Ye Chen's face was cold, and his eyes were staring at the banner fluttering in the wind.

In Ye Chen's opinion, this banner is indeed a treasure, and it has its own realm, refining thousands of undead for their own use, if refining enough undead spirits, it is completely able to form an army of undead.

And the more undead there are in this magic weapon, the more powerful it becomes.

The reason that Ye Chen wanted to get the most urgently was that the war between the barbarians and the demon clan was about to break out, and the last thing missing on the battlefield was the undead, this magic weapon that could refine the souls of the dead could just come in handy, and every war was the best time for this soul flag to contain the undead.

After a while, the qi and blood on Ye Chen's body flowed, and he unfolded a simple fist fight, and an aura as steady as Mount Tai suddenly appeared.

There was a look of wariness in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he couldn't help but clench the dementor banner in his hand.

At this time, Ye Chen jumped up suddenly and stepped into the air, his speed was as fast as lightning, and he had already come to the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man instantly felt like a great enemy, and the soul flag in his hand suddenly waved, and countless souls appeared between heaven and earth in an instant, with desolate crying voices, angry roars, and bloody fighting sounds...... All kinds of voices instantly came out of the mouths of this overwhelming soul.

The faces of these dead souls were hideous, some of them still had the same appearance as before death, or a knife mark was cut from their foreheads, or they were already one-eyed or both eyes were gone, and two bloody tears slipped down the hollow eyes......

These souls have long forgotten who they are, their names, their friends, their families...... They have forgotten everything, even themselves, they are at a loss, and now they have completely become instruments of killing.

After the middle-aged man gave the order, these overwhelming souls rushed towards Ye Chen, covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

The middle-aged man showed a mockery on his face, "These are the undead of your barbarian race, and now these seniors of yours are attacking you, do you kill or not?" ”

He stepped on the void, his face showed infinite rampant intent, his eyes were fixed on Ye Chen, looking at Ye Chen's every expression, what he liked most was to torture and kill the barbarian tribesmen, give them a heavy blow in their faith, and let them taste the pain of killing their compatriots with their own hands.

Making the barbarians suffer was his greatest pleasure, and the middle-aged man laughed wildly at the sky.

Facing the swarming souls, Ye Chen's face was expressionless, looking at the fierce expressions, he punched blatantly, and a punch pierced through the dead souls in front of him, and in an instant, a roar sounded, and the fist he swung out set off a wind and tore apart the souls in front of him.

Ye Chen's face was expressionless, not to mention that he had nothing to do with the barbarians, even if he was a disciple of Xuantian Sect in front of him, if he blocked his pace, he still punched blatantly, the cultivator went against the sky, on the road of cultivation, the avenue was competing, every step was full of dangers, Ye Chen had already chosen not to be stopped by anything or anyone the moment he stepped into the divine realm.

Ye Chen stepped through the void and took another step forward, and at the same time delivered the second punch.

The previous punch had pierced through the restraints of the revenant, and the second punch had already been handed to the middle-aged man.

The violent fist intent struck, the wind gusted, and the middle-aged man's face was moved, he didn't expect Ye Chen's shot in front of him to be so resolute, without a trace of hesitation. The attack was even more ruthless, and the souls that blocked him were shattered one after another, dissipating between heaven and earth, and even the last chance to enter reincarnation was lost.

In the impression of the middle-aged man, the barbarian clansmen are very proud, and they are even willing to stick a knife in both sides for the sake of their brothers, but the barbarian clansman in front of him is indeed extremely ruthless, ruthless, and even more ruthless.

In the face of Ye Chen's punch, the middle-aged man waved the dementor banner in his hand, and in an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were discolored.

The dementor banner in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly flew towards the middle-aged man's back, and a blood-colored world appeared behind the middle-aged man.

The countless monstrous undead in the Scarlet World roared towards the outside world, and they scrambled to break out of the scarlet cage with bloodthirsty eyes.

In the depths of this blood-colored world, there were three golden fire balls as hot as the sun hanging high in the sky, and the surroundings of this golden fire ball seemed to be a forbidden area, and no undead dared to approach half a step.

The middle-aged man's figure retreated to the rear, temporarily dodging the edge of Ye Chen's punch.

"Boy, have you seen it, these 100,000 undead behind me are the clansmen of your barbarians, haha."

The middle-aged man's crazy smile resounded through the heavens and the earth, and he suddenly waved his hand, as if he had opened the prisoners in the cage behind him, and the undead who covered the sky rushed out of the blood-colored world.

Countless undead passed by the middle-aged man, and rushed towards Ye Chen in front of him without fear of death.

One hundred thousand undead souls charged towards Ye Chen like an army of undead, engulfing Ye Chen in an instant.

These revenants swarmed up and bit towards Ye Chen, desperately trying to devour him.

A bloody light poured out of Ye Chen's eyes, and he threw a punch, desperately blasting at the surrounding revenants, and the strong blood qi instantly shattered countless revenant souls.

But there are too many revenants biting towards Ye Chen, there are 100,000 revenants.

Some of the revenants suddenly bit Ye Chen, but the qi and blood on Ye Chen's body blocked the bite of this revenant.

This revenant's eyes were confused, but his actions were hysterical, crazy, once he didn't work, this revenant would endlessly bite towards Ye Chen, they had long forgotten their fatigue, and now they were just tools for killing.

One by one, the souls of the dead were scattered in Ye Chen's hands and disappeared between heaven and earth, but the souls of the dead killed by Ye Chen were only a drop in the ocean of the 100,000 souls, insignificant.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen, who was bitten by the soul, and a smile appeared on his face, the war between their demon and barbarian clans had lasted for thousands of years, and he was extremely happy with this kind of fratricidal scene.

In the Qingya Canyon, Li Ziyang and the three of them fought bloodily, the clothes of the three were already stained with blood, and the faces of the three were covered with blood.

The corpses of demon beasts were already lying around them, but there were still demon beasts frantically biting towards the three of them, these demon beasts were not afraid of death, even in the face of the chopping blades, they still opened their bloody mouths and bit towards the three of them.

Li Ziyang and the three of them also appeared one after another wounds, and a trace of blood flowed out of these wounds, and the bloody aura in the air stimulated these demon beasts to launch a fierce attack on the three of them.