World Wide Martial Art

"You only have this ability, how dare you come to attack the Demon Pavilion?"

The high priest showed a contemptuous smile, "I will send you on your way right now!"

With a cold shout, his pupils shrank, and thousands of needles appeared in his eyes. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

"laugh!"

There was a strange sound in the void, Mo Wutian's scalp felt numb, and deep fear filled his eyes.

These thousands of needle rays are the condensed power of the soul. They are formless and invisible to the naked eye. They pierce into his sea of ​​​​consciousness and stir up huge waves like a violent storm.

However, just thousands of needles couldn't do anything to Mo Wutian. He urged his soul and mobilized the mighty power of his soul to suppress it easily.

The needle glow was not enough evidence, but the hidden meaning behind the needle glow made Mo Wutian's hair stand on end.

You must know that inner demons are the most powerful in restraining the soul, and a monk who becomes possessed will definitely mobilize all the power of the soul to suppress the inner demons.

At the moment, the high priest has no scruples, and there are only two possibilities for using the power of the soul.

One is that the high priest has been possessed by the inner demon, and it is the inner demon that controls his body at the moment.

But the inner demon is extremely evil, and it would be a good thing not to kill all the demons in the Demon Pavilion. It is absolutely impossible to protect the Demon Pavilion.

The first possibility was eliminated, leaving only the second possibility, which was also the possibility that Mo Wutian was least willing to accept, or even unwilling to believe.

"You have erased your demons!"

Mo Wutian stared at the high priest with a ferocious expression.

The reason why Mo Wutian dared to attack the Demon Pavilion was precisely because he received information that the high priest went crazy and was disturbed by his inner demons.

During the battle in the Demon Pavilion, Mo Wutian carefully tested and confirmed the authenticity of the information. The high priest was in extremely poor condition.

In order to protect the demon pavilion, the high priest forcibly suppressed the inner demon to fight with him. Mo Wutian judged that even if the high priest was not possessed by the inner demon, he would never have the strength to fight again.

It was with this idea in mind that Mo Wutian once again led the Demon Soul Clan to attack the Demon Pavilion only one day later.

But at the moment, the high priest shows no sign of decline. He moves with great confidence and every move is powerful.

"You're not that stupid."

Mo Wutian shouted in disbelief, causing the corner of the high priest's mouth to curl up in amusement.

"You have guessed the truth. It's time to die contented and happy. I'm here to take you on your way."

The high priest raised his hand, and nine fox tails emerged from his palm. The fox tails turned and turned into a whirlpool of reincarnation, falling from the sky and covering Mo Wutian.

"Nine revolutions of depravity!"

Ye Feng saw this scene through the hole in the Demon Pavilion and couldn't help but look slightly startled.

Nine-turn rotation is a magical power that can only be used by the nine-tailed demon fox. It is a special magical power that requires a specific bloodline.

Jiuzhuan Luanliu is extremely domineering. Ye Feng has seen Hu Xianghan perform it, and he learned it from it, so he knows Jiuzhuan Luanliu very well.

And the high priest's display of the Nine Transformation Flow proved that the high priest's true form must be the nine-tailed demon fox. At this moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel lucky.

Before getting the bloodline of the God Owl, Ye Feng was still considering whether to impersonate the Nine-tailed Demon Fox and enter the Demon Pavilion.

At the moment, it seems that it is a good thing that Ye Feng did not do this after obtaining the blood of the god owl. Otherwise, facing the high priest, a nine-tailed demon fox at the ninth level of the divine realm, his identity cannot withstand any scrutiny, and his disguise will be seen through at a glance.

"However, I remember Zhang Ji once said that the name of the demon tribe's sacrifice is Li Huan. Am I remembering it wrong?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He called this name, but it had nothing to do with the nine-tailed demon fox.

But no matter what, Mo Wutian faced the powerful magical power of the high priest, and would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. All his plans were destined to fail, and he might even be killed in the Demon Pavilion.

Just as he was thinking about the ending of this hero, Ye Feng suddenly felt a deep chill running down his spine, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Boundless fear surged into his heart, and Ye Feng's hands and feet were cold.

He felt as if he was being targeted by the devil from hell. The next second, a demonic hand that covered the sky would grab him. Even if he used the laws of space, he could not avoid it. The demonic palm would smash his body into mud and drag his soul into purgatory. Never be reincarnated forever.

