Chapter 948: Rage!

While Ye Wushuang was slashing at Mother Yun, the sky-reaching ghostly figure slashed at his back with a three-pronged sword, and the dark divine light stretched for thousands of feet.

The moment Lan Xinyu reminded her, Ye Wushuang was almost swallowed up.

"Raging God Fist!"

Ye Wushuang freed up one hand, suddenly bent his fingers, and slammed his golden fist toward his back. The golden flame surged forward like a sea of ​​​​fire, and the giant shadow of the angry god also flashed out behind Ye Wushuang.

Roar!

Qingtian's figure carried rolling divine power, like the ancient giant spirit god reviving, roaring loudly, and following Ye Wushuang's punch, it hit the ghostly figure in the sky.

Bang!

The Raging God's fist shook the sky and bombarded the three-pronged Changge, shattering it into several pieces. At the same time, the Raging God's body also collided with the sky-reaching ghost shadow. While violently exploding, an energy storm hovered up, and there was The fragments of the avenue and the law were among them, blasting a thousand-foot hole through the sky. What was even more incredible was that a ball of blue flames raged out from the storm, swallowing up the ghost shadow that reached the sky.

"Oh my god, the magical power has been cracked!"

"Is this kid still at the eighth level of the Holy King? He's a monster. He has so many tricks. It's so scary!"

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The onlookers were all shocked at the beginning. Miraculous power is a powerful way to transcend the Dharma. It is a terrifying existence that the cultivator realizes. It will accompany the cultivator throughout his life. Having magical power is equivalent to surpassing the holy king and surpassing hundreds of millions. The cultivator.

Because even many practitioners in the realm of magical powers may not be able to cultivate magical powers, which shows how terrifying it is to cultivate magical powers.

However, now the magical power has been defeated by a person at the eighth level of the Holy King.

"What kind of appearance is he? He was a great saint before. Why is he so powerful now? He is the eighth level saint king. Even Murong Sheng can't compare to him."

Mu Bingxue knew Ye Wushuang's previous cultivation level, and was surprised that even the small mouth had opened into an "O" shape and could fit an egg in it.

Murong Sheng was a monster, and in her heart, she could not compare with Murong Sheng. If Murong Sheng hadn't practiced early and became famous early, he would have reason to believe that Ye Wushuang could completely suppress Murong Sheng.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Mu Bingxue turned to look at Lan Xinyu.

"If he dies, I will die, never leave!" Lan Xinyu said, responding to Mu Bingxue's words, and at the same time turned to Ye Wushuang. To be honest, she was extremely surprised, because she had witnessed Ye Wushuang's rise all the way. It is clear what kind of cultivation Ye Wushuang had before.

"ah……"

Aunt Yun's screams did not stop, and they were extremely loud, resounding in Mingxuan Sect, attracting the entire sect to gather towards Jiufeng.

Looking at the miserable state of Madam Yun, the scalps of the crowd were numb. She had entered the magical realm. Although ordinary physical damage could not kill her, the sword slashed too hard and did not kill her, but it made her taste... She suffered extreme pain, leaving her with only half a life left!

"You know it hurts now. When you treat others, have you ever thought that others will feel pain too!"

Ye Wushuang defeated Madam Yun's magical power with the ultimate divine transformation, but his body was still killing Madam Yun. Golden holy feathers burst out from time to time, like golden arrows flying through the void. Ye Wushuang's hand kept holding the sword and slashing towards her. Mother Yun.

"Bastard, you are here to avenge that little bitch. I regret not torturing her to death in the first place!"

Madam Yun let out a sinister and ferocious roar, her old face twisted and deformed in pain, looking extremely scary. While she roared, she also waved her claws to block Ye Wushuang's attack.

"Bitch? Why don't you look at your disgusting face? Who is the bitch? You disgusting face, get out!"

Ye Wushuang became furious and became faster and faster. While slashing out a golden holy feather and colliding with Madam Yun's ghost claw, he raised his hand and slapped Madam Yun on the face.

