"Come on, chop me..."

"Come on, chop me..."

"Come on, chop me..."

Ye Bufan's unscrupulous provocation echoed throughout the entire divine weapon space.

The little fairy was stunned.

In the long river of history, in the endless years, she has imprisoned countless creatures. Among these creatures, from the ants in the Transcendent Realm to the Emperor of Hongmeng Realm, there are all kinds of things. She has seen many strange things, but she has never encountered such strange things as Ye Bufan. She even took the initiative to ask herself to use the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Lightning to strike him.

What is the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder?

That is the criminal law of the Holy Prison, which represents pain, destruction, and pain.

Not only that, the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder will also make adjustments based on the strength of the prisoner. If the prisoner is weak, the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder will be weak. On the contrary, the stronger the prisoner, the stronger the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder will also be. In short, the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder will not kill prisoners, but will only make prisoners worse than death at the limit of the prisoner.

But the person in front of him was so good that the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder that others avoided was begging him to slash.

In a messy and speechless manner, the little fairy directly revealed three words: "Mysterious."

"You are crazy, your whole family is crazy. If you want to imprison me, see how I deal with you."

Ye Bufan ignored it, angrily scolded him, and then continued to refine the divine weapon space.

"You, you, you are presumptuous."

In an instant, the little fairy was furious.

"boom!!"

The next second, in the space, a golden holy prison soul-suppressing thunder fell out of thin air.

"puff!!"

The Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder struck Ye Bufan, penetrated his body and went straight into his soul.

"Ao..."

The heart-wrenching pain came, and Ye Bufan couldn't help but howl. His whole body was uncontrollable and trembled and spasm, but it was painful, but it was happy, because Ye Bufan clearly felt that the moment when the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder entered his sea of ​​consciousness, his fusion of Ouyang Xian's soul fragments returned to the previous speed of more than ten times.

This is what you want.

The next second, Ye Bufan gritted his teeth, and continued to shout unscrupulously, "Hahaha, come and chop me up, what a shit Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder, tell you, I will not surrender..."

"boom!"

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, another thunder of soul-suppressing thunder struck down.

"Ao..."

In an instant, Ye Bufan's heart-wrenching howl echoed throughout the space.

"boom!!"

It was also at this time that Ye Bufan's cultivation level instantly broke through, and from then on, he was at the intermediate level of the demigod.

This feeling is cool.

But this is not enough, far from enough.

"Hahaha, Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder, what a Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder, come on, keep slashing me, don't stop, whoever stops is a bastard..."

"Neuropathy."

Faced with Ye Bufan's clamor, the little fairy complained, but she did not notice Ye Bufan's breakthrough at all, but said: "Since you like being struck by lightning so much, then continue to struck." After leaving a sentence, the little fairy disappeared.

She obviously didn't want to continue to deal with Ye Bufan, the psychopath.

Ye Bufan didn't care about this.

From beginning to end, his purpose was to suppress the soul thunder of the Holy Prison. Now, since the purpose has been achieved, the little fairy naturally doesn't matter.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The golden Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder fell again and again, and Ye Bufan was in pain and happiness.

...

Outside, temple, hall of holy maid.

Now, it has been seven days since Ouyang Xian’s death.

During the seven days, Linghu Xue was very anxious and extremely uneasy.

Although she didn't know whether Ye Bufan was alive or dead, the fall of Ouyang Xian has become a fact.

Not only that, as the Lord of the Temple and the only powerful servant in the human camp who can balance the Demon Lord Mo Tianhao, Ouyang Xian's fall is like a catastrophe for the entire human race.

Although the form of Tianwaitian is still the same as before, Linghu Xue knew that with the fall of Ouyang Xian, the entire human race was actually in vain.

Once the army of the Heavenly Demon Clan invades at this time, the human race will undoubtedly be defeated.

What to do? What to do?

In seven days, Linghu Xue racked her brains, but she could not think of a solution.

It’s not that she is incompetent, but... in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just futile.

Ouyang Xian is dead, and the Demonic Heaven is still there.

Without the human race who serves as the God of Service, what can we compete with the Demon race?

Although the fact that Ouyang Xian fell has been controlled by her, she can hide it for a while, but can she hide it for a lifetime?

This news will be leaked sooner or later, and by that time... Linghu Xue is simply unimaginable.

Ye Bufan was struck by the Holy Prison Soul-Suppressing Thunder in the Divine Soldier Space for six days and six nights, but he could still sleep for one day and one night, but Linghu Xue had been sleepless for seven days and seven nights. Now she is already exhausted.

"Cruff..."

Suddenly, the originally closed door of the Saint Maiden Hall was pushed open from outside, and suddenly, a slightly harsh sound rang out in the hall.

Linghu Xue was awakened in an instant. She looked at the gate of the Saint Maiden Hall. At this moment, the gate had not been completely pushed open, and Linghu Xue had not seen the people outside yet. However, she was anxious and even exhausted and was furious in an instant: "Didn't I say it? No one should disturb me without my permission. Now... no matter who you are, get out."

However, the people outside obviously ignored Linghu Xue. In an instant, the door was pushed open from outside. Zhuge Ming and Dongfang Qiuyu, the two deputy hall masters of the temple, walked into the Saint Maiden Hall, one left and one right, first. Behind them were hundreds of demigods in the temple.

Seeing this scene, Linghu Xue stood up from the throne of the Saint Girl. Then she looked at Zhuge Ming and Dongfang Qiuyu and shouted angrily: "Zhuge Ming, Dongfang Qiuyu, what do you want to do? Do you rebel?"

If it were just Zhuge Ming and Dongfang Qiuyu, Linghu Xue would never have had such a big reaction. But the current situation is that not only Zhuge Ming and Dongfang Qiuyu have come, but even other demigods in the temple have been present. In this case, Linghu Xue naturally felt a little unusual, even... uneasy.

However, whether it was Zhuge Ming or Dongfang Qiuyu, or even any demigod present ignored Linghu Xue. After entering the Saint Maiden Hall, they immediately stood on both sides of the hall, headed by Zhuge Ming and Dongfang Qiuyu, with Zhuge Ming on the left and Dongfang Qiuyu on the right.

"Um?"

The strange scene made Linghu Xue stunned: "You..."

Before Linghu Xue could speak, outside the hall, a fat man in brocade robe had already walked in slowly.

"Bang bang!!"

After the fat man entered the Saint Maid's Hall, the guards outside closed the gate of the Saint Maid's Hall again.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

"Um?"

Looking at the fat man in brocade robe in front of him, Linghu Xue couldn't help but frowned.

Demigod intermediate level??

Linghu Xue was sure that in her impression, there was no such demigod in Tianwaitian at all.

"Who are you?"

Immediately, her face calmed down and she asked in a deep voice as she looked at the fat man in brocade robe in front of her.

Qian Duoduo put his hands behind him, faced Linghu Xue, smiled slightly, and said, "Hello, Your Highness, I am Qian Duoduo, you can call me President Qian."
Chapter completed!