one wanted to give up on the magic sword in the deepest area. Suddenly, one after another, the figures all swept out at this moment, and the overwhelming figures all rushed to the depths again.

When Ye Jiechen saw this scene, his expression immediately changed slightly, he didn't expect that the two Creation Realm clones would dissipate at this time, but in this way, as the light and shadow of the gatekeeper dissipated, this area finally became unimpeded.

Swish.

Thinking of this, Ye Juechen's face sank, and he didn't waste any more time, his figure immediately rushed out, and in a moment, he swept on top of the black giant sword.

At this moment, the black scroll was still quietly suspended, faintly, there was a powerful fluctuation rippling, seeing this, Ye Jiechen immediately reached out with his big hand and directly grabbed the black scroll into his palm.

"Boy, you can't get this kind of thing!"

Suddenly, just as the black scroll was in hand, a voice full of icy cold indifference suddenly resounded from above.

Swish.

The next moment, without giving Ye Jiechen any time to react, a fist mark containing the violent Yuan Force carried Sen Ran's killing intent, and smashed out towards the top of his head in anger, with that kind of appearance, obviously planning to explode Ye Jiechen's head with one move.

At the moment of crisis, Ye Jiechen's eyes froze, and the dark power in his body roared out at an astonishing speed, turning into a dragon and tiger ding, directly enveloping his figure.

Clang!

The fist mark that was about a hundred feet big smashed down, and the entire Dragon and Tiger Ding was as if it had been hit hard, and immediately let out a loud roar, and the black light that overflowed around it immediately dimmed.

Under such a heavy blow, even if the Dragon Tiger Ding offset most of the strength, the latter still suffered a lot of heavy damage, his throat was sweet, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but overflow a bloodstain, and his body was even more violently shocked back, and finally hit the hilt of the black giant sword that was placed behind.

The blood-covered palm touched the hilt of the magic sword, and its form staggered steadily.

What everyone didn't notice was that the hot blood on Ye Jiechen's palms, when it touched the hilt of the magic sword, was quietly absorbed by the hilt of the sword bit by bit.

(End of chapter)