The entire secret realm was still at this time, and the skull of the false god was rolling down, real and terrifying, making people feel chills in their hearts.

Everyone was dumbfounded, is this a god butcher?

Although this is just a scene of the manifestation of the Dao, it is also shocking enough.

But Ye Zichuan's performance was even more rebellious, and he actually cut off the head of the pseudo-god alive!

Not only in the secret realm, but the scene here was witnessed by the entire Chaoge City, and tens of millions of people were silent, looking at the tall and long figure in a daze, and felt a great coercion at this time!

There is no doubt that Ye Zichuan became famous in the first battle, and his name is destined to be spread throughout the martial arts.

And Bai Xiaomen's previous assessment of him was once again erased, because such combat power was no longer enough to rank on the list of potential marquises, and the list of young emperors was more than enough!

Boom!

The body of the pseudo-god exploded, turning into a point of light in the sky and dissipating, Ye Zichuan had a guillotine knife on his head, and at this moment, there was a compelling demonic nature, like a mountain pressing on everyone's hearts!

Ye Zichuan looked directly at Chongwenhuan, who was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were as cold as a heavenly sword.

"I'm defeated!" After a long time, Chong Wenhuan spoke bitterly, as if he still couldn't accept such an ending.

More than ten years of Taoguang cultivation, sharpening swords and cultivating the Tao, just for today's soaring sky, but I didn't expect to meet such a freak as Ye Zichuan, and more than ten years of penance finally came to an abrupt end.

"This time, Ye Zichuan wins!" the ancestor of the dynasty announced loudly, and when he looked at Ye Zichuan, his eyes were full of undisguised heat and appreciation.

Such a proud celestial masterpiece, if he recruits talents to the dynasty, why worry about the dynasty not prospering?

The battle between Ye Zichuan and Chong Wenhuan came to an end, and everyone couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, looking at Ye Zichuan. His eyes were full of awe and jealousy.

"Little Yezi, well done!" The Purple Moon Man was a big ghost, and patted Ye Zichuan's shoulder in an old-fashioned manner, and Ye Zichuan could only smile bitterly.

In the battle with Chong Wenhuan, he can be said to have used the solution of his whole body.

The Supreme Dharma, the sword of the gods. Yin and Yang two qi, each of which is his confidence to fight beyond the ranks, among which there are many secret techniques created by Tianzun-level existences, and when fighting against Chong Wenhuan, Ye Zichuan used all of them, which shows the strength of Chong Wenhuan's combat power.

In this battle, Ye Zichuan was not easy, the divine power in his body was almost dry, and even the demon pill in the lower dantian was much dimmer. It's just that compared to Chongwen Huanlai, it is undoubtedly much better.

The existence of the Heaven and Earth Source Ding and the Demon Refining Xuanfetus Sutra made the power in his body comparable to divine power when he was still a demon element, and now after becoming holy, he has transformed into divine power, and his power has naturally become stronger!

"Brother Ye, your tone is a little ruthless for me! Look at Chong Wenhuan's face, you still don't believe it!" Jiang Yufan came to Ye Zichuan's side and laughed. When he looked at Ye Zichuan, he was in awe.

This world is so realistic, everything is based on strength.

Dignity. Resources, awe, there is not a single one that is not earned by strength!

"Let's take a break, there are still a few battles ahead. Di Cang walked over and handed Ye Zichuan a jade bottle, which contained some elixirs to restore divine power.

Ye Zichuan is also welcome. After taking the jade bottle and pouring out a elixir, he sat down cross-legged.

At the entrance of the elixir, it turned into a majestic medicinal power that swept through the whole body, but it was not violent, but like a gurgling stream of water. It's mild.

Ye Zichuan ran the Demon Refining Xuanti Sutra, refining the majestic medicinal power into divine power, and cultivating it to recover little by little.

After the end of this battle, there is a period of rest, and the specific situation is based on the speed of several people's cultivation recovery, anyway, everyone has to keep themselves standing at the peak, so that the battle will be fair and interesting.

Several hours of hard work passed in a flash, but no one showed an impatient look, all waiting for the final battle, wanting to see which of the four could stand to the end?

"In the penultimate game, Ye Zichuan vs. Qianxi!" The voice of the Imperial Ancestor who presided over this level sounded, feeling that Ye Zichuan had recovered to his peak state, and Qianhui had recovered a long time ago.

Ye Zichuan gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, stood up, and came to the high platform with a slight jump.

Qian Yu also stood on the other side of the high platform at this time, and when he looked at Ye Zichuan, his eyes were full of solemnity.

He thought that he would not have much chance of winning against Shang Chong Wenhuan, but Ye Zichuan was able to defeat him, which was completely unexpected by him.

Under the command of the eldest prince, he is now the only one left, and Gu Changmen, who is slightly inferior to him, was defeated by Ye Zichuan a long time ago.

Qianhui knew very well in her heart that the eldest prince was afraid that he would miss the position of the crown prince this time!

"The battle begins!" As soon as the voice of the Imperial Ancestor fell, Qian Yu made a move, and the movement was like thunder.

His eyebrows shone with a piercing light, as if he was pregnant with a god, shrouded in an early bright aura.

Thundered!

The sky collapsed, and a black eighteen-story hell flew out from the center of Qianxi's eyebrows, and the place instantly became gloomy and dark.

The miserable howls of the ghosts, the roars of the demons, and the sounds were endless, as if they had really come to the Nine Netherworlds, which made people's hearts confused.

