Elder Mei Yuzi's eyes were cold. He was high and mighty, considered a master in the Three Heavens, yet he was injured by a kid. It was a great shame for the Immortal Emperor. After today's battle, his name would definitely be recorded in the history of the Three Heavens. His shameful name would be written forever and he would be laughed at by others.
"Boy, you are so arrogant. I will not stop until I skin you alive today."
His body was three hundred feet long, and a burst of energy surged. A dark black hole appeared in the sky. The black hole was a hundred feet wide and appeared behind him. He was like a netherworld god who was alone in resisting the entrance of the netherworld cave, in charge of the life and death of all people between heaven and earth. The life and death of all living beings between heaven and earth were under his control.
"The Nine Netherworlds Great Immortal Art of Ghosts and Gods, Ghosts and Gods Descend to the Underworld."
From the dark cave, a ferocious evil ghost covered with scales, with a pitch-black face and a height of a hundred feet jumped out, holding a steel fork and rushing towards Ye Xiangyang. Then, one evil ghost after another appeared, and each evil ghost was so ferocious that it was shocking. Even if Ye Xiangyang was caught by the evil ghost, his body would be shattered and he would die.
It was as if the gate to the underworld had been opened, and all the ghosts and gods imprisoned in the underworld ran out, wanting to make trouble in the world, wreaking havoc on the universe, devouring all living things, and turning the thousands of worlds in the Nine Heavens into a world of ghosts and monsters.
Seeing Elder Mei Yuzi giving his all and using his magic to such an extent, Mei Lingzi was shocked. With such powerful magic, even if he was an eighth-star Immortal King, he would have no choice but to escape. Otherwise, he would surely die.
"Ye Xiangyang is in danger."
At this moment, even if he wanted to help, it was too late. Even if he really went to help, he could not withstand Elder Mei Yuzi's violent attack. What should he do
Ju Yunxiu's eyes were filled with confusion. She couldn't believe that the upright great elder of the Meiling Sect actually used his full strength against the boy who was an eight-star immortal king. It seemed like he was going to kill him completely.
"What should I do now?"
Ye Xiangyang's eyes were cold, without a trace of fear. It was a kind of self-confidence that allowed him to stroll leisurely in the garden even if the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed; it was the composure that allowed him to remain calm even if a fairy mountain collapsed; it was the calmness that allowed him not to be surprised even if the sea dried up.
Three heads and six arms. At that time, Ye Xiangyang turned into a three-headed and six-armed being. The Star-Destroying Bow and the Sky-Star Nine Yang Arrow were still in his hands. The bow was like a full moon and the arrow was like a meteor, shooting towards Mei Yuzi.
At the same time, his hands flew out and cast out countless restrictions. Rules collapsed one after another, forming a powerful momentum that reached the sky. That was the disaster that came, the three disasters and eight difficulties came to the world, and the horror of turning the entire world into a disaster area. That was the suffering years that every cultivator had to go through.
Waves of terrifying aura of disaster emanated from Ye Xiangyang. Humans have their own difficulties, ghosts have their own difficulties, and each disaster contains unexpected killing techniques. Sword light, lightning, electric light, starlight, golden light... As long as there is a killing technique in the world, it will be manifested in the disaster.
He ruthlessly killed the ghosts that came out of the Netherworld. The sword light was like a long rainbow, whistling down, and it was a hundred feet in size, beheading immortals and Buddhas, and shattering time and space.
Puff, an evil ghost was ruthlessly killed by the killing technique, and the evil ghost let out a shrill cry.
The screams rang out, and the whole world was shaking with the miserable screams.
Ye Xiangyang's other two arms performed a magical spell, which was an infinite sword intent coming from between heaven and earth. It was the essence of the sword. The sword was first and foremost for slaying demons and eliminating evil, and it was the embodiment of identity and kingship.
Walking with a sword in hand is the dream that surges in everyone's heart; pointing the sword to the end of the world is the moment that every immortal cultivator longs for; the sword heart is clear and the sword energy is spiritual, and the sword energy on Ye Xiangyang's body forms a small world.
Suddenly, endless sword energy erupted, and countless swords flourished together: the Immortal Art of Ten Thousand Swords.
Mei Yuzi was a little confused. His skeleton scepter was blocked by Ye Xiangyang's martial turtle and big cauldron; his soul-summoning banner was blocked by the Black Snake Swallowing the Sky; his great magic was blocked by Ye Xiangyang's two magics; and he also had to deal with the threat of the Heavenly Star Nine Yang Arrow.
He did not dare to sit idle, and arrows flew towards his huge body. The Tianxing Jiuyang arrows were like locusts, like raindrops, flying towards him densely. Each arrow was a dazzling ray of infinite power that exploded in the thousand-foot space. Each arrow was like a meteor passing by, drawing a brilliant and beautiful picture.
Mei Yuzi understood the killing power of the Tianxing Nine Yang Arrow. He transformed himself into a thousand strange arms, one after another, to block Ye Xiangyang's Tianxing Nine Yang Arrow.
The sky, the huge sky was filled with the huge and vicissitudes of life backs of the two people, and with the treasures of the two people that were hundreds of feet in size.
There were bright colorful halos in the sky, an ochre-colored martial turtle, a white skull cane, a pitch-black black snake, a gray and eerie soul-calling banner, a dark netherworld magic as black as the night, an endless aura of disaster that brought endless slaughter; thousands of swords emitting various sword lights… forming the most magical and rare beautiful picture.
People are all under the protection of Mei Lingzi's rules, feeling the pressure as heavy as a mountain. This is the pressure supported by Mei Lingzi's immortal power. Otherwise, it would be more terrifying than a mountain and could crush them into powder.
Watching the two fighting in the sky, they couldn't believe that Ye Xiangyang was so powerful that he could fight against the Immortal Emperor master without losing. In the sky, he even had the upper hand.
Every time it collided with the black arm, a drop of black blood dripped down.
Mei Lingzi deeply understood the horror of Ye Xiangyang. Each of their attacks now had the energy of hundreds of billions of kilograms of immortal power, which meant that a lower-grade immortal-level Yuanjing dragon vein was only enough for them to squander in ten moves.
Although it is said to be ten moves, Ye Xiangyang uses the Nine-horned Black Tortoise Cauldron, Black Snake Swallowing Sky Halberd, Black Tortoise Heaven and Earth Dharma Image, Starry World-Destroying Bow, Sky-Star Nine Yang Arrow, Ten Thousand Tribulations Killing Great Immortal Art, and Ten Thousand Swords Soaring to the Sky Great Immortal Art. It is very likely that each of his attacks will burn a lower-grade immortal-level Yuanjing Dragon Vein.
What kind of consumption is this? A medium-sized sect is not enough for them to consume in a war. This is also one of the reasons why Immortal Emperor masters generally do not take action. They consume too much and generally cannot afford it.
Ye Xiangyang had no scruples. He killed so many opponents and had so many adventures. There were tens of thousands of Yuan Jing Dragon Veins crisscrossing his body, and he even had hundreds of mid-grade Immortal Grade Yuan Jing Dragon Veins.
The Yuan Crystal Dragon Veins burned with boundless light, illuminating the space inside his body and turning into the most violent energy to supply his battle.
Kill, kill, kill!
Ye Xiangyang felt that he was already full of rage. He had never experienced such a thrilling battle before. Come on, Mei Yuzi.