Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1296 Three Breaths to Defeat the Enemy with One Sword
  "I'll give you three breaths of time to let him go. If you exceed this time, your soul will become one of the countless dead souls under the Balrog's sword!"

Zhang Yan's momentum already made Ye Qing's hair stand on end!

"Who do you think you are? You're talking as if if I let someone go, you'll let me go? I'm not a fool! Zhang Yan, even if I die, I will support these men of yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the endless death energy turned into hands, emerging from the ground and wrapping around everyone's ankles!
  In an instant, everyone felt their ankles were cold, and their vitality was completely robbed by these arms.

"Everyone must be buried with me! I won't be defeated by you so easily!"

Ye Qing's voice seemed a little crazy and full of killing intent.

However, at this moment, everyone felt an extremely warm breath coming from their feet. For a moment, like geothermal heat, the extremely hot breath formed extremely powerful gas-shaped clothes, wrapping them in.

The lifeless ghost hand at the ankle disappeared in just an instant.

Seeing this, Ye Qing's face became paler.

"The time for three breaths has passed. It seems that you have made what you think is the right choice."

Having said this, Zhang Yan's momentum suddenly became more violent!
  At this time, Old Monster Xi and others had completely collapsed to the ground.

If we talk about Zhang Yan before, they felt that there were others who could defeat him.

So, the feeling now is that Zhang Yan is a god who cannot be defeated!

Old Monster Xi, Zhan Kuang and others were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. Such violent murderous intent made the travelers on the road speed up their pace.

Under such violent power, the entire Xihuang seemed to be trembling. Flames surged into the sky, and the light was even brighter than the bright moon in the sky. The original fire seemed to be swallowing up the entire space!
  Zhang Yan raised the knife with one hand, and the entire space seemed to be stagnant!
  Ye Qing, under such terrifying pressure, was completely unable to move, let alone attack!

"Is this the real power of this sword? Even this ancient stranger with corrupted death energy cannot move at all under this power!"

As he spoke, Taibai felt that his cultivation and vitality were flowing back from Ye Qing's body bit by bit.

Within a moment, his cultivation level had returned to its original state.

Mu Xuan, Bondi, and even Wang Yan, as well as a large number of guys who escaped from death, now regard Zhang Yan as a god!

Some people even began to pray on the ground and knelt down endlessly.

Every time the long knife in Zhang Yan's hand was pressed down, Ye Qing's knees made a terrifying bone-breaking sound!
  Fear completely enveloped Ye Qing in an instant!

Kaka!

Ye Qing actually knelt down!

"No, don't!" Ye Qing simply begged for mercy.

"Is it too childish to beg for mercy now?" Zhang Yan tilted his head, like an angry god, "Whatever path a person chooses, he must pay the corresponding price for the path he chooses."

"But, I don't want to die!" Ye Qing's voice began to tremble, "I can give you my power of corruption! In this way, you can swallow the life of the world without meditating. Use it for yourself!"

(End of this chapter)