Its sound was clear and cold. It slowly spread from the dark night sky. This scared the monks below.

Despite the remote terrain, the destruction of the Jiuzhen Palace is still a major event in the monk world. After hearing the cold and quiet voices, they finally knew who the young man's voice was in the sky. Almost at the same time, the words "Ye Feng's Voice" emerged from their minds!

As the sound became low, Ye Fengsheng's spirit surged all over his body. The surging momentum was like boiling boiling water, completely wrapped by it, so that people in the distance could only see an illusory figure.

Ye Fengsheng took a step forward in the void. The mountains were shaking and the plants were shaking. When the world was in turmoil, countless gravels rolled down.

Steel wings flew across the sky. Due to speed, the blue skeleton emitted a sharp sonic boom in the sky, like an airplane that had just crossed the sky, deafening. The beak that could break everything in the world opened and closed slightly, and a blue light visible to the naked eye brewed from it, emitting a very dangerous smell.

Ye Fengsheng's eyes were still there, and his body was not slowing down but growing. When the elf burst out, the place he passed by was filled with water-colored lotus flowers, blooming vividly.

Seeing that the distance between humans and beasts was shortened quickly, Ye Fengsheng's gums were clenched, holding some trembling hilts in his hands, holding the blade too hard. Then his steps suddenly stopped for a long time, and his body was still in place. With the accumulated power, he held the sword and rotated half a circle. The energy covered on the fiery red sword was thrown out like iron, and a huge golden red crescent was carved out, cutting off the night sky, and at the same time, even the space was shattered a little delicately.

The water-colored lotus floated down all the way, covering the sky in various ways, but it could not stop the blue sculpture of the Bone Spirit touching the sword.

The blue light hidden in the bird's beak finally opened, but it seemed to be half a minute late. I don't know if this is because the blade is too fast or because it accumulates energy too slowly. However, the two finally got in touch. After a short period of silence, a huge explosion sound was enough to make the next monk deaf without the protection of the halo. The explosion sound came from where the two of them merged, and in an instant, the entire sky was completely covered.

The sky is like a pond in a storm. It is full of shocks and ripples.

In this crazy mood, Ye Feng's face was still the same as before, and his eyes were shining. When he locked the huge skeleton in the air, his fingertips were slightly bent, and then his brows frowned, a little confused.

In order to relax on the journey, I once calculated that it was like an elephant. There was no danger. But now, the Bone Green Sculpture is crazy. Today, there must be a death between me and it. In this case, no matter how it is calculated, it should be Jie Danjing's self-death. In a sense, this is crucial. The image of divination should be a life of nine deaths. How could there be no danger?

Frowning frowned, Ye Fengsheng couldn't remember much. Wrapped in the surging halo, the huge green skeleton pierced the surging halo and rushed towards him again.

Let the red dagger hover on him, Ye Fengsheng's palm ignited an illusory flame. He took a breath, opened his hands, and a huge transparent, illusory fireball appeared in his palm, blooming in the night sky. As his eyes stared at him, his arms trembled, refining the flames of thousands of souls in the world shattered the green sculpture of the bone elves.

It seemed to be aware of the characteristics of this transparent and illusory flame. When the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle slowly fell and dodged sideways, countless visible storms were like bees coming out of their nests and pounced on Ye Feng.

The strong wind is like a knife. Now, thousands of sharp steel knives appear in the sky, tearing the air and whistling towards Ye Feng.

When Ye Fengsheng was still there, his body was filled with water and spiritual energy. At the same time, he blew away the strong wind. At the same time, his heart was moving. There was a golden palm visible to the naked eye in the sky. After three breaths, Ye Fengsheng disappeared from the spot, and the golden palm had fallen into the air, shattering the green bone spirit.

"Bang!"

A low voice came from the sky. Everyone could hear a clear sound of fractures in their ears. Without blood, it was like a mushroom cloud that was blown up by the guide, but countless broken blue-green fragments were scattered everywhere, embedded in the extremely hard mountains.

Even the Blue Eagle of Bone Spirit broke the records of countless bones in Ye Fengsheng with extremely hard bones. The huge body fell from the sky like a meteor, landing heavily on the ground, shaking the ground, and the sky was covered with smoke and dust. At the same time, several monks who were almost unstable fell to the ground, with their legs weak.

The whole earth seemed to start to shake violently, like an earthquake, a black crack without bottom spread out from the big pit it planted, gradually disintegrating the mountain.

“What is your plan?”

Yingluo, who was pulled to another sky by Ye Fengsheng, stared at the smoke and dust on the ground. Her beautiful face seemed very nervous. Even the strong wind in Danfeng's eyes turned into deep fear.

The huge power of the mouth made Ye Feng's voice turn back involuntarily. After a "bad" thought flashed through his mind, he tried to resist the beautiful internal vibration caused by the impact. He turned his body in mid-air to remove most of the power. After landing, he pulled out of the deep valley. He was like a doll thrown out by someone, rolling around and rushing around. With the convenience of the grass, wood behind him, and the help of Yingluo, he stopped the body's degeneration.

He raised his head and a pale face as pale as paper, and his eyes, which were originally as bright as stars, were blurred a lot.

"Ye Fengsheng, are you okay?"

Yingluo's face was not good-looking either. How could she not have thought that the green carving of the bone spirit had hidden such a hand before she died? As a ferocious beast, she felt very guilty about her failure to sense the breakup and causing Ye Fengsheng's harm.

Ye Fengsheng stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. Blood gushed out from the gaps in his fingers. His Adam's apple rolled up and down. He couldn't speak for a moment.

Until now, he finally understood what Yu Tong and Fang Dazi meant by "Immortal". The skull just now was not filled with the power of ferocious animals, but a surging and vigorous growth, but the ability to turn everything into vanish air!

This is the River Styx!

This green bone sculpture is not a ferocious beast at all! It is a shadow beast! It is the Styx beast that resurrected from his flesh and blood three hundred years ago! If you cannot achieve your goal in one day, you will be alive forever!

He grabbed Yingluo's wrist and Ye Fengsheng's eyes stared at the blue head in front of him. While breathing, the ground lost consciousness.

After less than three breaths, a cold, trembling breath spread from the bottomless ground.

It's not very cold. It's a ghost that seems to drag the human soul into the Nine Friends, causing the people around to tremble in the two battles.

At the same time, those blue skeletons and empty palms also broke inch by inch, turning into fragments, reconnected, combined with the unique tracking in the sky, and finally slowly spliced ​​into bone spirit blue carvings. All monks will tremble, look!

When I looked up, the sharp sound soared into the sky, and a silver sand that was almost as big as the sky gathered from the top of my head. The rich purple color was even more gorgeous than before!

"A big thing happened."

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Chapter completed!