“Boom!”

Yang Lielong's blood spear was in his hand and stabbed out suddenly.

"I want to threaten me too? This priest wants to kill your limbs and let you know what the end of deceiving the noble demon clan will be!"

The bald high priest smiled fiercely, formed a mysterious seal with his hands, and then pressed it down suddenly! Driven by invisible force, the rocks behind him flew a little faster.

"The end?"

Yang Lie's gun body suddenly whirled, and a whirring whirring sound came out, and the tip of the gun suddenly swelled up with a silver light of about a foot long, "Is that true?"

Suddenly, the bald high priest's eyes widened to the extreme, and his extremely horrified expression was revealed-

"Smack!"

The rocks could not get close to Yang Lie's body at all. They were several feet away. They were torn by invisible artistic conception and collapsed on the spot, turning into pure heaven and earth energy dissipated.

"How could you break my attack?"

The bald high priest had a shocked expression on his face. He couldn't believe that a martial artist in Juyuan Realm could defeat his middle-handed martial arts!

Yang Lie ignored it, and the gun body rotated at high speed, with bursts of explosions, and it swung heavily like a dragon swinging its tail! The power of the flood broke out and the dragon blood spear rushed towards the chest of the bald high priest with a thousand pounds of force.

"Block it!"

Suddenly, the bald high priest had no time to dodge. A river of starlight appeared on his head, and the extremely condensed inner energy flowed down, blocking his chest.

Unfortunately, all the inner elements were blocked for only a moment and were immediately blown up on the spot!

The arrogant dragon blood spear was like a violent ferocious beast, smashing the bald high priest's inner body to pieces. Then, the gun body slashed his chest heavily!

"Kala!"

Without surprise, the bald high priest's sternum was slashed to pieces on the spot. Even the internal organs were shattered by the gun.

Kill a powerful man in the Vientiane Realm with one shot!

Although the body collapsed, the bald high priest suddenly showed an extremely ecstatic smile: "Haha, it's you! Chang, found it! Kill him! No, capture him alive and return to the demon realm!"

With this inexplicable passage, the bald high priest softened his body and fell to the sky with his back.

"High Priest!"

The strange young man "Beimingchang" and his blood and tears flowed down, and he let out a roar of grief. The high priest grew up with him since childhood and taught him to learn. Compared to his parents, he stayed with him for a longer time!

His eyes twitched, and his cold expression revealed: "Teacher, don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish, bring him back to the demon realm, and take out...the life soul seal!"

He spoke the last three words very low, and Yang Lie could not hear them clearly. However, after a word was heard, an endless sense of violence surged in Bei Mingchang's eyes!

That kind of violence is not entirely because of the murder of relatives, but also because of the anger after being extremely insulted-

Ordinary demons even regard human race as slaves, and he is even more so as a royal race. In ancient times, for the eight royal races, they could kill thousands of human races at will for fun, and there would be no psychological burden at all.

Now, the human teenager who is considered a livestock actually killed his own tribe! And he is also the most beloved high priest!

Bei Mingchang's palm, which was so pale that there was no trace of blood, slowly poked out, and a cold and faint voice spit out: "I want to crush the bones of your body inch by inch, bring you back to the demon realm, and torture you for another hundred years, so that you will be worse than death!"

Under his calm expression, it seemed that there was a volcano that was about to erupt, which could burn people into nothingness at any time.

However, this fierce expression could not scare Yang Lie at all. He shrugged gently, and the dragon blood spear pointed at the high priest's body: "He also said this, but unfortunately, he died."

"Damn it!"

Bei Mingchang's forced calmness was broken, and his angry expression surged wildly, "Then let me help the high priest realize his last wish!"

"Crack!"

A series of stiff freezing sounds sounded, and a layer of coldness was suddenly shrouded within a radius of hundreds of feet. The coldness quickly gathered, condensing all the water vapor, causing ice crystals to appear in the void.

At first glance, the two of them seemed to be wrapped in huge ice cubes, and countless figures reflected on the ridges of countless ice crystals, which were dazzling.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, Beimingchang moved.

He took a light step forward, and countless phantoms rushed forward together, and couldn't tell which one was the attacker.

The Botian clan secretly passed down the martial arts of the Bingyue Art, the Ice Moon Art!

