Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

In fact, these two Nether Tribe monks were preparing to use mental power spells, intending to use a joint killing move to instantly destroy Ye Junlin's mind from a distance.

This move is unavoidable and is far stronger than using magic attacks.

"It's now!"

The two Nether Tribe monks shouted in unison, releasing invisible spiritual power from their foreheads, which then intertwined into a terrifying spiritual power storm that swept away at lightning speed.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems that nothing happened, but as everyone knows, this crisis is far worse than the previous one!

Facing two mental power monks who have reached the 69th level of mental power, the mental power storm jointly displayed by them, even the newly promoted Immortal Lord-level powerhouses are afraid of being caught, but at this moment they are used to deal with a mere immortal, it is like... Killing a chicken with a bull's-eye is ridiculous.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, a mental storm hit Ye Junlin's mind.

"Ok?"

Ye Junlin frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

When he looked at it again, there was a strange meaning in his eyes.

"Are these two people specially sent to make fun of you?"

Within his field of vision, the two Netherworld monks had their eyes closed and were doing eye exercises with evil smiles on their faces. However, the next second, they seemed to have lost their souls, their expressions became dull and stiff, and their eyes were empty. God, drooling from the corner of his mouth, kept chanting: "Abba, Abba, Abba..."

Anyone who saw it would find it incredible.

Everything is fine, why are there two more idiots?

孽 孽!

At this time, Ye Junlin seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly became alert, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was full of caution:

"Could it be that you want to laugh me to death so that you can inherit my system?"

Well, maybe it’s possible!

"What's going on? Is this a mistake!?" Ming Wanjun, who was paying close attention, was stunned when he saw this scene.

He could not use words to describe his inner shock at the two adjutants' weak display.

There is only one possibility, and that is that the mental power is severely backlashed.

Thinking of this, Ming Wanjun's heart was shaken, and he stared at Ye Junlin in disbelief.

Could it be that this person's mental power is far higher than level 69?

Was there any mistake? This is too exaggerated! !

Obviously, the backlash in the mental power of the two Nether Tribe monks was all caused by taking the initiative to attack Ye Junlin.

Although they have 69th level mental power, the mental power storm they unleash can even shake the [-]th level.

But the problem is that in the face of Ye Junlin's hundred-level mental power, it is like throwing an egg at a stone and destroying himself!

Speaking of which, they actually noticed something was wrong when they entered Ye Junlin's sea of ​​consciousness. Unfortunately, it was already overturned. The storm of mental power that they were proud of and full of confidence was instantly reduced to nothing in front of the terrifying mental barrier!

Then, all the mental power collapsed at the first touch, and the originally intact sanity was shattered to pieces. The two mental power monks turned into confused and stupid people.

As for Ye Junlin, who was the target, he had no idea about the mental attack just now.

It's too small, I can't feel it...

at this time.

Ming Wanjun's mood was extremely bad for the loss of his two beloved generals. He could not accept the fact of defeat. He raised the black dragon halberd in his hand high and looked up to the sky and roared:

"Everyone must gather all our strength to help me kill the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the [-] Nether Clan soldiers once again changed their battle formations. The energy released was like countless streams flowing into the sea, and was poured into the black dragon halberd.

In an instant.

The black dragon halberd was trembling violently, releasing a destructive and violent aura. At this moment, the black dragon pattern hovering on the halberd's body had a fierce glow in its blood-red eyes, as if it was about to come to life completely.

With a rumble, a black dragon formed by the convergence of countless energies appeared. A black dragon so huge that it could cover the sky and the sun opened its teeth and claws, and roared.

Roar!

The dragon's roar was extremely high-pitched, resounding through the sky for thousands of miles, making countless people's hearts tremble and feel suffocated.

"This is my ultimate stunt, I don't believe you can hold it!" Ming Wanjun said angrily, holding a halberd and slashing away.

In an instant, the black dragon rushed out invincibly, carrying overwhelming evil energy. With the blessing of tens of thousands of true immortals, the energy body was condensed like never before, and its power reached its peak.

"Haha, let's try it."

Ye Junlin raised his hand and made a move. After holding the hilt of the sword with his five fingers, a blazing light like a small sun burst out. The sword made a crisp sword sound that resounded throughout the world.

He was holding the Cangyuan Sword, his silver-white hair was dancing wildly, and his handsome face was calm and calm, and he handed out a sword to the black dragon.

Swish! !

Hong Lie's golden sword light reached the sky and the earth, falling on the black dragon at an incredible speed.

The scene was like the scorching sun melting ice and snow. The black dragon, which could destroy the world, howled under the light of the sword, and the entire huge dragon body was quickly annihilated.

"Ah..." The aftermath of the surging energy rushed over. Ming Wanjun, who was the first to bear the brunt, screamed in pain. Blood flowers bloomed all over his body, and he flew backwards. The [-] Ming soldiers were struck by lightning. Most of them exploded into blood mist, their numbers dropped sharply, and wailing sounds spread everywhere.

What a coincidence, Ye Junlin killed 660 immortals with just one sword strike!

This operation can be said to be 666 sixty-six!

Seeing this terrifying scene and that peerless figure, everyone present was greatly shocked, their mouths became O-shaped, and they stared in confusion.

At this moment, they had a more intuitive and clear concept of the title of the white-haired killing god.

Ancestor Tianhong looked dull and stood there like a piece of wood.

In my mind, I remembered the vow I made at the beginning.

If this wave can still be overturned, he will eat the tablet dedicated to the ancestor!

So, is he eating now or not?

A little confused...

After a brief silence, excited shouts erupted outside the venue.

"Senior Ye is so powerful! He is simply invincible!"

"Destroying tens of thousands of immortals with one sword, what a shocking achievement is this?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck ah!"

The monks almost lost control of their emotions and shouted excitedly. Everything that had just happened was deeply imprinted in their minds and would never be forgotten.

I believe that even after a few years, future generations will talk about it with relish and their faces will be full of awe.

Ming Wanjun's body was covered with scars, and he was holding a broken halberd on the ground with difficulty. His heart seemed to be bleeding, and his eyes were filled with horror.

This time I really lost my wife and lost my troops!

He had thought that the Immortal Lord Level Immortal Weapon would be very powerful, but unexpectedly he still greatly underestimated its power.

The most important thing is, is this guy really an immortal?

Whose immortal is so durable?

Can you activate the Immortal Lord-level immortal weapon to this extent?

Monster, this is a monster!

Ming Wanjun's scalp was numb, and he regretted why he came here. Just when he was thinking about retreating, new movement came from the star gate deep in the forbidden area...