Chapter 3147 Crisis! Suppression! (Fifth Update)

"Each of these thirty-three heavenly treasures has a destructive power that defies the heavens. The Suzaku Flying Sword that you just took away from me, as well as the Four Symbols Secret Treasure behind it, are actually also thirty-three heavenly treasures. It is only because of the vicissitudes of time that they have lost the aura of Hongmeng and have dropped in grade.

"But my Nether Soul-Slaying Banner still has the aura of Hongmeng and possesses unimaginable power. From the beginning of Hongmeng to the birth of the Lord of Samsara, all the dead souls who died during this period of time, all those who committed serious sins, were absorbed by the Nether Soul-Slaying Banner."

"This magic weapon contains more than tens of thousands of evil souls and violent auras, which are simply the universe and galaxies, and are immeasurable."

"Until you were born and determined the reincarnation, the sinful souls of the heavens and the worlds avoided the fate of being slaughtered and crushed."

After Han Changsheng finished speaking, his face flushed, but he looked a little bit like a last gasp.

"This magic weapon is so powerful, where did you get it? "

Ye Chen was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that such a terrible magic weapon was buried under the Forbidden Soul Island.

"I...I..."

Han Changsheng wanted to speak, but his injuries were too serious and he couldn't say anything.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and stared at the Phantom Evil Soul-Slaying Banner.

Suddenly, his eyes penetrated the heavy fog and saw the cause and effect behind it.

It turned out that in ancient times, this Phantom Evil Soul-Slaying Banner was a magic weapon of the Sky Demon Clan, and was later snatched away by Emperor Shitian.

And that year, he fought with Emperor Shitian and injured it.

Han Changsheng took advantage of Emperor Shitian's healing to steal the Phantom Evil Soul-Slaying Banner and secretly buried it on this island, waiting for the opportunity to refine it.

But the aura of the Thirty-three Heavens Hongmeng Supreme Treasure was too majestic, Even if he reached the eighth level of the Heavenly God Realm, it would be impossible to refine it.

Therefore, this Ghostly Soul-Slaying Banner is still ownerless.

He wanted to present it to Ye Chen as a gift of surrender.

He was willing to present such a precious Hongmeng treasure, which shows his sincerity in surrendering.

Ye Chen's heart moved. His bloodline was very special. Even the masters of the Thirty-three Heavens Hongmeng Treasure could hardly refine it, but he could refine it.

If he refined the Ghostly Soul-Slaying Banner and controlled the energy of tens of millions of evil souls, his combat power would definitely improve by leaps and bounds!

In addition, if he could really plant a chess piece in the Emperor Yuan Palace, there would definitely be huge benefits in the future.

"So that's it. It turns out that this Ghostly Soul-Slaying Banner was stolen by you from Emperor Shitian."

Ye Chen's eyes flickered, and he kept calculating and weighing in his mind.

"Lord of Samsara, you... you have seen the cause and effect behind it?"

Han Changsheng was overjoyed: "In that case, you should know my sincerity. Are you willing to surrender? "

Click!

Ye Chen's heart beat violently for a few times, and finally shook his head and said, "Sorry, you are not qualified."

"Why... why?" Han Changsheng's eyes dimmed instantly.

Ye Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air, slowly stood up, looked into the distance, and said:

"The power of Emperor Yuan Palace and Emperor Shi Tian are more terrible than you can imagine. In the dark, I have insight into the secrets of heaven. You, an eighth-level heaven in the realm of heavenly gods, are not even qualified to be a chess piece.

To be honest, Ye Chen really wants to subdue Han Changsheng.

But the problem is that Emperor Yuan Palace is too terrible, Emperor Shi Tian is too terrible, and Han Changsheng is not even qualified to be a chess piece. If he subdues him, it will only expose his own cause and effect.

In the dark, Ye Chen has insight into the terrible secrets of heaven.

