Unparalleled Crazy Young System

Chapter 1889

"Xuanming Soul Eater Slash."

The huge sword in Xuan Ming's hand began to fall.

It fell quickly, but the loss of time at this moment seemed to slow down.

Everyone could see that the black sword aura slowly condensed into the appearance of an evil spirit, whistling towards Ye Hao with teeth and claws.

Ye Hao's expression became solemn, and his spatial ability could no longer be used in a short time.

Shadow·Blue·Sword

Ye Hao sacrificed a blue long sword transformed from a shadow.

"Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Swords!"

The evil spirit collided with countless sword shadows.

At the same time, Ye Hao sacrificed seven famous swords to resist the offensive of Tang Yuan and Bone Girl.

Boom boom.

A huge explosion filled the entire grotto.

The Bone Girl and Tang Yuan flew out and slammed into the wall of the grotto, blood spurting from their mouths.

Xuan Ming stood in the air, and Ye Hao stood on the isolated island.

A giant sword, a long sword.

Xuan Ming smashed his finger, and the **** fingers were sprinkled on the giant sword. The original black situation exudes a crimson light.

"Xuanming blood sea."

The Xuanming giant sword fell heavily on the isolated island, and the illusion of a sea of ​​blood appeared around it, as if to swallow Ye Hao.

"Forbidden Curse·The Wrath of Poseidon. Forbidden Curse·Dance of Flame Dragons. Forbidden Curse·Ice Field."

Three consecutive forbidden spells were cast out.

Huge shock waves of energy overflowed.

The grotto protected by the magic circle groaned like pain.

Everyone at the only hole above was overturned by this wave of air, some stepped back, and some fell directly to the ground.

It's another one-off showdown.

Except for the shortness of breath and the disorganized clothes on both sides of the battle, there was no actual damage.

Xuan Ming clenched his fists and stared at the youth on the isolated island.

Who on earth is this guy, he is already semi-sage, why is he still not letting go when facing himself.

Moreover, this guy is still "fettered" and cannot leave the central island. If he can fight on his own, it is estimated that the current situation will not be like this.

At this moment, the fighting time has passed halfway.

"It's time." Han Yan suddenly yelled: "Get up the coffin."

The seven hanging coffins in front of him opened at the same time, and seven corpses appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh my God, that was the silent Buddha of Buddhism six hundred years ago!" Guo Shuangshuang recognized one of the bald men and exclaimed.

"The ghost emperor of the South eight hundred years ago, the seven-fingered sword demon. And the ghost emperor of the east four hundred years ago, the three dragon kings." Zhong Kui frowned, his eyes a little angry.

It seems that some are unhappy, and Drought has refined the ancestors of the underworld into corpses.

"The eighth Patriarch of the Eastern Family, Dongfang Chenying. If you let the Eastern Family see that their ancestors had been corpse-trained by Lord Drought, you might have to run over and desperately." The judge laughed.

"Master Meng, who are the other three people?" Qi Yanan asked the three people curiously.

"The superintendent of the genius doctor of Tianmen 500 years ago, the genius doctor of white robe. And the first worship of Tianmen 1,350 years ago, the fairy of Tsing Yi. In addition, the first beauty who swept Chinese martial arts a thousand years ago, the Emei school Heavenly Lan Saintess." Po Meng said one by one.

"These seven people...couldn't they all be powerhouses in the fairyland." The Wu Hades glasses girl swallowed and asked.

Po Meng did not speak, and being silent at this time was a good answer.

In fact, they have always believed that among the five ghost emperors, except for Tang Yuan, who was not in the fairyland before, the dead emperor was the weakest.

Because he rarely shoots, and always looks sick.

Unexpectedly, this time the shot was actually sacrificed to the corpses of seven wonderland experts.

"It's not over yet." Han Yan showed a frantic expression, and he pressed his palms together to form a seal: "Collect the power of all things, and the seven corpses are together!"

Drizzle shouted, and countless energies in the surrounding grottoes had gathered.

The seven corpses actually collided together, and after a burst of black fog, a monster three meters tall appeared in front of everyone.

"Hahahaha, it's finished, it's finished. I'm finally finished, the corpse refining in the holy realm!" Han Yan laughed, ecstatic.

Refining corpses in the holy realm?

Everyone frowned, and it was impossible that this monster that combined the seven wonderland powerhouses possessed the power of the holy land.

"Ye Hao, you will definitely die now!" Han Yan pointed at Ye Hao, as if he was sentenced to death.

The next moment, the corpse appeared directly on the isolated island.

That speed was a bit faster than Xuan Ming.

Facing this speed, Ye Hao only had time to raise his hands and use his mental power to form dozens of magical barriers in front of him.

boom

The holy corpse punched, Ye Hao's body kept falling backward.

Finally, he barely stopped at the edge of the island.

"Hahahaha, have you seen it. This is the power of my holy corpse!" Hanyan laughed.

"You asked me to wait for the battle before, just to fill this space with energy to satisfy your corpse refining." Tang Yuan frowned and looked at Han Yan.

Han Yan shrugged and did not deny: "It takes a lot of energy to refine the saint corpse. Although I am in a fairyland, I can't do it. But here is different, there are a total of six fairyland powerhouses.

This is a place overflowing with energy, plus the energy emitted from the ghost of the guy's corpse, it just makes me even more powerful. "

"Stop talking nonsense, there are still two minutes. Kill this kid!" Xuan Ming said viciously, his eyes cold.

Ye Hao couldn't stay, he had such strength at a young age, and he could also control the space. If he was given a few more years, they would be his opponents.

"It's over, it's over. The corpse emperor actually made the sacred corpse, how could Ye Hao, a strong man in the holy realm, be an opponent." Chen Mei'er looked worried and stomped her feet anxiously.

She noticed Guo Shuangshuang who was silent next to her.

"Shuangshuang, why are you not in a hurry? Young Master Ye is going to die!"

"He will not die. This battle is not over yet." Guo Shuangshuang said confidently.

"Why? That's a holy corpse." Chen Meier wondered, he really couldn't see where Ye Hao had a chance of winning.

"Because he is smiling." Guo Shuangshuang came out inexplicably.

"Laughing? What do you mean? Don't be dumb at this time. I'm almost anxious to death." Chen Mei'er folded her hands on her chest and stomped her feet in a hurry.

"Young Master Ye is smiling." Qi Yanan on the side noticed this detail.

Several people noticed that Ye Hao's mouth was still smiling when facing the holy corpse.

Ye Hao patted his own dust, and looked calmly at the sacred corpse in front of him, and the drought afterwards.

"What are you laughing at." Han Yan stared at Ye Hao.

"I'm smiling, your corpse can't beat me."

"I am a saint corpse!" Han Yan emphasized.

"If your corpse is really a holy realm, I would have run away now. It's a pity that this is just a guy wearing a holy realm skin.

In addition to the speed power, combat ability. Without the charm of the holy realm, his strength was at best comparable to Xuan Ming. "

Ye Hao smiled lightly.

"Nonsense, see that my sacred corpse won't destroy you." Han Yan pointed to Ye Hao and ordered his own sacred corpse.

Ye Hao raised his hands, and three blue, red and earthy yellow halos appeared in front of him.

The next moment the three **** of light fuse together.

At the same time, Ye Hao tried to draw a little bit of sacred power in his body. Originally, he wanted to draw a little bit of dark power, but he was stopped by Star Sky.

Star Sky is awake now, she would not allow Ye Hao to do dangerous things.

In this way, a small black ball with three star rings appeared, and a golden light spot appeared on the surface of the small ball.