Chapter 1399 Hell, What Does It Feel Like?

boom!

The terrifying and violent impact stunned everyone present.

But I couldn't help it, everyone was laughing out of their noses.

One second, Mo Xiu was asked to protect Yang Zhen, and the next second, Chen Xiaotian bumped into him, what is this?

Chen Xiaotian was really pissed off by Yang Zhen.

You take out a scorpion, I take out a scorpion, you take out a death black lotus, and I take out the heaven and earth blue lotus and the world-destroying lotus.

This situation can literally drive a person crazy.

Everyone had a strange look of astonishment on their faces, and they stared blankly at Chen Xiaotian who was stunned.

The rest of the moxiu hurriedly withdrew the defensive formation, their faces full of panic.

Chen Xiaotian roared angrily, his face was livid, he stared at Yang Zhen and shouted: "Yang Zhen, you will die today, even if the gods and demons are alive, they can't save your life!"

boom--!

After an earth-shattering loud noise, the devilish energy in Chen Xiaotian's body completely burned, and a black long sword in his hand rushed towards Yang Zhen with black waves of fire burning.

Without the protection of the magic cultivator's defensive formation, Yang Zhen was exposed to the terrifying sword light almost immediately.

At this moment, a strange look suddenly appeared on Yang Zhen's face.

Whoosh!

Yang Zhen disappeared, and just disappeared from everyone's sight.

There was a sound of exclamation, and everyone's faces were full of horror, looking around in a daze, looking for Yang Zhen's shadow.

Chen Xiaotian was startled, with a look of fury on his face, the surrounding fire waves ignited crazily, covering a distance of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

"You bastard, come out!"

After an earth-shattering loud noise, the long sword in Chen Xiaotian's hand tore through the sky, piercing through the sky and earth, and directly hit the place where Yang Zhen disappeared.

At this moment, an exclamation came.

"My lord be careful!"

The face of the devil emperor who came following Chen Xiaotian changed wildly, and just about to rush towards Chen Xiaotian, the old man Yuewang showed a sneer on his face, and punched the devil emperor.

"Old guy, your opponent is me!"

boom!

The air wave erupted, sending countless people flying.

When Yang Zhen reappeared, he was already behind Chen Xiaotian, and punched Chen Xiaotian with an ordinary punch.

Among the crowd, Luo Jin and Jin Chanzi were dumbfounded.

Especially Luo Jin, exclaimed, and said: "Impossible, how can such a punch threaten Chen Xiaotian, what exactly does Yang Zhen want to do?"

Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together, trembling again and again, looked at Yang Zhen with disbelief, and said, "This punch is not easy!"

As soon as the voice fell, the change rose sharply.

Yang Zhen's hand actually disappeared.

It was as if he had penetrated the void and appeared directly on Chen Xiaotian's face.

"Goodbye!"

Yang Zhen grinned, and then, there was a sound of punching to the flesh.

Boom boom boom!

Several punches landed on Chen Xiaotian's face.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in panic, watching Chen Xiaotian's face being flattened by Yang Zhen, and his nose was crooked.

The cheap cat's eyeballs almost popped out, looked at Yang Zhen with a weird face, and muttered to himself: "Dig grass, ruthless!"

"Why Yang, you are easy to wash..."

Chen Xiaotian was so furious that he ran away.

Yang Zhen chased after him wildly, cursing and cursing: "Damn it, it's none of your business whether Ben Sao Sheng dies or not, you should stop and let Ben Sao Sheng die well."

"Boy, if you dare to kill the lord, the old man will definitely make your life worse than death!"

In mid-air, the voice of the Devil Emperor was like the roar of wild and ferocious beasts, but what's the use of roaring now, it's not like being chased by the old man Yuewang running all over the sky.

The more Yue Wang looked at Yang Zhen, the more joyful he looked. Hearing what the devil said, he smiled and said, "Boy, smash as much as you want, punch and punch, beep his mother, if you want to burn life, just use it You little devil cultivators are also worthy, and it is not too bad to let your great emperor come."

Hum——!

A round of bright moon appeared in mid-air, and the old man Yuewang stretched out his finger, and a brilliance piercing through the heaven and earth blasted towards the devil emperor, but his eyes kept falling on Yang Zhen, and then said: "Boy, you can beat it at ease, the old man wants to see it." Look, how this old guy can make your life worse than death."

boom!

Another punch landed on Chen Xiaotian's head, and Chen Xiaotian's head was almost blown off by Yang Zhen's hammer.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a creepy feeling, looking at Yang Zhen with horror.

Chen Xiaotian seemed to be stupefied by Yang Zhen, with a crazy look on his face, he suddenly turned around and hugged Yang Zhen, and said in a gloomy voice: "Boy, I have never suffered such humiliation in so many years, today, I want to see, Between you and me, who can survive."

As he said that, a dark red magic flame suddenly ignited on Chen Xiaotian's body, and a terrifying aura of destructive force surged towards all directions crazily.

There was a look of despair on everyone's face.

"The demon disintegrates!"

I don't know who exclaimed, countless people ran towards the surroundings, and even those demon cultivators showed panicked expressions on their faces, and hurriedly avoided the surroundings.

boom!

Yang Zhen didn't even have a chance to speak, and was directly submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

Horrific waves of fire burned the sky, and terrifying waves of destructive air swept from all directions, and those monks who were swept inside were burned to powder almost instantly.

For a moment, the entire top of Xiyuan Mountain was filled with the sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

"Holy Lord!"

"My lord!"

"Yang Zhen!"

Countless shouts resounded in mid-air.

Everyone on the top of Xiyuan Mountain stared dumbfounded at the sea of ​​blood that exploded in mid-air.

Chen Xiaotian, unexpectedly died together with Yang Zhen?

No, they didn't die together. Although the disintegration of the Heavenly Demon was terrifying, it could still leave behind a trace of its origin. Although its vitality was greatly damaged, Chen Xiaotian was still able to recover his strength after ten or a hundred years.

But Yang Zhen is different, Yang Zhen does not have the method of disintegrating the demon, he will be burned to death directly, and even the soul cannot escape.

Sure enough, countless people heard a scream, followed by Yang Zhen's voice.

"Ah, I died, I died so badly, ah, my soul, my soul is almost burnt out..."

Hearing these words, everyone was horrified and swallowed their saliva involuntarily.

Although these words sound a little weird, who cares about such details at this time?

Yang Zhen is about to die, who cares if what he shouted is a little weird?

The mournful atmosphere condensed in mid-air, and the tens of thousands of monks Yang Zhen rescued from the Demon Sect all showed furious expressions on their faces, rushing towards the surrounding Demon Cultivators like desperately.

Only the cheap cat was stunned, and walked towards Xutiandi Palace cursing.

"Damn it, this deity already knows that this bastard entered the Xutian Emperor's Palace by himself, digging grass, that's called, it's too ugly."

In the sea of ​​blood all over the sky, a figure passed like a white horse. No one noticed that Yang Zhen didn't even have any wounds on his body.

It is true that the disintegration of the demon can shock and kill countless people, but what is Yang Zhen's body?

The holy realm of sanctification of the flesh!

Want to burn Chen Xiaotian to death just because his demon disintegrated?

This motherfucker is simply joking!

However, under the plan, Yang Zhen sneaked into the Emperor Xutian Palace alone.

It's just that when Yang Zhen stepped into the Xutian Emperor's Palace, he suddenly felt like a dream.

Finally home?

Yang Zhen stood there in a daze, scratched his head, and muttered to himself: "Damn it, what does it feel like?"

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