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Chapter 8912 Jiang Fusheng

"Brother Ye Chen, you can break the dimensional wall, such a supernatural power, I'm afraid even the ancient Emperor Yuhuang can't compare."

Hearing Jiang Mingxin's praise, Ye Chen smiled, and was about to say something when his heart suddenly tightened, and his muscles tensed involuntarily.

This feeling is like a keen beast, aware of the approaching danger.

At this moment, Ye Chen also caught an extremely dangerous aura in his heart, which was constantly approaching.

Jiang Mingxin also felt that dangerous breath, and his smile froze immediately.

The strong men of the Jiang family around them, their nerves that had just been relaxed, tensed up again, and their eyes looked into the depths of the mist.

Step, step, step.

In the mist, there was a sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

I saw a blood-colored figure walking out of the mist.

It was a huge battle spirit with a height of several feet. His physique was majestic, his muscles exploded, his whole body was surrounded by bloody chains of hostility and resentment, his hair was loose, his face was ferocious like a Shura, and his eyes were like sun and moon. Depressed breath.

"Old... old ancestor?"

Jiang Mingxin looked at this war spirit and was completely stunned.

Because the appearance of that battle spirit is exactly the same as Jiang Fusheng, the ancestor of the Jiang family.

To be precise, this battle spirit is Jiang Fusheng.

"Ants, dare to invade my territory, damn it!"

A ferocious light shot out of Jiang Fusheng's eyes, and his whole body was bursting with rage, as if he had lost his mind.

He shot out suddenly, and he slapped Jiang Mingxin with his palm.

This palm is powerful and heavy, like the Immortal Emperor's wrath, extremely mighty.

Jiang Ming was terrified and couldn't resist at all.

"careful!"

Seeing this, Ye Chen also slapped out with a palm. The energy of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vessel gathered in the palm, and thunder was brewing, and he ruthlessly collided with Jiang Fusheng's palm.

bang.

The palms of the two collided, and there was a shock wave immediately. They each took two steps back, but they were evenly matched.

"Your family's ancestors were riddled with hostility and lost their minds."

Ye Chen stared at Jiang Fusheng and felt that he had lost his mind.

Presumably, he was in the fantasy world, fighting with the undead for many years, and he himself was tortured by sin and karma. He was full of hostility, unable to extricate himself, and even wanted to kill his descendants.

"Boy, who do you think has lost its mind? I want to die!"

Jiang Fusheng was furious, and he waved the bloody chains all over his body, like the wrath of God's punishment, and slapped Ye Chen fiercely.

Ye Chen circulated the Lingfeng Divine Vessel and the Wind of Morning Sun, with aura added to his body, he dodged Jiang Fusheng's attack like a ray of breeze.

The moment he dodged the attack, Ye Chen immediately counterattacked.

"Lei Fa, Thousand Birds Flying Sword Flow!"

The spiritual energy of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vessel exploded, and the purple lightning lights gathered into a torrent of lightning and flying swords, and then burst out like a thousand birds singing together. The momentum was rolling, and they slashed towards Jiang Fusheng fiercely.

"Small tricks, big tricks that transform the sky, break it for me!"

Jiang Fusheng snorted, unmoved, he pushed his palm forward, and a terrible dark air burst out from his palm.

This dark air current has an extremely terrifying aura, as if it can melt everything.

The torrent of thunder and lightning flying sword that Ye Chen swung out was melted by Jiang Fusheng in just a moment, and the thousand birds wailed and turned into nothingness.

"Is this... Heaven Transformation Dafa?"

Seeing Jiang Fusheng's supernatural powers, Ye Chen's pupils contracted immediately, and he also felt extremely terrifying energy fluctuations.

The supernatural power that Jiang Fusheng used was the Heaven Transformation Dafa.

The legendary Heaven Transformation Dafa is a magical skill created by Emperor Yuantian himself. It can melt all things, refine all things, and even defuse all enemy attacks. It is very powerful.

Ye Chen saw that his Thousand Birds Flying Sword Flow was melted in an instant, and he also deeply felt the power of this Heaven Transformation Dafa.

"Ant, I want to melt your body and soul into nothingness!"

Jiang Fusheng strode out, and pressed his palm fiercely on the top of Ye Chen's head. The palm was filled with energy fluctuations of the Heaven Transformation Dafa, which was very terrifying.

"Longyan Shenmai, Yanlong Fist, break!"

Ye Chen clenched his fists tightly, the energy of the flame tablet swelled, and the Dragon Flame Divine Vessel was opened, and a flame dragon emerged from his fist, even containing a bit of the power of the Dragon Fate Star, and blasted fiercely at Jiang Fusheng.

"Hahaha, don't you give up yet?"

Jiang Fusheng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, still performing the great method of transforming the sky, surrounded by dark airflow all over his body, dispelling all the punches that Ye Chen bombarded.

Ye Chen's dragon fist was powerful enough to blast through the starry sky, and this punch obviously hit Jiang Fusheng's body, but it seemed to hit cotton, and it was light and unaffected.

Under the influence of Huatian Dafa, all of Ye Chen's punches were actually melted away, and they couldn't hurt Jiang Fusheng at all.

"interesting."

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he used the Nine Swords of Zhantian, the Divine Elephant Crashing the Sky, the Dragon Fighting Spear, the Sacred Book and other methods, but none of them were of any use.

Jiang Fusheng's Heaven Transformation Dafa seemed to be able to dissolve everything. Even if Ye Chen wanted to use the sacred book to purify him and restore his sanity, he couldn't do it at all.

Because all the supernatural means, once they come into contact with Jiang Fusheng, they will be melted away by him.

Jiang Mingxin and many Jiang family powerhouses were shocked when they saw Ye Chen and Jiang Fusheng fighting fiercely, and saw the power of Huatian Dafa.

"The old ancestor is so powerful, this is too bad, brother Ye Chen can't beat him."

Jiang Ming's heart was burning with anxiety. Although Jiang Fusheng had fallen and only one battle spirit was left, the cultivation base of this battle spirit was not comparable to that of Ye Chen.

(End of this chapter)