Ye Chen's face was bloodless, and his whole human shape was skeletal, he looked at the middle-aged man frankly, with infinite ridicule in his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen, who was calm and calm, his eyes showed madness, the beasts were already suffering heavy casualties, his mission this time was already doomed to failure, if he couldn't solve Ye Chen, he would definitely be punished after returning to the Demon King Palace.

After a moment, the middle-aged man had a resolute expression and a determined look in his eyes.

The crow behind him began to hiss for the fourth time after being instructed by the middle-aged man.

At this moment, the black crow's body trembled suddenly, and its figure showed some signs of dissipation, it opened its beak with difficulty, and a vague sound came out, and as the crow made this sound, its body began to slowly dissipate, gradually blurring and becoming transparent.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened like copper bells, his face was even more pale, the black hair on his temples suddenly turned white, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen with horror in his eyes.

After the crow let out its last chirp, the smile on his face was still there, Ye Chen described it as withered, skinny, and even a trace of death emanating from his body.

But Ye Chen's eyes were still full of energy, and Gu Bo was not surprised.

At this time, the middle-aged man seemed to be a teenager old, but when he noticed that Ye Chen's body was exuding a dead air, he suddenly burst into laughter, because the laughter was so intense that he couldn't help coughing.

The middle-aged man covered his mouth, and after a few coughs, he said: "You will eventually die under the curse, although my golden crow bloodline will be cut off, but you will eventually die in my hands, haha......"

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen, who was lifeless, a smile appeared in his eyes, he finally boiled Ye Chen to death, although he lost some longevity this time, and his golden crow bloodline had been cut off, but as long as he could kill Ye Chen, he could abandon these.

The middle-aged man stopped coughing, he clenched his hands so hard that his fists trembled a little, his nails were embedded in his palms, and a trace of blood flowed out, the task that he was able to complete easily became what he is now because of Ye Chen and the four of them, in this battle, the beasts have been greatly injured, and he has also paid a heavy price, and he will be severely punished after returning to the Demon King Palace.

Thinking of the punishment of the Demon King Palace, the middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble, that kind of severe punishment was simply worse than death for those of them who were tortured.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen suddenly, his eyes were hideous, all of this was because of the one in front of him.

Looking at the withered Ye Chen, he couldn't wait to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Ye Chen looked at the middle-aged man with a flat face, even if the dead aura on his body became more and more intense, he still did not change his face.

Seeing Ye Chen with a calm face, the anger in the middle-aged man's heart became more and more vigorous, he didn't know why Ye Chen still had a smile on his face, why he was still so calm.

The dead qi in Ye Chen's body became more and more intense, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, which could disappear at any time.

The middle-aged man glanced at the fight in the canyon, and the fight between the demon beast and Li Ziyang and the three of them entered a stalemate, and the two sides were evenly matched, and they were all facing each other.

The middle-aged man's heart sank, he couldn't let all the demon beasts die here, otherwise the punishment he faced would be even heavier.

He looked at Ye Chen coldly, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the dementor banner appeared in his hand.

He looked at the three feather feathers at the end of the flag, these three golden feather feathers were left behind by the three deceased seniors in their Golden Crow clan, these were the three natal feather feathers, and some of their cultivation remained on them.

After the death of these three predecessors of the Golden Crow Clan, they even volunteered to integrate their souls into the Dementor Banner and became the central existence of the Dementor Banner.

There was silence in the middle-aged man's eyes, and after a moment he waved the Dementor Flag, and the three golden feathers at the tail of the banner collided together, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, in the space in which the Dementor Banner formed its own realm, the three golden suns that were high above suddenly appeared, and these three dazzling clusters of light were like three eggshells, and the three golden crows rushed out of this light cluster, they slowly flapped their wings, flapped their wings and flew, and rushed out of the Dementor Banner.

At the moment when these three golden crows appeared, the entire Qingya Canyon was instantly illuminated, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

These three golden crows fluttered their wings and flew into the sky, and at this moment there seemed to be four suns in the sky.

Ye Chen squinted his narrow eyes and looked up at the three golden crows.

Hanging in the void, wisps of fire danced around the three golden crows, and these flames seemed to have life, surrounding the golden crows.

The middle-aged man looked at the three golden crows with admiration, his face was serious, and his eyes showed respect.

The three golden crows high above looked at Ye Chen together, and there was not the slightest fluctuation in their eyes, because they had already died, and now they were just souls who had lost their minds, and only subconscious killing remained.

Ye Chen looked at the three golden crows, and there was a faint tingling pain in his eyes.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed murderous intent, he looked at Ye Chen, and said softly, "Your time of death has arrived." ”

The cold tone spit out from between his tongue and teeth, and his cold eyes stabbed towards Ye Chen like a knife.

Ye Chen smiled faintly, he glanced at the battlefield, and said softly, "It's time to end." ”

Then he took a step forward, his pale complexion began to become ruddy, his white hair as white as frost returned to its original state, and a burst of black mist poured out of his body, which disappeared in an instant after pouring out of Ye Chen's body.

The qi and blood in Ye Chen's body flowed through his body again like a torrent, and the spiritual energy on his body also gushed out like a spring, and the scars on his body began to heal......

After a while, Ye Chen recovered as before, without any scars on his body, his eyes were radiant and refreshed.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen, who had recovered in an instant, his eyes showed horror, his expression changed greatly, and his whole body trembled.

"You...... How will you be able to get rid of the curse? ”

The middle-aged man was as if he had been struck by lightning, his tone trembled lightly, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He never expected that Ye Chen would be able to get rid of the curse, and besides, he had never heard of anyone being able to get rid of the curse.

Ye Chen looked at the middle-aged man who was now so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he said lightly: "You are too underestimated in the God King Realm, and you are too underestimated in favor of me Ye Chen." ”

After he finished speaking, he sighed softly, the curse was indeed powerful, but it had no effect on him.

Ye Chen looked at the middle-aged man and said softly, "Today is your funeral." ”