Chapter 8912 Jiang Fusheng

"Brother Ye Chen, you can break the dimensional wall. Even the ancient emperor Yuhuang cannot compare with you.

Ye Chen listened to Jiang Mingxin's praise and smiled. Just as he was about to say something, his heart suddenly tightened and his muscles tensed up involuntarily.

This feeling was like a sharp beast that sensed the approach of danger.

At this moment, Ye Chen also caught an extremely dangerous breath in his heart, which was constantly approaching.

Jiang Mingxin also felt the dangerous breath, and his smile froze. .

The nerves of the Jiang family's strong men around them, which had just relaxed, tightened again, and their eyes looked into the depths of the fog.

Trample, tramp, tramp.

A steady and powerful sound of footsteps was heard in the fog.

A blood-colored figure walked out of the fog.

It was a huge war spirit several feet tall, with a strong physique and explosive muscles. It was surrounded by blood-colored chains formed by a trace of hostility and resentment. Its hair was disheveled, its face was as ferocious as Shura, and its pupils were like the sun and the moon, giving people a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

"Old... Ancestor?"

Jiang Mingxin looked at this war spirit and was completely stunned.

Because the appearance of the war spirit was exactly the same as Jiang Fusheng, the ancestor of the Jiang family.

To be precise, this war spirit was Jiang Fusheng.

"Ant, dare to invade my territory, damn it! "

A fierce light shot out from Jiang Fusheng's eyes, and his whole body was bursting with anger, as if he had lost his mind.

He suddenly attacked, and blasted out with a palm, and actually slapped Pan Cuiliang.

This palm was small and heavy, like the anger of the Immortal Emperor, extremely powerful.

Jiang Fusheng was terrified, and he could completely resist it.

"Be brave!"

Seeing this, the war spirit also slapped out with a palm, and the energy of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vein was gathered in the palm, and the thunder was brewing, and it collided fiercely with Jiang Mingxin's palm.

With a bang.

The two palms collided, and suddenly a shocking wave of air exploded. They took two steps forward, but they fought evenly.

"Your ancestor was entangled by the anger and had lost his mind. "

Zhan Ling stared at Jiang Mingxin and felt that he had lost his mind.

It seemed that he was in a fantasy world, and the young man fought with the ghosts of the dead, and he was also tortured by sins and karma. He was entangled with resentment and could not extricate himself, and even wanted to kill his predecessors.

"Son, who do you say has lost his mind? I want you to die!"

Jiang Mingxin was furious, and the blood-colored chains on his body were waving, like the anger of divine punishment, and he lashed at Zhan Ling fiercely.

Zhan Ling activated the Lingfeng Divine Vein and the Morning Wind, and the wind added to his body, like a wisp of heavy wind, avoiding Jiang Mingxin's attack.

At the moment of avoiding the attack, Zhan Ling immediately counterattacked.

"Thunder Method, Thousand Birds Flying Sword Flow!"

The spiritual energy of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vein exploded, and purple electric light gathered into a torrent of thunder and lightning flying swords, and burst out with a sound like a thousand birds singing together, and the momentum rolled, and he slashed towards Pan Cuiliang fiercely.

"The great skill of carving insects, the small method of transforming the sky, break it for me! "

Jiang Mingxin snorted, moved, pushed his palm back into the air, and a terrible dark white airflow burst out from his palm.

This dark white airflow, with an extremely terrifying aura, seemed to be able to melt everything.

The lightning flying sword torrent that Zhan Ling swung out was dissolved by Jiang Mingxin in just a moment, and the thousands of birds cried and turned into nothingness.

"Is this... the small method of transforming the sky?"

When Zhan Ling saw Jiang Mingxin's magical power, his pupils shrank immediately, and he also felt the extremely terrifying energy fluctuations.

The magical power used by Pan Cuiliang was the small method of transforming the sky.

The legendary small method of transforming the sky was a magical skill created by Emperor Yuan Tian himself. It can melt everything, refine everything, and even dissolve all enemy attacks. It is very powerful.

Pan Cui saw that her own thousands of birds flying sword flow was dissolved as soon as it started, and she also deeply felt the power of this small method of transforming the sky.

"Ant, I will melt your body and soul into nothingness! "

Jiang Mingxin took a small step forward and pressed his palm hard on the top of the war spirit's head. The energy fluctuations of the Transformation of the Heavens were filled in his palm, which was very scary.

"Dragon Flame Divine Vein, Flame Dragon Fist, Break!"

The war spirit clenched his fist, the energy of the Flame Monument surged, the Dragon Flame Divine Vein opened, and a flame dragon emerged from under his fist, even containing a little power of the Dragon Star, and slammed towards Pan Cuiliang fiercely.

"Hahaha, are you still giving up?"

Jiang Mingxin smiled at the sky, still performing the Transformation of the Heavens Small Method, with dark white airflow surrounding his body, completely dissolving the punches from the war spirit.

The War Spirit Dragon Fist was powerful enough to blast through the starry sky. This punch clearly hit Jiang Mingxin's body, but it seemed to hit cotton, and the heavy and floating fists were not affected.

Under the influence of the Transformation of the Heavens Small Method, the punches that the war spirit did not have were actually dissolved, and they could not hurt Jiang Mingxin at all.

"It's meaningless. "

Zhan Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and he used the Four Heaven-Slaying Swords, the Divine Elephant's Sky-Breaking Crash, the Dragon Fighting Spear, the Sacred Book, and other methods, but they were all useless.

Pan Cuiliang's Transformation of Heaven seemed to be able to dissolve everything. Even if Zhan Ling wanted to use the Sacred Book to purify him and restore his sanity, he could not do it.

Because all the magical powers would be dissolved by him as soon as they came into contact with Pan Cuiliang.

Jiang Fusheng and the other weaklings of the Jiang family were shocked when they saw Zhan Ling and Pan Cuiliang fighting peacefully and making the sky dark. They also witnessed the power of the Transformation of Heaven method.

"The ancestor turned out to be so powerful. This is exciting. Brother Zhan Ling has won."

Jiang Fusheng's heart was as calm as a fire. Although Jiang Mingxin had fallen, only the last Ye Chen was left, but the cultivation foundation of Ye Chen was also comparable to Zhan Ling.