Clang!

At the same time, he held a golden holy feather and slashed at Madam Yun's body.

"You bastard, you're so presumptuous!"

In the central palace, Murong Sheng stepped out of the palace gate, his black hair dancing wildly, and the dark energy and blood rolling over his head like a sea. He was like an invincible Hades, stepping on a side of the netherworld and rushing behind Ye Wushuang.

Boom!

The entire nine peaks exploded, and terrifying divine energy poured down. Bang bang bang, each disciple was knocked away and vomited blood.

"It's too scary. Senior Brother Murong is simply a monster!"

The people who retreated were frightened to death, and they were even more afraid of Murong Sheng.

"Give you death!"

Murong Sheng's black eyes were dark, and he opened his mouth to spit out a sound of thunder. The rolling force was as if Pluto was pronouncing his sentence. A great palm stretched out, wrapped in dark divine power, and struck Ye Wushuang's back.

Ye Wushuang felt a strong death crisis in his heart and prepared to get out of the way.

Seeing this, Aunt Yun took the opportunity to get entangled, with a sinister smile on her twisted old face, "Little beast, you can't escape, just die, and that bitch, I will make her life worse than death!"

As he said that, the ghostly withered claws grabbed at Ye Wushuang, preparing to drag Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang also gave up the idea. He stared at Madam Yun with his cold eyes and slashed at the claw with the golden holy feather. At the same time, he shouted in his heart: "War Dragon Way!"

Boom!

Murong Sheng and Madam Yun's bombardments all hit Ye Wushuang's body without causing any harm to Ye Wushuang. On the contrary, the holy feathers in Ye Wu's hands hit Madam Yun's claws.

ah!

Madam Yun let out another shrill scream, her bloody claws flew out, and her arm spurted out pillars of blood, and Madam Yun's body rolled down into the void.

Ye Wushuang's figure also took the opportunity to swoop down.

"Shu Zi is so impudent!"

In the distance, countless terrifying figures came from the air, divine power surged, and several beams of light burst towards Ye Wushuang!

Ye Wushuang's figure rolled quickly, passing through those light pillars like a swimming dragon. At the same time, he grabbed Lan Xinyu and Mu Bingxue with one hand and detained them into the small chaotic world.

"Little ant, you want to make trouble in Mingxuan Sect, you deserve to be killed!"

The figures coming from the sky spewed divine power and enveloped Ye Wushuang in the center. These people were Elder Wu, Elder Wen and others. Among them was a middle-aged man with a square face, who was a strong man of the sixth level of the Divine Way and the leader of Mingxuan Sect.

The person who spoke was Elder Wu. At this moment, his face was gloomy, not only because Ye Wushuang disrupted his calculations, but more because he found that Ye Wushuang was actually the eighth level of the Holy King and was hiding something from him.

Moreover, now Ye Wushuang was making trouble in Mingxuan Sect, which was completely a way to his own death.

Ye Wushuang didn't even look at them, but rushed to Yun Ma.

"Save me, save me!"

Yun Ma was in great pain. Seeing Ye Wushuang coming again, she screamed.

"Asshole, die!"

Murong Sheng was extremely angry. An eighth-level Saint King actually ignored him.

Boom!

When Elder Wu rushed towards Ye Wushuang, he also rushed up. The surging blood and energy rolled up the wind and clouds. A netherworld hand drilled out from the top of Ye Wushuang's head and attacked fiercely.

Boom!

The leader of the Mingxuan Sect and Elder Wen and other elders also quickly surrounded and killed Ye Wushuang.

"This kid is dead!"

Seeing that all the high-level leaders of the Mingxuan Sect had taken action, countless disciples knew that these people were attracted by the methods of Ye Wushuang. If he was attacked by so many people, he would definitely have no chance of survival.

"What a pity, our cultivation is too low, otherwise, the opportunity on that kid must be good."

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