Although the spiritual power in Ye Ning's body is as high as more than 10,000 crystals, after all, it came from taking pills and is not very flexible in turnover. Previously, when he rang the Luhuang Divine Bell, he already felt that his spiritual power was not enough. At this time, there was a chaotic whirlpool.

He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. [ ]

"Little yellow-haired boy, it's better to kneel down and apologize to me, and let the Fifth Elder do whatever he wants."

"Bah!" Ye Ning spurted another mouthful of blood directly onto Ye Mengtian's face and said, "Hmph, for the sake of our surname Ye, I didn't want to embarrass you. Since you forced me, don't blame me for being rude.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the "Fengshen Brush" rose into the sky, like a bloody light, quickly covering the entire Xiyuan.

One stroke can enthrone a god; one stroke can destroy a god!

Disillusioned heart!

It is the Fengshen Brush recorded in "The Art of Disillusionment".

Ye Mengtian's expression changed greatly. He had never expected that Ye Ning actually had a purely offensive mid-level holy weapon. Moreover, judging from the situation, Ye Ning's control over this holy weapon reached 30%.

It can already exert nearly half of the power of the holy weapon. You know, the reason why the holy weapon is called a holy weapon is because only the saint can truly master it and exert its full power! The soft sword in Ye Mengtian's hand,

The name is "The Flowing Light Sword of Proving the Way", and it is the natal magic weapon of the only saint ancestor of the Ye family. In the hands of that ancestor, this sword is said to create the world, and with one sword, all the sects will be destroyed. However, this sword arrived

In Ye Mengtian's hands, he could only exert 10% of its power.

How could Ye Mengtian not be shocked by such a scene?!

Not daring to delay at all, he continuously used six defensive magic weapons and surrounded himself tightly.

The God-Sealing Pen moved slightly, emitting a frightening pressure. Immediately afterwards, the blood-red giant pen shook slightly, and a shadow suddenly appeared. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in the entire Ye family's huge castle began to shake violently, as if it had been sealed.

The magic pen swayed slightly to drain away the spiritual energy. The tip of the pen shook rapidly, and in a tenth of an instant, nearly ten thousand strokes were drawn to form a character with profound meaning. This character is extremely mysterious and is not a commonly used character in Qingluo Continent today.

, is not a text that was popular in ancient times or in the early Taichu period, but is a system of its own, which seems to contain the power of a law that naturally exists between the great avenues of heaven and earth.

Ye Mengtian's expression changed continuously!

From nearly a dozen places in the Ye family, there were signs of fluctuations in the spiritual power of the monks. It seemed that the strong strength of the Ye family, which had been practicing in seclusion, could no longer hold it back and came out one after another.

The characters are majestic and smash towards Ye Mengtian.

As if the ice and snow melted, the first line of defense deployed by Ye Mengtian disappeared out of thin air. It was a shield. Judging from its momentum, it should be a middle-grade holy weapon!

Immediately afterwards, the second, third... and sixth magic weapon all disappeared! At this time, the huge characters also shrunk a lot. Although they were swaying and the light was dim, they hit Ye Mengtian meticulously.

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Ye Mengtian panicked - is he going to die? No! I won't give it in! He roared, spit out a mouthful of blood, turned into a vortex the size of a bowl, and held the characters tightly. That mouthful

The essence and blood were transformed into the essence of his life. Even if he could escape this time, it would still cost fifty years of his life.
Chapter completed!