Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

With the Flaming Whip in his hand, and the Gui Wu Robe on his body and her powerful mental strength, if they were to fight one on one, Tang Chuxue at the peak of First Level of Void Stage, would at most be able to defeat ordinary Third Level of Void Stage experts.    

However, the special characteristic of her mental talent didn't lie in duels.    

Supporting Ye Feng in battle was Tang Chuxue's most powerful ability.    

The Great Heart Controlling Technique had an extremely large range and could explode when caught off guard. It was completely able to suppress a group of Void Stage Martial Cultivator s whose mental energies were not as good as their own for a short period of time.    

In the blink of an eye, Tang Chuxue who was retreating behind Ye Feng, with the Phantom of Martial Soul above his head, appeared.    

The pure white Void Beast Martial Spirit rose up like clouds and steam, increasing her mental strength by another level. After forming a hand seal, a rainbow-colored ripple, with her as the center, instantly spread out.    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

The bodies of the five Profound Yin Sect Devil Disciples s who had surrounded them, that had been taken advantage of by the Seven Colored Divine Light, suddenly stopped moving as if they were struck by lightning. Their bodies violently trembled, and in the short period of two to three breaths, they were no longer able to control their own movements.    

"Little Devil Cub, everyone here has been killed by you, right?"    

"Since that's the case, then all of you, go to hell …"    

Ye Feng's voice was filled with anger.    

The Moon-Burning Blade s in the front two Devil Disciples's eyes revealed a look of fear. They wanted to dodge but their bodies were not under their control, they could only watch as the flaming long blade rolled towards them.    

"Puchi puchi puchi …"    

The two heads flew high into the sky.    

Just as Ye Feng was about to pounce towards the other three people, the remaining three black shadow Devil Disciples s regained their senses under the influence of the Heart Control Great Art, and scattered in retreat. At this time, the distant Cao Lei and Wu Xiaoyu were also rushing over quickly.    

"Junior Brother Ye, leave these three Devil Cub s to us. You go deal with that expert."    

Wu Xiaoyu shouted from far away.    

She was afraid that all of the Devil Disciples s would die under Ye Feng's hands. After all, Devil Slaughter Token were incomparably mysterious, and whoever who killed the Devil Disciples would receive the points, wouldn't be killed by that person.    

"Alright!"    

Ye Feng smiled and dodged it.    

As for Tang Chuxue, she didn't really care because she didn't have any Devil Slaughter Token with her.    

After his figure jumped, Ye Feng went ahead to face Yin Jiunie. Yin Jiunie was a high level Devil Disciples at the late stage of Seventh Level of Void Stage, with two to three middle level Devil Disciples at the top. If he were to die under the claws of the Devil Flame Dragonlion, these hundred or so points would be wasted too.    

In the battle with the Devil Flame Dragonlion, Yin Jiunie was at a huge disadvantage.    

It could be said that every time a Devil Flame Dragonlion shot out a strand of devil fire, Yin Jiunie would have to use all his strength to have a chance of defending against it, and furthermore, he did not dare to underestimate the physical attack of the Dragonlion.    

What a joke, this was a Demonic Beast of the Earth Rank level, comparable to the eighth or ninth level of the Void Stage in Human Clan Martial Cultivator.    

Under this kind of dual suppression, Yin Jiunie no longer had the ability to retaliate, and was played around in circles by the Dragonlion.    

The moment Ye Feng joined the battle, his expression darkened so much that water was about to drip out of him.    

"It would seem that you are the person in the lead. If you give up resisting, I might be able to spare your life." Looking at the s whose clothes were scorched black, Ye Feng shouted.    

"Hehe …" "My sect's disciples were born in the name of the Devil Ancestor, and died for the sake of the Devil Ancestor's work. How can they live or die, and how can you extinguish the karmic fire in my heart …"    

As he spoke, his hands emitted waves after streak of dark energy, causing Yin Jiunie's entire body to be wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.    

The cold yin aura burst out from the outer part of his body, using this to cancel out the demonic flames that were rising from the Dragonlion s.    

"Even at the brink of death, you still remember to bewitch people. "Fine, this person will make you burn your body with raging flames and use fire to burn your bullshit karmic sinflames …"    

Just as the Devil Slaughter Token s had said, the true disciples of the Devil Sect were not afraid of death and could not be captured alive.    

Their spirits and their hearts held an unparalleled faith in the Devil Ancestor. It was as if death was a trivial matter to them.    

Ye Feng did not expect the person to surrender in just a few words. After he shouted, he rushed forward with his Moon-Burning Blade.    

At the same time the blade slashed down, with a thought, Ye Feng activated the only mental technique he knew — — "Soul Reflecting Needle". A strong mental force up to the eleventh or twelfth rank, silently shot into Yin Jiunie's sea of consciousness.    

Seeing through the master's intentions, the Devil Flame Dragonlion spat out a mouthful of flames and surrounded Yin Jiunie to feign an attack, while blocking Yin Jiunie's way of escape.    

"Evil Frost Heavenly Demon."    

"Your father will perish together with you …"    

Knowing that it was impossible for him to escape under the hands of this human and beast, Yin Jiunie's face paled as he spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence.    

In the dense yin aura, there seemed to be an extremely cold monster, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, rushing out from within the infernal energy.    

But at this moment, the "Soul-Taking Needle" invaded Yin Jiunie's Divine Sea with lightning speed, instantly freezing his movements. The Yin Qi that was about to condense into something, seemed to dissipate at this moment.    

Although the Soul-Taking Needle could not injure him too much, this strike had coincidentally stopped Yin Jiunie's channeling, causing the monster that was about to charge out to be trapped by the translucent yin qi, to form an extremely terrifying ghost face.    

It was too late.    

A short pause was enough for him to fall into hell.    

Ye Feng's figure suddenly appeared.    

The "Raging Flame Jumping To Heaven" that was infused with the blade intent seed cut down, clashing onto Yin Jiunie's body that was wrapped in Yin Qi, instantly ripping apart the layers of Yin armor, the power of the flames, opening up an opening for.    

Ye Feng punched out without restraint.    

He had used the "Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace".    

Lightning and fire were both of the unparalleled masculine attribute. The speed of this fist art was incomparably fast, and the Yin Qi that was torn open by the "Flame Blade" had yet to close, but the fist light had already invaded his body like lightning.    

"Bang …"    

His voice was powerful and powerful.    

Yin Jiunie's skinny figure was even directly struck out of the ferocious clouds by this punch.    

"You …"    

He opened his mouth in shock.    

He opened his mouth, and spat out an electric arc Thunder Light, following which a crackling sound like fried beans sounded out, and black smoke rose from Yin Jiunie's body.    

He slowly fell backwards. His body, which was wrapped in a black robe, had also turned into an especially sinister mist at this moment.    

Even until death, Yin Jiunie could not understand, his plan was flawless.    

First kill the two weaker ones and then lure the two stronger ones into the Yin Qi village to kill them. How could this plan fail?    

Furthermore, the failure was so thorough that even he, Mo Ming, had miraculously fallen …