Fear made Ye Feng's body stiff.

But he is not one to sit still and wait for death. Faced with any difficulties, Ye Feng will never give up. Even if he dies in the next second, he will still fight back.

"The secret of the supreme sword! Break mountains and rivers!"

Ye Feng roared angrily, drew the knife in his hand, turned around and struck the knife without hesitation, the light of the knife seemed to shine in the sky, dazzling and gorgeous.

Under the light of the sword, the mountains and rivers were torn apart, boundless coldness poured out, and the shocking sword was unstoppable!

This sword was the most powerful blow that Ye Feng realized when facing a group of monster clan geniuses who were surrounding him in Guiyun Ridge and faced a certain death situation, allowing him to change his fate against the will of heaven and kill the group of monsters with his sword.

Ye Feng turned around and swung his knife, and the light of the knife broke the mountains and rivers. Only at this moment did he see the source of his fear of death.

This is a demon soul tribe, wearing a purple gold crown and dragon scale armor, with sharp eyes and murderous intent. He is holding a soul-destroying demon sword. The cold light on the tip of the sword is breathtaking. There is actually a person sitting in the cold light. An ugly monster with disheveled hair and a distorted face.

The evil demon is so oppressive that it looks like a supreme demon lord who regards all living things in the world as ants and wants to kill all living beings.

It was precisely because the evil demon was so terrifying that Ye Feng felt endless fear in his heart, and had no choice but to use his most powerful trump card to cut off mountains and rivers with one blow.

The sword light collided with the cold light of the sword tip in an instant. The fierce demon sitting upright in the cold light suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were like abyss, and he pushed out his hands with both hands on his chest. The surging power was like a huge wave, as if it would destroy the world. Troubles.

"boom!"

The violent power poured out, and the coldness of the sword struck fiercely. Under the power of the stormy waves, the light of the sword destroyed the dead, chopped up the unstoppable force, and cut open the palm of the evil demon.

"boom!"

The cold light from the tip of the sword exploded, and the evil demon sitting inside was cut into two pieces. Ye Feng's body was shaken violently, and he suddenly flew out upside down.

The tiger's mouth was cracked and dripping with blood, his arms were stiff, and his veins were bulging.

Ye Feng slapped the ground with one palm, stabilized his body, raised his trembling arm, stared ahead with cold eyes, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth indifferently.

The demon soul clan was also looking at Ye Feng at this moment. The soul-destroying demon sword in his hand was trembling and buzzing, and a sad and vicious cry came from the sound, as if there was an injustice soul crying and cursing in his ears.

"Are you Shen Feng?"

The demon soul tribe's voice was cold, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, "You killed my third brother, killed my tribe, and I will pay for it with your blood today!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and it turned out that the other person was Mo Pingtian's brother.

As the third son of the Demon Soul Clan, Mo Pingtian has two elder brothers. After Ye Feng killed Mo Pingtian, he also heard a lot of news about his two elder brothers.

The eldest brother Mo Pingtian, Mo Ping Prison, is already in the divine realm and is quite famous in the Demon Soul Clan, while the second brother, Mo Pingxian, is still in the holy realm, but has reached the peak of the holy realm. It is even said that he has half-stepped into the divine realm.

The Demonic Soul Tribe in front of him is at the ninth level of the Holy Realm. He has powerful demonic energy and extraordinary fighting power. He must be Mo Pingxian.

"The ninth level of the Holy Realm, half a foot stepping into the Divine Realm..."

Ye Feng silently clenched the soul-stealing knife, his heart sinking slightly. He had just used the Broken Mountain River to block the opponent's sneak attack. Although he was not seriously injured, the opponent was unscathed in the face of the Broken Mountain River, which shows his strong strength.

"Shen Maple."

When Mo Pingxian attacked Ye Feng just now, Kong Liakong noticed the opponent, but he was too late to take action. At this moment, the two sides were on the verge of a fight, so he immediately came to Ye Feng's side.

"Mo Ping Xian, if you want to kill Shen Feng, you must first pass me."

Kong Huakong's mouth was dry. He knew that Mo Pingxian was stronger than him, but he still guarded Ye Feng unswervingly.