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

Ye Ming originally wanted to use thunder-like means to kill or injure one or two incarnations of the Holy Ancestor in order to intimidate others and prevent them from getting too close to him, so that he could escape calmly.

Therefore, when he saw a large wave of black lightning coming, his fast-flying figure flashed and his speed increased again. He turned into a golden thread, bending and circling, and quickly shuttled through the lightning.

The golden wire's path was extremely erratic and irregular, and it twisted and turned to avoid most of the electric arcs in front of it.

But the black arcs were so dense and numerous that some of them inevitably struck Ye Ming.

There was a loud rumble as a shiny black light burst out, and electric arcs quickly moved across Ye Ming's body with enormous destructive power. Each arc was almost as powerful as a full-strength attack from a Void Refining cultivator.

But Ye Ming's body was incredibly strong. These attacks only caused bursts of electricity on his body surface. After the silver runes on his body surface flashed, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Ye Ming did not stop and suddenly shot into the black mist, trying to fly through it.

But this incarnation of the Saint of the Dark Abyss obviously would not let him have his way. One of them flipped his hand and took out an orange bronze mirror. The mirror turned over, and a black beam of light several feet thick spurted out with a "puff".

The aura of this light column was not obvious, but it gave people an extremely dangerous feeling. Moreover, it was silent during the shooting process and did not cause any fluctuations. Even the demonic energy in the air along the way did not change at all. Combined with its black color, which was the same as the demonic energy, Ye Ming was not careful for a moment and only discovered it when it approached him.

It was too late to dodge at this time. Without thinking, Ye Ming's body flashed with red light and countless fiery red electric arcs shot out.

The next moment, "boom..." amid a burst of dense explosions, the electric arcs and light beams collided with each other.

The Bing Fire Yang Thunder is extremely strong and yang. This black light column is obviously a thing of Yin Demon attribute. In Ye Ming's expectation, after being struck by the Bing Fire Yang Thunder, even if this light column does not disappear into thin air, it will be greatly weakened.

In fact, after being struck by a large amount of Binghuo Yanglei, the dark light column did break into a ball and surrounded him. But after it turned into a ball of dark mist, it did not dissipate. Instead, an extremely cold force and a strange energy that Ye Ming had never seen before surged out of it.

Under the influence of this energy, the entire fog group was like a quagmire, filled with a strong viscosity, which greatly reduced Ye Ming's flying speed and forced him out of the golden thread transformed by Gale Nine, revealing his true form.

As Ye Ming raised his legs and shook his arms, he felt an extremely obscure feeling. Suction forces surged out from all directions in the black fog, causing him to encounter great obstruction no matter which direction he exerted force.

He looked around in shock and anger, only to find that the Saint Ancestor incarnation was holding a yellow-orange bronze mirror, which once again emitted a dense black light. He himself was looming in the black fog, with a smug look on his face, and had no intention of approaching.

It turned out that the real intention of the incarnation of the Dark Abyss Saint was just to delay Ye Ming. He only needed to hold Ye Ming back for a moment, and the other companions could surround him, and then it would not be too late to deal with him slowly.

When Ye Ming saw this, he knew what this person was planning. His eyes became fierce and his body rolled forward. A dazzling silver light flashed and a blazing silver sea of ​​fire appeared on the spot.

The scorching heat coming from the sea of ​​fire burned the dark mist, causing it to surge, and the rolling air waves spread out in all directions.

A loud phoenix cry suddenly came from the silver sea of ​​fire. A huge bird appeared faintly in the flames.

The giant bird's wingspan was as long as two or three hundred feet, and its feathers glowed like pure silver, shining even brighter under the reflection of the flames.

With its head held high, its pair of eyes as sharp as torches seem to be able to see through everything in the world; its beak is sharp and hard, like a divine weapon, shining with cold light.

The tail feathers are dense and gorgeous, like a silver sea of ​​clouds, swaying gently with the rising impact of the flames, emitting charming brilliance.

"The True Spirit of Heavenly Phoenix!" The incarnation of the Saint Ancestor of the Abyss's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. The existence that contains this kind of True Spirit bloodline has very strong magical powers, let alone the person in front of him.

He circulated the magic energy in his body at a very high speed, and the bronze mirror in his hand flipped again. With two "puff" sounds, two black light beams were released in succession, which flashed towards the silver fire phoenix.

But how could Ye Ming give him this opportunity? The silver fire phoenix that he transformed into flapped its wings and sang loudly. As soon as its wings were spread, a strong wind blew and silver flames rolled, as if they were going to burn the entire space to ashes. The dark mist that had been there before was actually dispersed in the raging fire, and the sticky force around it suddenly loosened.

At this time, two dark beams of light had already approached Ye Ming.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the fire phoenix transformed by Ye Ming. It flapped its wings and a sound like tearing silk was heard. A bright white mark appeared in the void, and extremely strong space fluctuations came from it.

The Fire Phoenix turned around and disappeared into the white mark.

Two dark beams of light flashed and hit the air.

"Space magic? Come out!"

At this moment, a delicate cry was heard, and a white jade hand appeared out of thin air next to the space crack where Ye Ming disappeared.

The pure white jade hand suddenly clenched, and the space seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big hand, causing violent distortion and vibration. Space ripples spread rapidly with the jade hand as the center, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart.

The silver fire phoenix that Ye Ming transformed into had originally hidden in the space crack, but under this grip, it was forced to show up.

A hundred feet away, he flashed and reappeared in the demonic energy. The silver flames on his wings were still burning, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

It turned out that after the delay of the Saint Ancestor of the Abyss, several people who were chasing from other directions finally surrounded them.

One of the women in white was retracting one of her slender hands. It seemed that it was this woman who had just broken through the space and forced Ye Ming to show up.

The woman had an extremely beautiful face, with delicate features like a fairy in a painting. Her eyebrows were like misty distant mountains, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water, revealing endless agility and charm.

Her long, smooth, black hair falls gently, flowing on her shoulders like a black waterfall. There are two short white horns on her forehead, adding a touch of softness and gentleness to her.

He turned his gaze and looked at the other people around him.

In addition to the white woman with short horns, there were six other people: an old man with green hair, a woman in blue palace dress, two men in blood-stained robes, a masked man in a black cloak, and a soldier who was wrapped in black armor with only a pair of eyes exposed.

After a sweep of his divine mind, Ye Ming's body flashed with golden light and he regained his human form. He observed these people calmly and suddenly chuckled:
"You have come from afar and have been waiting outside the city for a long time. I believe you have come here especially for me. What are your names, fellow Taoists?"

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you are quite calm. Even at this time, you are still thinking of inquiring about our origins. You have great courage. But if you want to delay time with this, it is unnecessary. You are surrounded by my Holy Realm army. Even if you have reinforcements, you can't get in." The woman in blue palace dress said with a smile.

This woman has a face as white as jade and an extremely beautiful appearance. She has an outstanding temperament and is both noble and cold.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Fellow Daoist Yuansha, right?" Ye Ming turned his gaze to the woman in palace dress.

"It seems that fellow Daoist has recognized me. You ruined my good deeds in the human world. Today it's time to settle the score." The woman in palace dress said with a gloomy face when she saw that Ye Ming actually recognized her.

It was indeed the Holy Ancestor Yuansha. He had seen the soul of this woman in Kunwu Mountain, and the woman in front of him looked not much different from that soul.

After Ye Ming figured it out, he turned his gaze to the short-horned woman who had just attacked. "I heard that the Mahayana cultivator from the demon world who was in charge of attacking this area was a fellow Taoist named Liu Ji. I wonder if he was referring to you?" (End of this chapter)