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"Okay, good, good!" Yang Ke was also quite excited, and after saying three good words in a row, he began to directly refine this drop of the essence blood of the Nine Demon Snakes of Hell.

The Light Bell was shrouded in this drop of essence blood.

Silky rays of light condensed in it and began to refine rapidly.

This drop of essence blood has crystallized into countless demons and monsters. There was a miserable scream.

"Ye Qingyun, I can refine with peace of mind now! I can't help you during this time, you should be careful yourself!" Yang Ke said to Ye Qingyun, and after finishing speaking, he disappeared and meditated on refining.

Ye Qingyun nodded, he sacrificed his phoenix wings and flew all the way to a certain place.

In the back, the middle-aged man's face was so gloomy that he was close to dripping blood.

This drop of essence blood is equivalent to his life.

"Boy, where are you going!" roared, and the middle-aged man took a step with his right foot, performing an astonishing physical technique, and his speed increased dramatically, like a lightning bolt.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Qingyun and shouted again: "Give me that drop of essence blood!"

"I'm sorry, I'm refining!" Ye Qingyun grinned.

"What are you talking about? You have refined? Even if the gods come, I will kill you!" The middle-aged man immediately became angry, and his entire facial features were distorted, looking extremely hideous.

"I want you to live, you can't die!"

He twisted his neck and made a snapping sound.

"Can you do it?" Ye Qingyun glanced at the middle-aged man seriously and said flatly.

Although his current cultivation is in the Nine Transformations of the Great Sage, the Second Transformation of the Flesh Transformation, his strength is far more than that.

"Just two changes to cultivation, you dare to talk like this! Boy, it seems that you don't know the power of the Great Sage's Nine Transformations, Fifth Transformations, and Five Elements Transformation Martial Artists! Today, I'll let you see the power of a martial artist of this level!" The gloom on the middle-aged man's face became thicker and thicker, and his eyes were filled with strong killing intent.

"Look at it, how did I abuse you, beat you until you were powerless to fight back, and fled like a lost dog......"

The voice fell, and the scarlet eyes spit out an extreme chill, choosing people to devour.

The next moment, a gust of holy power was stirred up around him.

He was like a world-shattering demon venerable, heading straight towards Ye Qingyun.

Arms slammed forward.

If two dragons come out of the abyss, these two punches are enough to destroy many mountains, and the power is amazing.

Soon, the two quickly fought.

The space around them seemed to freeze.

"Humph!"

Ye Qingyun snorted coldly and punched his fist.

Rumble!

The fist wind struck, directly shattering the ten-meter-high rock, clicking, and twisting in half.

As the battle raged.

A strong look of shock appeared on the middle-aged man's face: "What a terrifying power......"

"Do you think I'm just a power terror?"

Suddenly, an extremely indifferent voice sounded in his eardrums, and the voice fell, echoing in his mind like the sound of death.

"What a terrifying way to ......"

The middle-aged man was surprised again, and the shock was completely written on his face, he didn't understand why Ye Qingyun looked like he could only have the cultivation of the Nine Transformations of the Great Sage and the Second Transformation of the Flesh Body to burst out with such a strong aura.

"Die!"

Ye Qingyun held the Ruthless Saint Dragon Sword in his hand, and slashed forward with a sword.

An astonishing sword fell, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, permeating the surroundings, making the space solidify.

"What a fast sword ......"

The middle-aged man was shocked again, but as soon as his voice fell, a cold light flashed away and quickly fell on his neck.

The cold light swept away from his neck, and a trail of blood appeared, and blood gushed out like a spring.

The middle-aged man's whole head fell directly to the ground.

The Ruthless Holy Dragon Sword in his hand trembled steadily, and blood dripped quickly along the blade.

"Gotta find a place. Ye Qingyun muttered, then found a direction, flapped the phoenix wings, and flew away quickly, like a bolt of lightning.

And less than a moment after he left, a majestic figure in black armor came from the sky and fell directly to the ground with a bang.

He is like a towering mountain, with a fierce wind.

There was a lot of black smoke around him.

The sound of ghosts crying wolves was heard in the black smoke.

This is not an ordinary person, there are two sharp horns on his forehead, and the cold light is flashing.

He looked down with a gloomy face, pinched the handprint with his right hand randomly, and made strange movements, and a circle of light fell on the corpse below.

Then a ghost appeared on the corpse.

"What's going on? Did you get the essence blood of the Nine Demon Serpents of Hell?"

The young man asked again and again.

The ghost hurriedly told the young man everything that had happened before, and begged bitterly: "Please ask the young master to help me find a body, so that I can possess my body and be reborn......"

However, he was met with an extremely cold look.

"Waste, you can't do a little thing, and you want me to help you find a body?"

"What do I want you to do?"

The cold voice fell, and the demonic young man did not hesitate to shoot directly, and he shattered the soul with one hand!

Vanish!

After doing all this, the demonic young man licked his lips and looked ahead, his eyes were cold: "I want to see who even dares to offend my Black Dragon Funeral Society!

Head ahead.

"I'll see what strength you have!"

At this moment, Ye Qingyun was flying across the demon space, but the next moment, he heard a dragon chant coming from behind.

He jerked, and when he turned around, he saw a behemoth coming at lightning speed.

It's so fast that it's frightening.

"So fast!"

Ye Qingyun flapped his phoenix wings frantically without hesitation, and after a while, he left the demon space and returned to the Gods Mountain Range.

He thought that the behemoth figure would not chase after him, but when he felt the louder and louder dragon groan coming from behind, he knew that the other party obviously didn't intend to let him go!

"This is most likely the dragon of the Black Dragon Funeral Society!" he thought of something, his eyes flashing.

"Boy, you can't escape! Dare to take the things of my Black Dragon Burial Society and go to hell!" Behind him, there were one gloomy voice after another, with monstrous anger and endless killing intent in the voice. In front of Ye Qingyun is a rushing river, surrounded by mountains and forests.