Cover the sky

His eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't say a word. He knew that the position of the Holy Son was over, and even his life would probably be lost. Although he wished to kill Ye Fan, he could only think about it and gritted his teeth.

"stop!"

A total of eighteen holy sons followed, some of them shouted loudly, each sacrificed their magic weapons and came forward, one of them shook a purple jade bell, and a purple phoenix flew out to kill him.

Ye Fan pointed like a knife, and poked into the sky, with a soft puff sound, the purple phoenix disappeared in ashes, and then he slapped continuously, all eight magic weapons burst, turning into eight streamers of light and disappearing into the air.

Silently, a tall figure flew from the mountains in the distance, stretched out a big hand and slashed down.

"boom!"

Laws are intertwined, Dao power is turbulent, covering the sky with one hand, and the cliff below, "Bang, bang, bang!" kept ringing, and all eight buildings in a row collapsed.

The big hand was as black as ink, covering the sky like a dark cloud, covering Ye Fan below, and the ground below sank more than ten feet, artificially collapsed, and became a deep valley.

"Rumble rumble..."

The rocks pierced through the air, and the eighteen outstanding figures all retreated immediately, for fear of being involved, this was a powerful move.

Ye Fan jumped 5000 feet with the Son of Yin-Yang, and crossed another [-] meters. A few flashes appeared in the distant sky, and he saw an old man in Tsing Yi, who was a top master of Yin-Yang Sect.

"Put him down." The mighty man said calmly, standing on the mountain peak, with the breeze blowing, his long clothes fluttering.

He knew that Shengzi participated in this operation, and he nodded in agreement. He wanted to use this to attract Ye Fan, but what he never expected was that he was trampled to the ground by Donghuang, the evildoer, after only one meeting.

This is a disgrace to the Yin-Yang Sect. The Holy Son is the hope of the future, but he was vulnerable in front of Ye Fan and stepped on half to death. This is tantamount to slapping them in the face.

"You let me release it if you say so?" Ye Fan lifted the prisoner upside down and let him fall head to foot, as if he was carrying a dead fish.

"you……"

"This is……"

"Ye Fan, you can't kill without nodding your head, you've gone too far!"

In Siye, some figures appeared one after another. Seeing this scene, all of them changed their colors. The Holy Son represented a kind of face of the Yin-Yang Sect, being treated like a chicken or duck, which was a kind of ruthless mockery and contempt for the Sect.

"Let him go, or in the future, my teacher will beat you to three souls and seven souls, keep the sea eye forever, and refine it for a thousand years!"

"Ye Zhetian, don't overdo things!"

Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard these words, and said: "You guys chased me all over the world, do you still have the face to say such things, is it worth saying, and will I do it?!"

"It's a pity that you are a sacred body. It's hard to get out in thousands of lives. I don't want to kill the genius." The terrific figure of the Yin-Yang Sect walked forward slowly, and said: "Take refuge in my Sect, so that you will not die and become a Yangzi. All grievances are gone."

"Yangzi...is he enslaved by you?" Ye Fan smiled at that time, the Yinnv and Yangzi who should be taught are both ruthless killing machines, driven by human slavery.Up to now, the other party is still looking down at him like this, and saying such words, it really doesn't treat him as a vegetable at all.

"Let go of the Holy Son, otherwise you know, the divine fortune teller is born, and you can calculate everything in the world, and you can deduce everything, and you have no way out."

"The master of the fortune teller, I will definitely look for him." Ye Fan stepped back.

"Let go of the holy son, and protect your body and mind from death, and become the protector Yangzi." A group of people came from all over the world and appeared on various mountain peaks.

"Is it a gift for me to be the Yangzi of your religion?" Ye Fan lifted up the Yangzi of the Yin-Yang Sect, and then threw it violently at them.

Someone tried to move forward, but the Son of Yin Yang yelled, he was torn apart halfway, burned blazingly, and then turned into flying ashes.

Ye Fan shot Yin Yang Shengzi in front of these people, turned around and left, rushing to the sky.

"Chase!"

A Supreme Elder yelled and was furious, and another Holy Son was killed, and they were all shot by the same person. Needless to say, it would become a laughing stock and spread throughout the major religions.

This is too embarrassing, the two previous sons were killed by Ye Fan, is there anything more embarrassing than this?Nothing like this has happened in nearly a hundred years.

"Haha..." Ye Fan laughed loudly and said, "I look forward to your choosing a third son!"

"Chase, don't let him run away!" A half-step power ordered, a junior would dare to talk to them like this, but now this little evildoer has repeatedly provoked them.

"There's no need to chase after him, he has been laid down for thousands of miles, this time he can't escape with his wings," said the old man in Tsing Yi from the Yin Yang Sect.

Ye Fan flew into the distant sky, only to see that the sky was gray, endless mist flowed, and the yin and yang qi blended, blocking the four directions.

"A pattern is imprinted on the mountains and rivers!"

He was startled, this is not an ordinary pattern, otherwise it would never be so vast, covering hundreds of miles around.

"Ye Zhetian!"

Someone yelled not far away, and eighteen masters from the Qishi Mansion appeared not far away, one of them yelled loudly, and led everyone to rush forward together.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention when dealing with the Yin-Yang Shengzi, but now he finally found a monstrous figure wearing loose clothes to cover his short body.

This is a child of eight or nine years old, white and tender, with bright eyes, it is strange to stand with those young people, he is too young.

This is the youngest evildoer in the Qishi mansion, but at the age of nine, he has reached the secret realm of transforming dragons. When he entered the mansion, he shocked a group of elders.

"You want to kill me too?" Ye Fan laughed.

"Don't laugh!" The nine-year-old boy was very domineering, and his expression turned cold.

"The temper is not small." Ye Fan laughed loudly.

"I said, you are not allowed to laugh, or I will suppress you, my lord!" The nine-year-old boy was quite arrogant, and pointed at Ye Fan.

"It's just a little kid, go home and nurse, I don't have time to coax the baby." Ye Fan's mouth was a bit poisonous.

Next to him, the other 17 people also almost laughed out loud, but they all held back. They knew very well that this child had a scary background and dared not offend him.

"You dare to disrespect me to the holy body, come here and kowtow to make amends, forgive you!" shouted the nine-year-old boy Wang Chong, standing on a rock with his head held high.

Ye Fan had never seen such a domineering child before, and he was taken aback on the spot. This boy was even more arrogant than the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, and even more arrogant than Xia Jiuyou.

"Little brat, your adults really spoiled you. Today I will discipline you for them and slap your butt into sixteen petals."

"Ye Zhetian, you can't survive, you have angered me, no one in this world can save you!" the young Wang Chong said coldly, his ruthless expression didn't match his age.

He jumped hundreds of feet and rushed to the sky. When the others saw that he was going to make a move, they all hid aside, fearful in their hearts.

Wang Chong squeezed the dragon seal with both hands, and like a real dragon, he let out a dragon chant that resounded through the sky. Nine green dragons actually emerged, shaking their heads and tails, and rushed towards Ye Fan ferociously.

"Bang!", "Bang!"...

Ye Fan slapped nine palms, each palm was golden, and the golden blood was surging, like an ancient volcano erupting, making everyone else change color.

However, the nine golden handprints in the void did not scatter the nine-headed dragon. The cyan dragon scales flickered, and the dragon's body was powerful, rolling down like a great wall of steel.

"call……"