This is an attack-like body technique. It can be used during fierce battles to confuse the enemy to the greatest extent and thus hide the real killer move. Whether the opponent is actively attacking or passive defense, it will fall into calculations.

"phantom?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Yang Lie's mouth, and he murmured: "Play this trick in front of me, it seems that you don't know how to write the word "death".

"Huh! Huh!"

At this time, dozens of "Beimingchang" had already hit the front, less than an inch apart, and Yang Lie still stood still.

Every time the figure comes, fists are flashing, filled with biting murderous intent.

Looking from afar, Yang Lie was about to be blown by a punch.

"Yang Lie!"

Even though he was very confident in him, Luo Shuihan and others couldn't help but exclaim.

On the other hand, when Bei Mingchang saw that Yang Lie was not moving, his expression changed. Immediately, the figures rushing towards Yang Lie burst into pieces with a "puff" sound, like bubbles disappearing without a trace.

"So it's just a phantom!" Yu Baiwei scratched her head.

"How did Young Master Yang see through it?"

Luo Zhanhu was very curious. They were all powerful people in the Wanxiang Realm, so their eyesight was naturally not bad, but they could not recognize the phantoms at all.

"Hmph! You are really gambled. I think you can bear it this time!"

Bei Mingchang thought that Yang Lie had only accidentally hit a lucky fortune, so he didn't care.

In the ice crystal, dozens of Bei Mingchangs moved again. But this time it was different. No one had the same posture as each figure, either punching, kicking, or palm hitting.

Moreover, they came from all directions, covering all angles, making people unable to dodge and can only take action.

But, with so many figures, which one should we focus on?

This is the real viciousness of the "Bingyue" body technique. Once you find the wrong target and use the strongest attack, Bei Mingchang's original deity may suddenly attack!

At this time, the opponent is just when the old power has gone, how can he block the attack that he has been preparing for a long time?

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Dozens of Beimingchang, dozens of "kill" characters were exited at the same time, and dozens of attacks fell at the same time. Yang Lie seemed completely confused, and his movements were a little hesitant.

With just this moment of stagnation, Beimingchang was approaching less than a foot.

At the critical moment, Yang Lie's eyes turned ruthless, he chose a figure in front of him, and the dragon blood gun shot away.

"No! He is just gambling!" Dong Ziyang was shocked. He had the highest cultivation level and could see at a glance that Yang Lie's shot was extremely hasty, which was a complete gambling of luck.

"boom!"

A phantom suddenly accelerated, and the energy in the palm of his palm surged and suddenly rushed towards Yang Lie's heart! This attack was more than ten times the power of the previous one?

"Be careful behind!" Countless screams rang out.

Unfortunately, it was too late—

"Bang!"

Yang Lie was slapped firmly by this palm, and withstood all the attack power without any omission.

At this moment, countless people exclaimed, and even the eyes of those close to each other were bloodshot!

However, when Bei Mingchang slapped his palm, not only did he show a slight pride on his face, but instead a hint of shock floated—

"puff!"

It was like a phantom in the mirror, "Yang Lie" under Bei Mingchang's palm shattered on the spot and disappeared silently into the void.

However, a spear carried the momentum falling from the nine heavens, and pierced the heart of Bei Mingchang like a tear-breaking sky and earth.

"Yang Lie! It's Yang Lie!"

"Good boy, what I just did turned out to be a phantom!"

Yang Lie has long mastered the artistic conception of the illusion body. Although the demon soul clone has not been taken back for the time being, it is not difficult to simulate a phantom in a short time based on his body skills.

But no one expected that Bei Mingchang wanted to use the phantom attack to destroy Yang Lie. As a result, Yang Lie used his own way to cure him, and also used the phantom, but blinded him!

"No! Impossible!"

Bei Mingchang roared in disbelief. The most difficult thing for Yang Lie to do this was to see through his phantom! He couldn't figure out where he revealed his flaws.

"There is nothing impossible! I win, you die, it's that simple."

Yang Lie's eyes were fierce, and he was merciless in his shot, and he wanted to kill him with one shot.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Bei Mingchang let out an angry roar, and a half-hazy phantom suddenly stepped out of him. The phantom was vague and unpredictable, and it could be seen that it was a man with a 70-80-eight-slight similarity to him.
To be continued...