"impossible!"

Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen in disbelief and said hoarsely: "How could you be Ye Nankuang? This is absolutely impossible!"

If you look closely, he was trembling slightly when he said this.

Ye Nankuang!

These three words represent too many things!

It represents endless killing and decisiveness. There are countless people who die at his hands, and there are as many as 10 or 20 martial arts masters alone.

It represents supreme combat power and status, master of martial arts, master of Henglian, first in the Heavenly List, and first in China!

It can be said that the three words Ye Nankuang are myths in the entire Chinese martial arts world, and at the same time they are nightmares for countless people.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Chen say that he was Ye Nankuang, Murong Yang and Fu Lao's reaction was so great, even fearful.

"Yes, this kid is definitely not Ye Nankuang. Master Murong, don't be fooled, he is deliberately scaring us."

Mr. Fu forced himself to suppress the horror in his heart, and looked at Ye Chen with murderous intent: "Boy, die for me!"

The words fell.

He quickly pinched out a strange magic seal. This magic seal was like a hexagonal star, containing six directions, one in total, and a series of yin evil spirits came from six directions.

This kind of Yin evil spirit is extremely cold. If you only get a trace of it, you will get a cold or a fever at a very serious condition.

"Boy, let you see my Six Yin Evil Evil-Snatching Formation. You can die under it and you will be able to smile and have a lot of laughter!"

The endless evil spirit gathered in the seal he created and eventually turned into a torrent that ran towards Ye Chen.

This is the method of the Master of Xuan.

Although it is not as strong as the ancient martial artists who rely on their physical strength, they can use the mysterious method to set up formations to defend the enemy!

This Six Yin Evil Evil-Snatching Formation was successfully achieved by Mr. Fu for more than 20 years. In addition, as he was in the late stage of entering the Dao Realm, he used his full strength to exert his full strength, and his power was enough to match the peak of the Tongmai Realm.

Ordinary people die immediately when touched, but when ancient warriors touched it, their body will be corroded by the evil spirit in an instant, and even affect their souls!

Thinking of this, Old Fu couldn't help but sneer and proud, as if he had seen Ye Chen's tragic ending.

But the next moment.

His face immediately showed a ghost expression.

When Ye Chen faced the torrent of evil that was pounced on him, he suddenly opened his mouth and sucked it, and a vortex of air suddenly formed in front of him.

Under this air vortex, the torrent of Yin Sha was rushing away and was immediately sucked into Ye Chen's mouth.

"This...how is this possible!"

Mr. Fu's eyes widened.

That is the evil spirit, which is extremely harmful to the living person's body. Ye Chen not only did not hide, but instead swallowed it?

Even Yao Huayuan, a master of the God-Transpot, dared not do this, right?

Murong Yang, who was beside him, looked horrified.

"belch!"

Ye Chen blew out a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and burped, saying, "Is this your method? It's not enough, it's far from enough, is there anything more powerful?"

He is the body of an immortal, and even the most yang and strong thunder in the world does not harm him at all, let alone the mere evil spirit.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Fu finally panicked.

"I said, I am Ye Nankuang!"

Ye Chen walked towards him step by step.

"Ye Nankuang is an ancient martial artist, how could you have such a trick?" Mr. Fu roared angrily and said hurriedly: "Young Master Murong, why don't you take action? Otherwise, we will all die today!"

With his roar.

Murong Yang suddenly woke up from his loss of consciousness and pulled the pendant in front of his neck. It was a purple gourd the size of a thumb, with various patterns printed on it.

"The surname Ye, die for me!"

Murong Yang reached out and pulled out the plug of the purple gourd!

“Huhhhhhhhhhh…”

A gust of cold wind blew out of the gourd's mouth. The wind became stronger and stronger. Soon, it completely enveloped the entire third floor of the Mao Family Hotel. Countless shrill screams were heard, and shadows like ghosts rushed towards Ye Chen.

"Is this a corpse gourd?!!"

Old Man Fu's scalp felt numb.

He had heard before that Murong Yang destroyed a village of dozens of people in order to refine this magic weapon and collected countless resentment.

Unexpectedly, it was real.

Faced with the whistling black air, Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and roared, and used the Tianlong Bayin: "Get out!"

His voice was as vast as thunder, and as if the roar of a real dragon, he was filled with supreme majesty.

Let's get out of the word.

The black gas shattered together.

Then disappeared!

"puff!"

Murong Yang squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant, without any blood.

Ye Chen not only broke its magic, but also broke his corpse gourd, but also seriously injured his mind with just one word.

"I dare to show off my skills in front of me. Today I will let you see what is a real ghost magic weapon!"

Ye Chen chuckled lightly, and suddenly a black banner appeared in his hand. As soon as the black banner appeared, the temperature inside the room suddenly cooled down.

"Hundreds of ghosts come out!"

He waved the black banner!

"boom!"

Endless black air filled the black banner with extremely shrill screams, and illusory and hideous faces were resentful.

In an instant.

The entire third floor of the Mao Family Hotel suddenly became a ghost, with all the ghosts scattering and howling.

Murong Yang's hair exploded at that moment: "You...how could you have such a terrifying magic weapon?"

"not good!"

Mr. Fu's face changed and he lost his voice and said in horror: "We have all guessed wrong. This kid is a powerful man in the Shendi Realm. Run, run!"

After saying that, he jumped towards the door first, and then there was endless black air in front of him.

As soon as his left hand stretched out from the black air, the sound of something biting the flesh came from inside.

"Ahhhh!"

Mr. Fu screamed and hurriedly pulled back his hand, finding that his left hand had turned into a piece of bone, without any flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Murong Yang was almost scattered and subconsciously sat on the ground: "Mr. Ye, no, don't kill me, my grandfather is a master of the Shen Realm, you can't kill me..."

"If your grandfather dares to come to me, he will die, so you can go first!"

Ye Chen waved the Hundred Soul Banner again, and dozens of black air rushed directly at Murong Yang.

"KaKaKa..."

As a sound of chewing things fell, a white bone appeared on the ground.

"Plop!"

Mr. Fu was so scared that he knelt on the ground, kneeling step by step towards Ye Chen, and was filled with fear: "Mr. Ye, please spare me, as long as you don't kill me, I am willing to go back and bring you the tiger bone flower!"

"I've given you a chance!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, pressed his palm on his head, forcibly exerting the soul searching technique. Fu Lao screamed in pain, but he couldn't struggle.

Not long.

Ye Chen slowly withdrew his hand, his face changed for a few moments, and finally smiled coldly: "Yao Bingyue, you have really returned to Lingyao Mountain, you are lucky!"

"But do you think you can lose my Ye Chen's account in this way? It's too simple. Since that's the case, you can pay it back with your life!"

(ps: This chapter is still owed to one chapter.)
Chapter completed!