I am Jiang Ming, the Eternal Demon Emperor

Chapter 490: Holy Body Ye Fan as Bait

"boom"

The collision of two Saint King-level figures instantly caused chaos in the surrounding world, with yin and yang reversed and the Saint's might soaring that any wisp of wind would turn into a hurricane that swept thousands of miles. But now, compressed into this small area, every wisp of wind seemed to be able to open up space and tear open a black hole.

The owner of the yellow hand groaned, having suffered a great loss. The huge palm trembled and cracked like broken porcelain, with blood flowing out and being sucked back into the palm.

"Sure enough, I've heard that there's an old antique in Qishi Mansion who is not simple, but how many of them can you resist?"

At this moment, a purple figure appeared in the void, raised his hand, and slapped over. During this process, there was a surge of purple flames. This was a saint king who mastered the fire-element fruit.

His attack was very decisive and was still directed at Ye Fan. His determination to kill Ye Fan remained unchanged.

"buzz"

The old God King of Qishi Mansion didn't say a word, and raised his other hand. Silver divine light shone from his body, and he slapped this palm again, and a silver divine monument appeared on his palm.

hum.

It was another horrifying collision. The silver divine monument came into contact with the purple flame, and the flame burned violently with a "sizzling" sound. However, it could not do anything to the silver divine monument. Its power was suppressed little by little, revealing the palm behind it.

"Click"

The sound of broken bones and tendons was heard, and it was obvious that the owner of the purple hand was also injured at this moment.

"Hahahaha, if that's the case, then let's see if you have three heads and six arms, old man."

However, a third breath-taking aura appeared. This time, the monster that attacked raised its hand, and its huge palm turned green with green scales on it. It was clearly the power of the wood element.

The green palm covered the sky and the sun, and it connected with the timing of the attacks of the other two ancient saints, not giving the old saint any chance to breathe, and still rushed towards Ye Fan to kill.

"Roar"

The old man in the Qishi Mansion was furious. With a loud shout, a stream of silver air flew out of his mouth. Along with a dragon's roar, the silver air stream turned into a lifelike silver dragon, which entangled with the palm of the Ancient Ancestor King covered with green scales that was coming towards him, blocking his attack.

"Today the Blessed Sacrament must die."

As the cold words sounded, the fourth terrifying aura of the Saint King appeared. The moment this existence made its move, accompanied by rolling devil clouds, a huge black claw stretched out from the clouds, like a demon from outer space, and the black mist blocked the sun and covered the sky.

"Wow!"

The old saint of Qishi Mansion did not say anything either. He was a ruthless man and didn't talk much. The next moment, a silver eye opened directly between his eyebrows. Along with the clanging of swords, a beam of sword energy and divine light collided directly with the black devil's hand.

"Sure enough, none of the saints of the human race are simple. Fortunately, this time, we are well prepared."

The fifth ancient ancestor king appeared, a mocking voice sounded, and in the sky, another terrifying hand appeared. This hand stretched out across thousands of miles of land. The green arm was like a lush green mountain range. This horrifying scene was too terrifying.

The emerald green palm looks like it was carved from a huge piece of jade, like the hand of God that can erase everything in the world.

“Shameless.”

The old sage of Qishi Mansion roared and let out a long howl, fighting hard. Along with his roar, a desolate land appeared from behind him, with a winding river flowing away. That was the Ji River, and there was a red sun slowly setting?

A strange scene: the setting sun over the long river.

It can be seen that the old senior of Qishi Mansion did not retreat a single step from beginning to end in the face of these continuous attacks from the ancient kings.

Today, he had to catch all of them. He just wanted to see if there was any left.

"What a pity. It's useless for you to fight hard. The Holy Body must die today."

The sixth Saint King appeared and made a cold voice in the void. His voice was like thunder, shaking the avenue and shaking the void. His body was a hazy golden light, dazzling and dazzling. Behind him were twelve pairs of golden wings like angels. He stepped down as if he was going to step on an ant to death, and fell towards Ye Fan.

"The killing array begins."

Fishing must be all about fishing. The saint of Qishi Mansion shouted loudly, and in an instant, the area around the altar was filled with gray murderous intent, and the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles boiled, turning into chaotic sword light. "Puff" he stood directly on the saint's fallen feet.

In an instant, blood splattered, but after falling, it was directly absorbed by the vibration patterns in the air. This formation can absorb the blood of saints and become more and more powerful.

"It's actually a blood sacrifice formation. Old man, do you think you can fight to survive? Do you think you can face the seven of us alone?"

At this moment, the sky was filled with blood, and another Saint King appeared. As this guy appeared, he was accompanied by rolling blood clouds.

Jiang Ming could see clearly from a distance that the Saint Kings who took action were all from one of the ten most brutal ancient royal families.

The power held by each of these ancient ancestor kings is deeply hidden, but there are some special features that he can see through at a glance.

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Jiang Ming took a few looks and it was almost done, as there were still two who had not shown up.

Of the ten most brutal ancient royal families, only six remained after the Blood Moon Clan was wiped out.

This time, nine Saint Kings were sent directly, one from each ethnic group.

In that case, let's kill them all at once.

Jiang Ming's Vermillion Bird totem god has been practicing hard in the Fire Domain with the Hengyu Furnace in his arms for more than a year. He was also very lonely. It was not easy for so many ancient ancestor kings to appear for him to practice with. In this case, he would not be polite.

The Vermillion Bird Totem God has already reached the first level of Saint King cultivation, and the current battle situation is most suitable for him.

boom!
At this moment, the sky seemed to turn into a red cloud in an instant, with crimson flames burning fiercely. The Vermillion Bird Totem Deity fell like a star, directly targeting the Blood Cloud Ancient Ancestor King of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint King.

Hengyu’s forbidden secret technique—the furnace of heaven and earth.

hum!
In an instant, Jiang Ming's entire body seemed to have transformed into an incomparably huge cauldron, falling on the blood-red ancient saint.

"puff"

The ancient saint's eyes almost popped out. The first collision twisted and shattered his body, breaking bones and tendons. Then, two hands stretched out from the red furnace, tore him in half, and pulled him in.

boom!
The next moment, the entire ancient ancestor king instantly turned into the essence of heaven and earth, rushed into Jiang Ming's limbs and bones, and was refined into nothingness on the spot.

The most powerful Dao fruit of Emperor Hengyu is not the fire element, but the smelting of the heavens. Everything can be refined into his essence, and he can fight to support himself.

Therefore, this ancestor dared to go to the Taichu Ancient Mine to grind the levers, to offer sacrifices to the Hengyu Furnace, and to provoke the restless Supreme inside, and to kill him with thunder, which proved the power of his own Dao.

After killing one.

Jiang Ming's figure appeared next to another person and punched out, tearing the person into pieces. Even the gods of his Taoist Palace and the ancient princesses of the same realm could not beat him. For him, killing these ancient ancestor kings of the same realm was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

(End of this chapter)