Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

At this moment, the flames behind Ye Ming rolled, and two men in red robes emerged. They looked extremely similar to the man with red beard, and it seemed like they were three clones of the same person.

The two red-robed men each stood on a giant dragon that was hundreds of feet long and covered in blazing flames.

As soon as Fang appeared, the two of them raised their hands and successively took out several treasures such as swords, wheels, pestles, and stele, and hit Ye Ming fiercely.

In an instant, flying swords pierced through the void, whistling towards them; flywheels spun and cut, making a whistling sound; the stone tablet turned into a thousand-foot-high mountain, with runes flashing on its surface...

Powerful attacks came one after another.

At the same time, the two of them stepped on the ground, and two giant fire dragons roared to the sky, spewing flames from their mouths that could burn through the void and pounced towards Ye Ming.

They actually wanted to attack Ye Ming directly and save the red-bearded man.

But Ye Ming seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He immediately noticed the two of them as soon as they appeared.

However, he did not stop attacking the red-bearded man, and still drove the Sanji Mountain and the purple-gold sword light to attack him.

He turned around with a shock of his body, and in an instant he completed the transformation of the Brahma Magic Art, turning into a giant demon with three heads and six arms.

The head in the middle grinned grimly, stepped into the air, and rushed out.

Facing the overwhelming attack, the three-headed, six-armed demon god that Ye Ming transformed into did not dodge or evade, but went straight to meet it. The six arms danced quickly, each holding a magic weapon, flashing a dazzling light.

The first arm of his left hand waved a shield that was shining with golden light, which instantly expanded several times and bounced off the flying swords and flywheels one by one, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The second arm brought out a long whip flashing with the power of thunder and lightning. The whip danced in the air and turned into silver lightning, striking the huge stone mountain, causing the flashing light of the runes to dim instantly.

The first arm of his right hand was tightly grasping a huge battle axe with flames burning on the axe blade. He suddenly chopped it towards the thousand-foot-high mountain. There was a loud "bang" and the stone tablet was split into two halves by the axe, with broken stones flying everywhere.

The second arm controlled a mirror. A mysterious light flowed on the surface of the mirror, reflecting back all the flames spewed by the two fire dragons, causing the two dragons to roar in pain.

The remaining two arms also used the weapons in their hands to exert great power, repelling the attacks of the two red-robed men one by one.

At the same time, the two heads on the left and right sides of Ye Ming's shoulders suddenly opened their tightly closed eyes, and two sharp rays of light shot out from them, shooting straight towards the two men in red robes.

"Ah! Ah..." Caught off guard, the two red-robed men felt as if their souls were hit by a heavy hammer. They felt the severe pain the man had endured and could not help but let out shrill screams.

This caused the two red-robed men, who were about to merge into the world of fire after launching their attack, to pause slightly and slow down their movements for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the head in the middle of Ye Ming shouted loudly, and all six arms moved together, launching a fierce attack on the two red-robed men. The huge battle axe, long whip, shield and mysterious mirror intertwined in the air to create a brilliant light and shadow.

The two men in red robes felt a sharp pain in their heads and immediately realized that danger was coming. The powerful magic power circulated in their bodies at a high speed. Without waiting to see any scene outside clearly, they dodged to the side without thinking.

But it was too late. The brilliant light bursting out from the weapon in Ye Ming's hand instantly submerged the two of them.

Amidst a roar so dense that it was impossible to discern the order, all the flames nearby, including the two men in red robes, were cleared into nothingness, and a large black hole appeared in space.

A fierce look flashed in Ye Ming's eyes, and his six arms danced together again, smashing towards the dark hole in the void.

"Boom boom boom" several purple-gold fist shadows shot out and hit the dark hole in a flash.

After a deafening roar, the entire flame space shook violently and collapsed.

Ye Ming turned around and looked back. The red-bearded man behind him who was attacked by the purple-gold sword and the three-color mountain had already been blasted into pieces. The next moment, his eyes blurred, and after the surrounding scenery flashed, he appeared on the top of a mountain.

Upon closer inspection, it was where the main hall had originally been, but it had disappeared, replaced by a huge tripod that had been broken into several pieces.

Judging from the patterns and aura on the fragments of the giant tripod, this tripod is exactly the fire tripod that the three red-robed men were driving just now.

"You can actually break through the space of the Molten Fire Cauldron. You are not a fusion cultivator, you are a Mahayana cultivator... Pfft!"

Not far opposite Ye Ming, there stood a middle-aged man in a red robe and red beard. At this moment, a piece of broken cauldron debris was embedded in his chest and came out from his back. He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He looked at Ye Ming in disbelief, spoke intermittently, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

It turns out that the flame space just now was actually the internal space of this broken giant tripod!

Ye Ming glanced at the package space and saw that there were twenty more magic pills in it, confirming that this person was the real incarnation of the Holy Ancestor. The three people who were killed in the space were just his shadows.

When he came in, he learned from some conversations among high-level demons that the man just now was another incarnation of Saint Ancestor Yanhuang.

This incarnation was obviously much stronger than the one he had killed under the magic spot, but after all it had not reached the Mahayana stage and was still only in the fusion stage.

After Ye Ming glanced around, he raised his hand and took the storage magic weapon of the red-robed man.

But the next moment, he frowned, raised his head, and glanced around quickly.

I saw seven or eight beams of light of different colors whistling in from all directions. Sensing from afar, the aura emanating from each beam of light was extremely powerful, not inferior to that of the red-bearded man just now. They were actually the incarnations of other saints of the demon world.

Ye Ming's mind turned. The battle between him and the red-bearded man seemed to be quite long, but in fact it was only a short moment. These people were able to come so quickly. In addition to the red-bearded man calling the police, they must have made plans in advance. Once something like this happened, they would all swarm over.

This thought was fleeting. After Ye Ming cursed inwardly, he quickly scanned the surroundings with his mind and immediately chose a direction to rush forward.

He could see clearly that the person coming from this direction was a young man with a grim face and thin lips, who looked very much like the incarnation of the Saint of the Abyss whom he had killed before.

These Mahayana monks in the demon world have many strange methods and can easily create some incarnations.

As far as he knew, some of these incarnations of Mahayana saints were created by splitting their souls and condensing them with amazing demonic energy in the spiritual world, or by taking over the bodies of monks and transforming them; others were refined in the demon world and practiced special techniques to match them. This type of incarnation was much stronger than the first type.

For example, the incarnation of Saint Yanhuang who was killed by him, the one under the magic spot half a year ago was of the first type, while the one he just killed was of the second type.

And in the direction that Ye Ming currently chose to break out, the person who was surrounding him seemed to be a little weaker.

When the cold-blooded young man saw Ye Ming flying towards him, he knew Ye Ming's purpose without thinking, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Half a year ago, he had just sent a soul to the spirit world and created an incarnation here. But before it could play any role, it was killed by the boy in front of him, causing him to lose part of his soul.

Now this incarnation was created again at great cost and with great reluctance, specifically to cause trouble for Ye Ming, so naturally he came prepared.

Seeing Ye Ming rushing towards him with great momentum, he sneered and used both hands to cast a spell.

With a "boom", large amounts of pitch-black mist emerged from the cold-blooded young man's body and quickly spread to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, it extended to an area of ​​10 to 20 miles, blocking the way in that direction.

After completing this action, he immediately displayed his best magical power. After a flash of his body, he became almost transparent and merged into the dark fog, becoming barely visible.

At the same time, amidst the rumble of thunder, the pitch-black fog rolled violently, and jets of pitch-black lightning shot out from it, striking Ye Ming violently. (End of this chapter)