Ye Zichuan's heart is like a rock, and he can't move the Ming King Divine Seal in his hand, and it is difficult to shake it like a rock.

He evolved the Fighting Saint Method, and various secrets continued to emerge around him.

The stars shine in the blue sky, the chaos gives birth to green lotus, the stars rise to the bright moon, the eternal blue sky, the sunset on the long river, the lonely smoke in the desert, and there are no less than ten kinds of them!

This scene stunned everyone, is this still human?

It is already a great opportunity for others to learn one or two secret phases, but at this time, Ye Zichuan has displayed more than a dozen of them.

Everyone has the mind to vomit blood, people are more angry than people!

This is completely relying on the rebellion of the Fighting Holy Law, with Ye Zichuan's comprehension, comprehending three or four is probably the limit, and it is difficult to fully comprehend them.

But with the Fighting Saint Method, all of this is no longer a problem, and it is possible to evolve dozens of kinds.

Ye Zichuan tried his best to capture the charm after the fusion of the secret phase, and after hundreds of triggers, he successfully captured the charm, and the more than a dozen secret phases around him also merged at this time!

Rumble!

The whole heaven and earth trembled, as if some peerless existence was about to descend on this realm, and the oppressive aura was like a hundred thousand Dan Mountain, pressing on everyone's bodies.

More than a dozen kinds of mysteries are combined, and a vast and vague world appears here, as if it is divided into nine heavens, and it seems to be divided into three thousand worlds, the majestic coercion is indescribable, like a real world!

Ye Zichuan urged the world after the fusion of the secret phases, and crashed straight into the eighteenth layer of hell.

One is the heavens and all worlds where all things live, and the other is the Nine Netherworlds where the soul is reincarnated, they are like two completely opposite opposites, and at this time, in such a posture, they collide blatantly!

Thundered!

There was a thunderous explosion in the boundless clear sky, which made people's eardrums almost burst and tremble.

The collision of the two worlds is like two avenues, one yin and one yang, diametrically opposed, it is difficult to be compatible, and at this time, a violent force erupts, almost destroying the world!

The Emperor Ancestor looked solemn, and once again performed the supreme magic method to isolate the void, for fear of harming the pond fish.

It was a terrifying sight, as if the end had come, the vast world and the eighteen layers of hell collided, and the power erupted like a volcano, blazing and furious, drowning everything.

The void disappeared completely, turning into nothingness, and fragments of time and space were flying, brilliant and dazzling.

Ye Zichuan turned his hands into yin and yang and struck an earth-shattering blow.

The black and white beams of light became the only one between heaven and earth, dividing heaven and earth into two worlds, yin and yang, piercing the void and blasting towards Qianhui like a devastating one.

Qianxi's face changed, and his hands instantly formed thousands of marks, and at the same time, he raised a rune full of mysterious runes, and laid a divine wall in front of him, defending unparalleled.

Rumble!

Another deafening sound sounded, and the two qi of yin and yang pierced through the divine wall, and the power decreased sharply, but it was still terrifying, and it blasted Qian Yu out of the air, spitting blood from his mouth.

There is not the slightest suspense in this battle, after all, in the last battle, Ye Zichuan has already shown terrifying combat power.

Even Chong Wenhuan, who is said to have gone through a few moves under the Martial King, was defeated by him, and Qianhui will not be an exception, and the end of defeat has long been doomed.

The void slowly calmed down, and the Imperial Ancestor waved his hand and put away the magic method.

After Ye Zichuan arched his hand to Qianxi, he walked off the high platform.

Qianyu looked at Ye Zichuan's back, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and his expression looked very complicated.

Was he too weak, or was Ye Zichuan too strong? First he was defeated at the hands of Ge Yuan of the Martial Sect Fourth Heaven, and now he was defeated at the hands of Ye Zichuan of the Second Heaven.

If it weren't for the cruelty of reality, he really suspected that the more he practiced, the more he went back.

After the battle between the two came to an end, everyone knew that the next battle was the battle between Ge Yuan and Chong Wenhuan, and many people were speculating about who would win this battle.

Many people will definitely be Chong Wenhuan, after all, his performance along the way is in the eyes of everyone, especially when he fought against Ye Zichuan, he used the power of "divine punishment", which made everyone jealous.

As for Ge Yuan, although his performance was amazing, and that shocking sword left an indelible impression on everyone, his cultivation was only four heavens after all.

One person like Ye Zichuan is enough, but if there are a few more, many people don't even have the confidence to practice.

Six or seven heavens higher are not the opponents of the other party, and there is a use in cultivation?

"In the penultimate scene, Ge Yuan vs. Chong Wenhuan!" the voice of the Imperial Ancestor sounded, pulling everyone's thoughts back, and they all looked at the high platform.

Ge Yuan was carrying the ancient sword on his back, his divine power had been fully recovered, and the whole person was like a divine sword that tore apart the heavens and the earth, with a sharp edge that was incomparable, giving people a lot of pressure.

And Chong Wenhuan also returned to his peak state, his face was ruddy, and his handsome face looked a little bewitching, elegant like a scholar.

"The battle begins!" As the voice fell, Ge Yuan and Chong Wenhuan moved at the same time.

One put one hand on the hilt of the ancient sword behind his back, the sword qi bloomed, and a book appeared above his head, flipping with a bang. (To be continued.) )