"Senior brother, it's the seal of power. It seems that there is a great force behind this person." The fourth elder, Ancestor Yao, wearing a green robe, came to Gongsun Wutian and whispered.

"Well, this is not easy to deal with. A middle-stage master of the God of the Underworld is willing to seal his power in his body. There must be a great relationship between the two. If it is just a middle-stage man of the God of the Underworld, we are not afraid of the Yanxing Sect, but we don't know what kind of force behind this middle-stage master of the God of the Underworld. If it is a big force and we have a grudge, it will be difficult to deal with." General Bing, who is second only to Gongsun Wutian, also frowned.

"That power is not human." Gongsun Wutian's cold voice sounded, "With such a strong force of flames, there is only the old Chi Yan of the Qilin clan among the monsters."

"The Second Elder of the Qilin Clan!" The other three people's faces changed. The strength of the Qilin Clan is far from their Yanxing Sect. Their great elder, Suimuna, is an expert who is infinitely close to the Quasi-Zun, and none of them can be afforded by Yanxing Sect. Moreover, the Qilin Clan also has an unfathomable fourth elder, Weishu. The age of Weishu's survival can be traced back to the first generation of the founding ancestor of the Yanxing Sect, Kuang Chengzi, and an antique-level figure of the same era as the founding ancestor. God knows how strong it is. Moreover, the Qilin Clan either lives in seclusion or travels all over the place, never stopping, and take over the beam with them unless you have any brain problems.

"I guess he was devil mad before he had the power of the mid-stage God. Otherwise, with the power of the mid-stage God, this devil mad has no effect at all. It's too late to say anything now. Junior brother, junior sister, you set up a formation to trap him. I activate the spiritual storm, hoping to make him more awake." Gongsun Wutian said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, can the mental storm still work if he looks like this?" Che Ying said worriedly.

"I can't kill you, and I can't let him kill the world. There is only one way. The spiritual storm has almost no effect on the middle-stage masters of the God of the Underworld, but I always have to try it, hoping that he can be more awake. I am only 10% sure."

"As long as you can!" Che Ying, General Bing and Zu Yao's faces were solemn.

"Two junior sisters, let's try it!" Bing Jiang was the first to rush towards Yuan Ye after saying that.

Che Ying and Zu Yao looked at each other and immediately followed. The three Earth-level masters of the early stage of the God of the Underworld surrounded Yuan Ye in the form of a triangle.

"Kill!" Yuan Ye punched the General in front without fear.

Bing held a medium-grade fairy sword in his hand and slashed in the void. The space broke like a cut. Yuan Ye's powerful attacks all fell on one side of the space, but the other side of the broken was not attacked by any force. The space was broken, and no force could be passed through in this broken area. This is common sense. Unfortunately, Yuan Ye has no ability to think at all and only knows how to kill!

"drink!"

"drink!"

With two sweet shouts, Che Ying and Zu Yao, two women, slashed at Yuan Ye from both directions at the same time.

Yuan Ye did not dodge and punched the two thin swords at the same time.

"Puchi!"

Yuan Ye's two fists were passed by the sword at the same time, and his fingers were cut off directly.

The early master of the God of Underworld attacked with a medium-grade immortal weapon. This attack power cannot be stopped with Yuan Ye's defense. Unfortunately, Yuan Ye doesn't think at all now.

With the energy surge, Yuan Ye's hands quickly grew new knuckles under the nourishment of powerful forces. Restoring the broken limbs is too simple for the masters of the Underworld God Stage, it just requires a lot of power.

"If you don't think, if you have the power of the mid-stage God of the Underworld, you may not be able to fight against a master of the early stage of the Underworld God of the Underworld who has treasures, let alone the three of us." Bing sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Three early masters of the God of the Underworld, holding three medium-grade immortal weapons, surrounded and killed the bare-handed and empty fist. Yuan Ye, who had no tactics and no thinking ability, pressed Yuan Ye tightly. On the other side, Gongsun Wutian, the leader of the Yanxing Sect, had a serious expression on his face. What was strange was that around the light green ripples, there was actually a flowing trajectory of the heavenly space.

It is not difficult for Gongsun Wutian to use the spiritual storm, but it is too difficult to use the spiritual storm against the middle-stage master of the Underworld God. Gongsun Wutian will not use this move once in his eight lifetimes. This sudden use is no less than the person who is the world's cultivation level. Gongsun Wutian has no confidence at all.

"Junior brother, junior sister!" Gongsun Wutian shouted suddenly.

The three masters of Bing, Che Ying and Zu Yao looked at each other and at the same time took back the sword. Bing hugged Yuan Ye who was crazy, and Che Ying and Zu Yao hugged one of his arms respectively. Suddenly, Yuan Ye was firmly controlled by the three masters.

"drink!"

Gongsun Wutian suddenly shouted loudly, and his body shape came to Yuan Ye's head like teleportation. The light green ripples suddenly pressed into Yuan Ye's brain.

"Three junior brothers and junior sisters, if they fail, they will kill him. If they are killed by the demon maniac, I believe the Qilin clan cannot say anything." After Gongsun Wutian said this, the four masters separated at the same time.

The light green ripples had entered Yuan Ye's brain, and all the thoughts that attacked Yuan Ye, ***, murderous thoughts, greed, emotions, whether positive or negative thoughts were attacked, but the one that attacked the most was always murderous thoughts. At this time, Yuan Ye's brain was almost shrouded in murderous thoughts. The moment the murderous thoughts were attacked, Yuan Ye's consciousness finally returned a little, and blood appeared in his mind. He held the blood sword in his hand, walked towards the pregnant woman step by step, and cruelly raised the sword.

Once upon a time, Yuan Ye actually waved his sword to attack the pregnant woman!

“Ah~~~”

Yuan Ye suddenly hugged his head with both hands and flew towards the western sky.

"Senior brother, has he recovered his mind?" Zu Yao looked at Gongsun Wutian, a little uncertain.

"No, it just made him feel a little awake, and now he has become a demon madman again." Gongsun Wutian said, and suddenly said solemnly: "The demon madman in this person, killing fourteen of our disciples, killing thousands of soldiers in this city, and four of us brothers are practicing the way for heaven and ordering to chase and kill."

"Yes!" General Bing, Che Ying, and Zu Yao bowed at the same time, and then the four major masters of Yanxing Sect chased Yuan Ye at the same time.

Almost at the same time, a bloody *** was in Guyang City! Time went back three hours, and the moment Yuan Ye killed the pregnant woman, his soul hatred felt a great sorrow, his headache was split, and he rushed out desperately, while Jiang Yuanfeng perfectly accomplished his purpose. All the martial emperors in Guyangzhou were dead, Cui Zhihao and Mo Tian were dead, Guyangzhou was the only one who belonged to Guyangzhou. At the same time, what surprised Jiang Yuanfeng even more was that the cloth that Cui Zhihao had been in seclusion for more than ten years finally fell into his hands.

Jiang Yuanfeng looked back and forth the cloth. He didn't know what it was made of, but it couldn't be damaged no matter what. There were dense lines on the cloth, but he didn't know what it was. Suddenly, Jiang Yuanfeng saw Cui Zhihao still gasping and did not die.

At this time, Cui Zhihao's internal organs were completely shaken by Yuan Ye's Bing Zhen sword. He lay on the ground with only breath coming out, and his eyes didn't even move.

"Brother Yes, you are not dead yet!" Jiang Yuanfeng walked over with a sneer, and raised the cloth and said, "What is this cloth?"

"I'm so blind, I'm a sworn brotherhood with you!" Cui Zhihao's weak voice was filled with resentment and resentment.
Chapter completed!