Chapter 443: The Power of the Mark of Destruction

Countless fierce ghosts have emerged, these are real existences, not the evolution of the realm, but there is no self-awareness, all are murderous spirits who only know how to kill, only the instinct of hunting, the realm of ten zhang, and tens of thousands of evil ghosts.

It was rushing towards Yi Yang's body, and in just an instant, it was to drown Yi Yang, countless evil ghosts tore and bited, and Yi Yang's Yuan Spirit emitted an boundless sharp pain, which was a sharp pain that could not be described in words.

There are countless magical powers and secret techniques in front of him, Yi Yang can't use them, forcibly interrupting the realm of evolution, making his soul weaken to the lowest point, pain, pain, pain, intense pain in Yi Yang's clarity, which is ten thousand times more painful than his physical body.

The golden light was slowly submerged by ten thousand ghosts, and the last trace of Yi Yang's consciousness was about to be swallowed by the evil ghosts, but with a terrible scream, one of the evil ghosts was burned by the mixed yuan divine fire in Yi Yang's Yuan Spirit.

turned into the purest spiritual energy and returned to Yi Yang's Yuan Spirit, the return of spiritual energy gave Yi Yang a chance to breathe, but the mixed Yuan Divine Fire in his soul was diffuse, full of boundless divinity.

"Mixed Yuan Divine Fire, how did I forget him, hahaha! Ten Thousand Ghost Realm, all become my tonic! Mixed Yuan Divine Fire, burn it for me." ”

Yi Yang let out a boundless laugh, and the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire swept out, turning into a golden flame dragon, and wherever it passed, the demons retreated one after another, all of them were incinerated, and the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire continued to grow.

From the initial one zhang or so, it directly exploded to five zhang of giant, a mouthful of golden flames swallowed out, and the entire ten-zhang realm was full of dense flames, and tens of thousands of evil ghosts didn't even have time to scream, they were completely incinerated and all turned into the purest energy.

Countless spiritual energy leads through the flame dragon to feed back into the Yuan Spirit, bursts of refreshing breath, so that Yi Yang is deeply intoxicated, the manifestation of the Yuan Spirit is more and more clear, more and more condensed, as if it is materialized, full of a mysterious and mysterious breath.

Yuan Ling's cultivation is all the way forward, quickly breaking through to the realm of the four heavens of the Divine Power Realm, all the ten thousand ghosts in front of him were swallowed by Yi Yang as energy, and the mixed Yuan Divine Fire evolved into a fire dragon, hovering above the Yuan Spirit, like an immortal holy king, full of boundless royal road holy might.

"Cool, it's so cool, hahaha! I said the Undead Monarch, are there any ghosts? Just take it out! Young Master Ben, I will not refuse to come, quickly, quickly, quickly. ”

Yi Yang Yuanling let out a smile that was extremely happy, and the whole person seemed to be arrogant to the extreme.

The Undead Monarch almost vomited blood alive, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Realm that he had painstakingly evolved actually made a wedding dress for people, what kind of flame was this, it could have such power, and directly refine the Ten Thousand Ghosts for his own use, the hatred in the Undead Monarch's heart! Even he didn't dare to approach the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire easily now, because he felt a deep fear.

"Stinky boy, you dare to blaspheme this monarch and die if you don't die obediently, this monarch will send you to die immediately, suffer death! Soul space, Senluo Hell, this monarch wants you to suffer from the eighteen layers of hell, give me death. ”

The undead monarch let out a monstrous roar, and the anger in his heart was imaginable, he was one of the top ten monarchs of the Hundred Clans Battlefield, and he was forced to this point, if it was spread out, this old face would be put there.

Endless black runes diffused out, evolving countless chains of order, and a terrifying space was presented, and there were countless mountains of knives in front of the eyes, each of which was nailed to a demon, and the terrible screams were endless, making people daunting.

This is not an illusion, but a real existence, Yi Yang Yuan Ling was nailed to the top of the knife mountain, dozens of long knives passed through his Yuan Ling, making his soul is a burst of convulsions, and the boundless pain swept over again, permeating the entire soul.

Each of these long knives is evolved by the power of the soul, even if it is the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire, it is difficult to stop, this is the sublimation of space and realm, this level of Mixed Yuan Divine Fire is simply ineffective, every puncture makes Yi Yang suffer inexplicable pain.

Tongue Pulling Hell, Fire Sea Hell is a full eighteen layers of hell, so that his Yuan Ling is going through a passing scene, the boundless pain is already Yi Yang numb, and he doesn't know how long it has passed, an instant, or ten thousand years.

After the eighteenth layer of hell, the Yuan Spirit has collapsed, and even the Mixed Yuan Divine Fire is still a little flame, and the consciousness is like a flat boat in the sea, which may be destroyed at any time, and the consciousness gradually sinks, and the scenes are displayed.

"Is this what death feels like? It's too painful, let me die, I don't want to bear this pain anymore, maybe death is really a good destination, old man, Uncle Long, Uncle Feng, no frost, Yubai, fat, grave digger, big brother farewell"

The last trace of consciousness of Yuan Ling was wiped out, and Yuan Ling was already gradually sinking, and finally came to the verge of dissipation.

"Yi Yang, you remember to Uncle Long, anyone can die, but not because you are not qualified to die, you have to pay off your debts, you have to pay them back"

The sound of thunder exploded when Yi Yang's Yuan Ling was finally about to be annihilated, and Yuan Ling once again felt an infinite pain, which made Yi Yang's consciousness sober up.

"Anyone can die, but I am not qualified to die, I don't want to die, I want to live, you don't want to wear out my will in the eighteen layers of hell, I want to live, because I have too many regrets that have not been completed, I still have to overthrow the human emperor, be the supreme ruler of all you, die. ”

Yi Yang roared, and the Yuan Spirit appeared again, and he found that the eighteenth layer of hell had disappeared, and a figure with an iron face was constantly devouring his Yuan Spirit.

"Bastard, you want to devour me, see if you have the appetite, destroy the mark, kill me. ”

Yi Yang erupted with a terrifying will to survive, and the black mark that was deep in the deepest part of the Yuan Spirit, suddenly a black thunderbolt appeared, and it swept towards the Undead Monarch Chairman in front of him.

"Ahh ”

The Undead Monarch let out a boundless roar, and the whole person was extremely painful, and it could be seen that a pitch-black thunder was intertwined into black lines, and half of the Undead Monarch's body was almost destroyed.

Yi Yang's mind controlled the mark of destruction, and slowly stopped, but it turned into a pitch-black thunderbolt and merged into the soul of the Death Monarch, and the Death Monarch re-transformed half of his body, sat down heavily, gasping for breath, and Tie Qing's face was completely shocked.

Yi Yang ignored him, but the last trace of the Yuan Spirit was directly integrated into the body, "Give me the Dharma Protector, if I can't evolve the realm, I will turn you into a fried ghost." ”

"Yes, master. ”

The Undead Monarch trembled and knelt in front of Yi Yang's body, the entire soul body was shaking, exuding boundless fear, the black thunder in the depths of his soul could kill his dog at any time, he knew that this time he really provoked a person who could not be provoked.