King of the Fairy City

"I didn't expect to see you again."

Hearing this, not to mention Old Yang, even Ye Mo himself was stunned.

Seeing Old Yang's surprised look, Ye Mo frowned slightly and shook his head slightly at Old Yang, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

"Don't you remember me?"

The ferocious and terrifying crocodile face of the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint squeezed out a sneer, with a bit of sarcasm.

"I don't know you."

Ye Mo looked gloomy and glanced at the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint lightly.

Hearing this, the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint carefully looked up and down, and saw that Ye Mo was not lying to it, which was quite surprising.

After a moment of silence, it looked at Ye Mo with complicated eyes and said, "You go, this won't happen again."

"What do you mean?"

Ye Mo raised his eyebrows, and his expression looked particularly cold under the lingering yin energy.

"Do you think you can really take down this formation point? This seat is kind enough to spare your lives, don't be ungrateful."

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint said impatiently.

Ye Mo did not say anything, but only clasped one hand on the storage bag and held the six holy bone strings in the other hand, the meaning was self-evident.

On the other side, Elder Yang also held the Moon Blade magic weapon, and stared at the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint.

"It seems that you are going to drink the wine instead of accepting the toast."

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint's expression turned cold, and the cloak covering his majestic body fluttered without wind.

Ye Mo was also wearing a black cloak, with a cold expression, and a wisp of yin energy lingering around his body, just like a ghost. A man and a crocodile facing each other in the air, wearing a simple black cloak without any decoration, it was quite a bit like a nemesis.

"Quick!"

Without saying a word, Ye Mo threw out a ball of purple thunder flames. The purple thunder was actually a flame, and the black and white flames were actually thunder. It was hard to tell the real from the fake.

When the lightning and fire were halfway, Ye Mo once again pinched the magic formula, and suddenly, the lightning and fire exploded in the air, turning into thousands of flames, like a gorgeous purple meteor shower, blasting over.

"If you were at the peak of the transformation of the spirit, I would still be afraid of you, but now... you can't."

p\u003eThe Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint stretched out a claw and waved it contemptuously.

As he spoke, thousands of purple thunder flames were already in front of him.

However, the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint was still unhurried, grabbing the cloak and waving it forward fiercely.

The seemingly ordinary cloak seemed to cover the sky in an instant, burying the stars and covering the moon, and instantly covering all the purple thunder flames in it. When the cloak was retracted, tens of thousands of purple thunder flames had disappeared!

"Hiss~"

When Yang Lao, who was about to take action, saw this scene, he stopped his next move, looked at the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint in the distance in disbelief, and then turned to look at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo's face changed instantly. He could clearly feel that the Purple Thunder Flame of All Things he had sacrificed had indeed lost contact with him. It was either wiped out or taken away. In short, he was completely at a disadvantage.

This beast is terrible!

Ye Mo's first impression of the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint was instantly formed. Since he had the Purple Thunder Flame of All Things, he had never met anyone who took away his means as soon as they met. He was very sure that when he used this means, the cultivators in the late stage of the Spiritualization would have to think twice and would never dare to take it away so boldly.

But the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint did so, and it was so calm that Ye Mo was not calm for a moment.

Thinking of what the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint had just said, "If you were at the peak of the Spiritualization, I would still be afraid of you." Could it be that it was at the peak of the Spiritualization?

If so, this trip would be troublesome. With such a big and fierce guy here, let alone Ye Mo and Old Yang, even if there were two more Spiritualization cultivators, they might not be able to do anything to it.

However, despite this, Ye Mo still wanted to give it a try. He was never a person who gave up easily. He was only in the late stage of the Spiritualization. If he wanted to leave, he was confident that the Crocodile Saint would not let him stay.

"Yang Yuezong, attack together!"

Ye Mo shouted coldly, and the Void Wind Green Lotus and Huaqing Inkstone were instantly sacrificed, spewing out a hundred feet of spiritual light, stirring up the dark energy in the sky, and all evil spirits retreated.

When Elder Yang heard Ye Mo's call, he sacrificed the Moon Blade without hesitation. Suddenly, the moonlight spread like water. Above the Moon Blade, in the hazy auspicious light, a fist-sized bright moon slowly rose up, the light was brilliant, but not dazzling at all.

"Moon Worship Sect? Your magical powers are quite rare."

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint glanced at Old Yang, then waved his cloak, and a dark yellow light flew out, and at the same time he said nonchalantly: "Play with my corpse puppet."

The dark yellow light circled in the air, and then the light disappeared, revealing a weird ghost with a yellow body like sticky mud. It was impossible to tell its original appearance, as if it was a mud ball made by a child.

Then, the Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint stopped looking at Old Yang, turned around and raised his claws to slap the Void Wind Green Lotus and Hua Qing Inkstone, trying to fight against the two great magical instruments.

"Dang!"

"Bang!"

The crocodile claws suddenly swelled up in the wind, and grew to the size of a house, flashing black light with stars, and it was not at all inferior to the two great magical instruments.

The wind blade on the leaves of the Void Wind Green Lotus chopped at the crocodile claws, and the blades slashed and cut fiercely, making only a series of deafening metal sounds, but it could not cut the crocodile claws at all.

And the Huaqing Inkstone was unable to cause any damage to the crocodile claws after a collision, but was instead shaken by the impact.

"Duh!"

Ye Mo shouted, with a gloomy aura on his face, and he pinched the magic formula with his hand and pointed at a distance.

Hua Qing's inkstone suddenly felt attracted. Between the friction between the inkstone body and the inkstone cover, a small opening opened, and a group of cool green flames suddenly poured out, spreading like water.

"What kind of fire is this?"

The Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint's pupils shrank. Although he didn't know what kind of strange fire it was, he didn't dare to touch it with his body. He rolled up his big cloak and was about to rush over and sweep away the Bihe Qingyan.

