A gust of wind blew, and the sky above the lake seemed extremely silent. The breath was extremely oppressive, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Haha......"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man suddenly let out a burst of arrogant laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, stirring up the calm lake and gradually rippling.

"Shut up!" A loud shout burst out from the mouth of the young man in white, like a muffled thunder blasting into the air, and the vibrating eardrums trembled slightly.

The laughter came to an abrupt end, which was particularly eerie.

"Boy, I've already given you the chance to choose, you don't know what to do, I'll ask you again at the end, to pay or not to pay!"

The voice of the young man in white became cold and piercing in an instant, and even his name changed, and anger came out of his heart and surged in the depths of his eyes.

Obviously, he completely lost his patience, and the ferocity he showed completely tore off the mask of hypocrisy.

"I also said that, if I want the lotus seeds of the Ice Moon Holy Lotus, I can pick them myself, and what I get is mine!" This time, Ye Han didn't even tremble, as if he had anticipated the other party's attitude, and behaved extremely calmly.

"Lord Tianlong, is it necessary to talk nonsense with this Divine Monarch realm? Let me 'entertain' well, I'm not afraid that he won't hand it over!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man twitched his backhand, and a big knife appeared in his hand, a cold light was fierce, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man showed his sharp claws, and he was clearly threatened.

The white-clothed young man stared at Ye Han with a sword-like gaze, and nodded slightly.

"Waste, since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man's eyes swelled, and with a big knife in his hand, a burst of brilliant golden light vented out.

The blade broke through the air, and the extremely sharp golden rays seemed to split the heavens and the earth in an instant.

The artistic conception of gold!

Ye Han's eyes flashed, and he seemed a little surprised that this gray-clothed middle-aged man was using the artistic conception of gold. But it's only just ninety percent.

"Zhao Linhai advanced to the Holy Monarch with the artistic conception of gold, and with the divine sword in his hand, the general Holy Monarch is not his opponent, this arrogant kid may not be able to resist even a move!" The woman in blue smiled disdainfully, obviously in her opinion, Ye Han was really arrogant, almost forgetting that he was just a Divine Monarch, facing the three Holy Monarchs, and being so arrogant, it was simply self-defeating!

The young man in white did not speak. just looked at Ye Han indifferently, and his eyes were completely like looking at a dead person.

"Die!"

The golden light flashed, like a golden lightning, crossing the night sky, and the sharp breath whistled by, slashing towards Ye Han.

The gray-clothed man had a hideous face, a taste of excitement ejaculated in his violent eyes, and the tip of his bright red tongue licked his lips. It seems to have smelled death coming.

"Is this the artistic conception of the ninth-level gold, how do you feel that you are not as strong as me?"

Ye Han's face was calm, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The sharp smell that came to the face was of course extremely sharp, crossing the heavens and the earth. However, compared to the artistic conception of gold that Ye Han comprehended, it seemed to be even weaker.

How is this possible? Ninety percent is not as good as eighty percent? Is it true?

This is just a feeling, Ye Han is not sure, the dark light that shines from his right hand. After a slight pause, it turned into the same golden light and shot out.

In an instant, Ye Han's palm seemed to be holding a giant sword made of gold. Under the watery night sky, there is a brilliant light.

As soon as the sword was slashed out, it collided with the sharp qi on the opposite side.

"Boom!"

The trills of the metal impact suddenly sounded in the space, carried by the wind, and fell into the ears of others, feeling incredible.

"What he comprehended was also the artistic conception of gold?" The woman in blue was slightly startled, but she didn't take it to heart: "The realm of the Divine Monarch has only comprehended eighty percent at most, and compared with the artistic conception of ninety percent gold, it can't resist ...... at all."

"What ......" Before the woman in blue could finish speaking, she suddenly exclaimed, her eyes wide open, as if she was stunned by what she saw in front of her.

"Click!"

The first to shatter was the sword swung by the gray-clothed middle-aged man, the golden sword qi flashed, and the gray-clothed middle-aged man could only hurriedly stretch out his knife to resist, and his body suddenly shook and was knocked out.

"How is this possible? My artistic conception of ninety percent gold can't stop eighty percent of ......."

The man in gray looked down at his chest, and a bloody streak appeared, blood flowed out, and the pain welled up in his chest, telling him that what happened was not his dream.

The face of the young man in white also changed, he looked at the scar on the chest of the middle-aged man in gray, and then looked up at Ye Han, his eyes flashed, thinking about something.

"Did it really break the artistic conception of ninety percent gold......?

Even Ye Han was slightly surprised, and his ignorant guess before actually appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel some surprise.

It stands to reason that ninety percent of the artistic conception must be stronger than eighty percent of the artistic conception. But now it seems that in the realm, the weak can defeat the strong, and the depth of the artistic conception and the depth of comprehension of each person are different, which may have caused this situation!

"This can't be!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man suddenly burst out with a terrible roar, raised his head and glared at Ye Han, his fierce light was revealed, and he yelled: "Give me death!"