The power of Emperor Yuan Palace is spread all over the heavens and the infinite universe. What Han Changsheng has seen is just a corner of the countless foundations of Emperor Yuan Palace.

He thought this corner was everything.

Sitting in a well and looking at the sky!

He still wanted to rebel and seize the throne, which was simply a foolish dream.

If he really knew how terrible Emperor Shitian was, he would not have had this idea.

Unfortunately, the terribleness of the tiger, the ant would not know.

The ant made a fuss in front of the tiger, but the tiger ignored it, just because there was a bigger prey in front of it.

"I'll give you a decent look, commit suicide."

Ye Chen threw the long sword in front of Han Changsheng.

Fortunately, he practiced the Heavenly Demon Cave Eyes and sensed the terrible secret behind it. Otherwise, if he really took Han Changsheng as a pawn and was discovered by Emperor Shitian, he would not know how to die.

"Lord of the Wheel of Reincarnation, you..."

Han Changsheng looked at the long sword in front of him and trembled immediately. He didn't expect that he was rejected by Ye Chen.

He wanted him to commit suicide, but he didn't want to die.

"Okay, since you are so heartless, let's die together!"

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"

Han Changsheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold, and bursts of Heavenly Demon aura suddenly burst out from his body.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique uses disintegration and self-explosion to detonate one's own Qi and blood cultivation, thus forming a huge explosion.

This method is extremely lethal.

Han Changsheng is a master of the eighth level of the Heavenly God Realm. If he disintegrates and self-explodes, even the powerful God Emperor will be afraid.

But now, Han Changsheng's Qi and blood are exhausted, and his meridians are almost broken. Even if he wants to self-explode, he does not have enough Qi and blood, and cannot exert his power at all.

"What's the use of you using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique?"

Ye Chen frowned.

"Hehe..."

Han Changsheng laughed fiercely.

The next moment, something that shocked Ye Chen happened.

I saw a wisp of Heavenly Demon breath pouring into the Nether Soul Killing Banner.

In the Soul Killing Banner, countless evil souls and evil spirits were stimulated by the Heavenly Demon breath and immediately let out a sharp whistle.

"Not good!"

Ye Chen's face changed drastically.

It turned out that Han Changsheng's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique was not used on himself, but in the Soul Killing Banner.

Although he has not yet refined this Soul-Slaying Banner, he has already mastered a small part of the breath of the evil spirits after so many years of research. He can communicate and resonate, and trigger a disintegration explosion.

He only needs to detonate a few hundred evil spirits, and then use the shock force of the Soul-Slaying Banner itself to crush Ye Chen alive.

"Suppress the Eight Divine Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon!"

Ye Chen's eyes were horrified, and he raised his long sword. The sword tip cut the air and exploded the primordial Mongolian sound.

Now his realm of the Eight Divine Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon is becoming more and more proficient. Not only the throat pronunciation, the muscle and bone pronunciation, but even the sword tip cutting the air can burst out the primordial Mongolian sound.

Om, Ba, Ni, Ba, Ba, Ba, Moo, Wu, Bo!

Eight golden characters, with a monstrous primordial breath, lingered on Ye Chen's sword like butterflies, fluttering non-stop, colliding with the air, and bursting out the ancient heavenly Buddha's holy singing.

Stop it!

Must stop it!

If Han Changsheng detonates the evil spirits and the demon explodes, Ye Chen will not be left.

Swish!

Sword lights danced, dragons soared into the sky.

Eight primordial golden dragons also emerged from Ye Chen's sword.

The mighty sword energy fiercely slashed at Han Changsheng.

Puff!

Han Changsheng's body was broken, and blood spurted wildly.

The connection between his breath and the Soul-Slaying Banner was instantly broken under the shock of the Eight Divine Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon.

Bang!

The Soul-Slaying Banner fell to the ground. This cloth banner seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It looked like a light piece of cloth, but when it fell to the ground, it made a sound like a heavy hammer falling to the ground.

The screams of the surging evil spirit also stopped instantly.