At this moment, Bihe Qingyan suddenly turned around several times, and then dispersed into several groups. Not only did it avoid the cover of the cloak, but it also rushed towards the holy face of the Underworld Crocodile.

"puff!"

At the critical moment, the Crocodile Saint of the Underworld suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of pitch-black ghost mist, which wound up in strands and wrapped the Bihe Qingyan in it in an instant. It made a harsh sound, but it couldn't rush forward no matter what. Not coming out.

Seeing this, the Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint smiled coldly and swallowed the ghost mist back into his belly again.

This move was so extraordinary that Ye Mo was stunned. His pupils shrank sharply, and a chill arose.

"Do you have any other options?"

The Underworld Crocodile Saint Youyou turned to look at Ye Mo.

Ye Moran remained silent, but the next moment, his figure had disappeared. It was not a secret technique of concealment or teleportation, but a killing move.

The Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint didn't notice at all that Xu Feng Qinglian and Hua Qing Inkstone both had a touch of moonlight power. Even if it didn't take the initiative to connect the two magic weapons with its body, Ye Mo would find a way to silence the moonlight. Wuxi fell on him, not to mention taking the initiative to contact him. At this moment, Ye Mo finally activated the "Moon Crown Sword Technique - Moonlight Fantasy Kill".

However, Ye Mo did not fully perform the "Moonlight Fantasy Kill" because he did not have a magic weapon in his hand. Even if he used the killing move, it would only have an unexpected effect. With the physical body of the Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint just now, Judging from the strength, it is no less than his own, and it is impossible to cause harm to it with the eight-system magic weapon with small supernatural powers.

"kill!"

Ye Mo was covered in a big cloak, and his whole body was filled with yin energy. As if he was the god of death from the underworld, his figure suddenly appeared next to the Crocodile Saint of the Underworld.

At this moment, a high-pitched and melodious cry resounded through the void, and a brilliant and unparalleled light of the avenue was emitted close at hand. The color of the world changed instantly. It was truly a murderous intention, and the world was turned upside down!

All the souls of the dead are gone!

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint was really shocked at this moment. It was not coming from the broken void, nor was it teleporting. He was actually able to get close to it by relying on his skills, so that it almost didn't react at the moment.

Fortunately, its reaction was not slow, and it finally came to its senses. It put its claws into the cloak and touched it, then quickly raised a block. At this time, there was already a piece of wood in the claw that looked like wood but not wood, and looked like gold but not gold. The long blood-colored branches narrowly blocked Ye Mo's path-breaking light.

At this moment, Ye Mo's expression turned completely gloomy.

This attack was a one-shot kill that he had been planning for a long time. He used the "Moonlight Fantasy Kill" to approach at extremely high speed, and then used the light of interception to kill the Crocodile Saint of the Underworld. The attack was caught off guard, and the success rate could reach as high as 80%!

Unfortunately, this Crocodile Saint's cloak doesn't seem to be simple. He just took away his Vientiane Purple Thunder Flame, and now he takes out a powerful ghost weapon, which seems to be like a storage bag?

"Destroying Immortal Hand!"

Ye Mo yelled again, his whole body was surging with energy and blood, like lead and mercury, roaring and roaring like the Yangtze River rushing down, and like the waves crashing on the shore, roaring and shaking.

"Physical training?"

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint was shocked. The ghost clan has never said anything about physical cultivation. Although its body has been tempered with the help of the ghost king and is almost the same as physical cultivation, there is still a difference between its essence and physical cultivation.

It never understood why Ye Mo embarked on the path of physical cultivation.

Although "Ye Mo" has very poor qualifications and learned everything at the beginning, he wouldn't go on the opposite path to Taoism and become a physical practitioner, right?

The Dark Swamp Crocodile Saint didn't know what level of physical cultivation Ye Mo had reached, but it didn't dare to take the risk, and it was about to shoot a long bloodshot.

"boom!"

The mountain-shattering force of the attack came forward, shaking the ten-foot-tall demonic body struck by the Crocodile Saint, and the Yin Qi was forced to retreat by the released Qi and blood.

But...that's all.

This bloody spear is also an incredible ghost weapon. It withstood Ye Mo's full blow without much reaction. It just emitted wisps of black light and there was no other abnormality.

Ye Mo's expression remained unchanged as he punched and kicked one after another. The roar continued and the sound shook the sky.

However, the Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint himself was powerful and had extremely powerful ghost weapons in his hands, so he easily blocked Ye Mo's offensive.

Once again blocking Ye Mo's attack, the Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint's eyes flashed with cold light, and the end of his long spear covered with countless sharp blades suddenly hit Ye Mo, forcing Ye Mo to retreat.

At this point, a fierce battle temporarily came to an end.

"Do you have any other options?"

The Saint of the Underworld Crocodile withdrew his long spear and sneered.

Putting aside the initial flinch, after a fierce battle, it was very sure that Ye Mo's physical body had reached an invincible state, while it was just a little short of it, but not by much. It could be said that there was nothing Ye Mo could do. It must not.

"Do you have any other options?"

Ye Mo also asked a question.

"I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve."

The Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint was startled, then sneered.

"You just said you would let us go, but does that still count?"

Ye Mo asked again.

As soon as these words came out, the Dark Marsh Crocodile Saint was stunned. He looked at Ye Mo with a strange expression for a while, and finally said: "Let's go."

"Fellow Taoist Yang Yuezong, let's go."

Ye Mo did not hesitate and said hello crisply, turned around and flew towards the flying warship.

This time, I was defeated, there is no doubt about it, because the Swamp Crocodile Saint did not fight me to the death from beginning to end, otherwise the result would never be like this, and my defeat was inevitable.