Woohoo!

The big knife on his back was raised, and the gray-clothed middle-aged man seemed to be crazy, and quickly slashed out, and one after another sharp knives flashed, scattered in the space, like a spider web, all over the place, and slashed towards Ye Han from all around.

For a while, the golden rays were brilliant and the divine light was brilliant, and the sight was completely obscured by the golden sword.

Ye Han's heart was settled, and he waved the golden long sword in his hand without hesitation, and the sword qi like water shot out calmly, piercing through the void, without even making too much noise, it was obviously extremely sharp, and easily, he tore open the space and met it.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a rapid sonorous sound, boiling space, and the broken golden rays were scattered in the space like sparks, and they would be buried in the air in an instant, and suddenly disappear.

"It's just your luck just now!Divine Monarch trash, you're not dead yet!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man roared viciously, his eyes full of fierce gaze and fierce murderous intent.

Looking at the golden mangs that covered the heavens and the earth, he didn't think that this kid who only had the realm of the Divine Monarch could resist it.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the space in front of him changed suddenly, and the area covered with golden light seemed to be a bubble that had been punctured, and it was destroyed in an instant. In his sight, a golden light fell from the sky and slashed down towards the top of his head.

"It's... It can't be..."

The fierce gaze instantly turned into a terrifying wave, and before the words in the gray-clothed middle-man's mouth could be finished, the golden light flashed, swept along his body, and swept into the endless void behind him.

"Zhao Linhai!"

The young man in white had a cold face, his eyes erupted, and thunder spread all over the sky, released from his body.

"He's dead?!" The woman in blue's face instantly turned ugly. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Although the relationship between the two is not very good, they are always companions, and more importantly, the strength of the woman in blue is not much different from the other party, and there is a feeling that the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad.

'Click!'

A thin line split from the forehead of the man in gray, and in the blink of an eye, it split in half.

'Poof!' and fell from the sky. It fell beneath the surface of the lake, and a bloody color floated up.

"You dare to kill!" The young man in white was stunned, his eyes shot straight out like bright stars, and his fierce aura gave people an aura of destruction.

"Thunder Artistic Conception?!" Ye Han said with a slight surprise.

It is also the artistic conception of ninety percent. But the feeling that this person gave Ye Han was stronger than that gray-clothed middle-aged man in terms of strength, but it was not as good as Ling Yutian who dared to enter the Initial Continent.

In an instant, I understood. The Ling Yutian he met at the beginning should be an extremely powerful Saint Monarch, even on this continent. Not here, there are masters everywhere. At least a master like Ling Yutian is not common.

"That old demon, he was deceived again!"

Along the way, Ye Han was cautious, and now that he thinks about it, a strong person of this level is not necessarily much stronger than the Holy Monarch of Tiancangyu.

"Even if you hand over the lotus seeds now, you must die!" The young man in white had a cold face, and his hands were gathered together, turning into a thunder spear.

The pure silver glow was devastating, terrifying, ready to tear the world apart.

"It's not something that my thunder artistic conception can resist!" Ye Han only glanced at it and got the answer.

"Eighty percent gold, if you want to stop me, you are simply looking for death!" The young man in white saw the surging golden light on Ye Han's palm, and let out a disdainful mockery, but the words did not fall.

"Peng!"

On Ye Han's other hand, an equally brilliant yin light gushed out, like a ball of lightning intertwined, exuding a suffocating aura of destruction.

"Thunder Artistic Conception?, you actually comprehend the two law artistic conceptions?" The young man in white said with some surprise, and then after seeing it clearly, he continued: "It's eighty percent artistic conception again, although you have two different law artistic conceptions, but if you want to resist my ninety percent attack with two eighty percent artistic conceptions, it's still a little worse! Unless you fuse the two artistic conceptions, it's impossible!"

The white-clothed young man sneered, and with a movement of his palm, the silver spear that the thunder artistic conception turned into broke through the void and shot straight out, piercing through the heavens and the earth, and shooting straight towards Ye Han's chest.

In the face of the fierce killing machine, Ye Han stood still, his hands were closed, and the golden light and silver rays were surrounded together, and the lightning and flint turned into one.

With both hands together, they raised their hands towards the sky, forming a space giant axe with gold and silver.

"Fusion of artistic conceptions? This can't be ......"

The young man in white had round eyes and eyes full of disbelief.

"Click!"

The space giant axe, which contains sharp and destructive power, is extremely sharp on the blade surrounded by golden light and silver, tearing through the space in one fell swoop and slashing downward.

"You can't kill me! I'm ......"

The young man in white wanted to resist but it was too late, the space giant axe that fused the artistic conception of gold and the artistic conception of thunder, and the terrifying divine power even exceeded the power of the demonic intent.

Suddenly it crashed down, completely destroying the space where the young man in white was standing, the golden light beating, the silver light flickered, and it was bright, turning into nothingness! (To be continued......