Evil Tattoo: The Ten Great Yama Tattoos at the Beginning

As the iron-blooded demonic bone fan took shape, the surrounding demonic energy was extremely strong, and the demonic flames set ablaze, and fires broke out everywhere.

Soon, the ferocious and terrifying image of Zhong Kui emerged from the rising demonic flames.

The leopard has a head with ringed eyes, an iron face and a beard, and its whole body is surrounded by magic flames.

Zhong Kui's eyes locked tightly on Yang Jing's eyes, and his cold gaze gave Yang Jing a creepy feeling.

Lin Yuan used his fan as a knife and sharply slashed the iron-blooded demon bone fan upwards.

The demonic flames came with a Gangfeng slash, and Yang Jing's expression suddenly changed. He quickly dodged and barely avoided Lin Yuan's attack.

The strong wind struck by the iron-blooded demon's bone fan left a ravine more than ten meters long on the ground.

Yang Jing's brows furrowed deeply. Everyone was a master. He felt the pressure brought by Lin Yuan.

Not easy to deal with!

Lin Yuan gave him a feeling of being extremely difficult to deal with.

"Let's start together."

"Either he dies today or we die. No matter what, he must be killed." Yang Jing shouted towards the Eighteen Arhats.

Since he himself was no match for Lin Yuan, he could only join forces with the Eighteen Arhats to try to defeat Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan and Yang Jing are both top masters among human destiny masters. After the Eighteen Arhats joined forces to form a large formation, they were qualified to fight against Lin Yuan.

Yang Jing and the Eighteen Arhats attacked Lin Yuan one after another.

Lin Yuan fought one against two, no, or rather one against nineteen, without losing the slightest bit.

Faced with attacks from both front and back, Lin Yuan held the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand and showed no fear at all.

With a wave of the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand, a huge tornado was formed with him as the center. The tornado swept all the way, getting bigger and bigger, emitting a scalp-numbing whistling sound.

Facing the tornado that swept through them, whether it was Yang Jing or the Eighteen Arhats, they all subconsciously made defensive postures.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, is taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

Lin Yuan hid in the eye of the tornado. When the tornado swept past Yang Jing, the magic flames on the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand surged, and he used the fan as a knife to cut into Yang Jing's chest.

If this attack were carried out, Yang Jing would be able to disembowel him in one blow.

It's too late, it's too soon.

At this critical moment, Yang Jing, with quick eyes and quick hands, held the three-pointed two-edged sword in front of his chest, barely blocking the blow.

"when!"

There was a sound of metal and iron clashing, and the iron-blooded demonic bone fan hit the three-pointed two-edged sword, causing sparks to pop out.

The handle of the three-pointed two-edged sword had several gaps made by the iron-blooded demon bone fan.

It should be said that this three-pointed two-edged sword suffered a lot from following Yang Jing.

He had just been bent and straightened by Lin Yuan, and now he was hit with several more holes.

"Lin Yuan, you are nothing more than that!"

After blocking Lin Yuan's blow, Yang Jing was inevitably a little proud.

However, the facts will soon tell him that he was too proud.

"Stupid."

"Stupid, stunned."

There was a crisp sound one after another, and then, one saw the sharp spikes popping out of the fan bone.

The spike popped out and pierced directly into Yang Jing's chest.

As the bone of the Iron-Blooded Demonic Bone Fan penetrated into Yang Jing's body, blood spurted out in an instant.

"what!"

Yang Jing let out a scream, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Lin Yuan was unreasonable and took advantage of Yang Jing's injury to attack fiercely with the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand.

"when!"

"Dang! Dang!"

Lin Yuan attacked fiercely one after another, and Yang Jingcang resisted in panic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Eighteen Arhats on the side quickly cut into the battlefield from the side, hoping to relieve the pressure on Yang Jing.

Now, they and Yang Jing are both prosperous and devastated. If Yang Jing is defeated by Lin Yuan, they will not get any benefit.

The golden Buddha composed of eighteen Arhats chanted the Buddha's voice. Under the Buddha's voice, they swung out their palms one after another, and the huge Buddha's palm prints were slapped towards Lin Yuan like a whack-a-mole.

Dozens of golden Buddha palm prints came one after another. Lin Yuan was not afraid at all. He waved the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand, and fan-shaped winds collided with the golden Buddha palms.

The Eighteen Arhats helped Yang Jing catch Lin Yuan's fierce frontal attack, and Yang Jing also took a slight breath of relief.

After regaining his breath, Yang Jing launched another attack on Lin Yuan from behind.

At this time, Lin Yuan's strength was slightly better than Yang Jing's, but Yang Jing also had an Arhat as a helper.

As the battle entered a fever pitch, both sides were showing real fire at this moment.

However, the longer the battle lasts, it will be extremely disadvantageous for Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

Because when they fight, they are always at risk of demonic energy entering their brains.

The longer the fight lasts, the greater the risks they take.

.......

.......

The other side of the battle.

The battle between Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng has also reached a fever pitch. Although they are members of the same family, they are merciless in their actions.

Zhang Zhen waved the Wind and Thunder Wings, and Zhang Peng stepped on the Hot Wheels.

One of them was covered in lightning, and the other was surrounded by fire.

The strength of the two of them is much inferior to Lin Yuan and Yang Jing, and their endurance is naturally far inferior to Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

At this time, the energy in both of their bodies had been almost exhausted.

Except for the instinctive body-protecting energy, the two of them were no longer able to perform energy attacks.

The current attack methods of the two are also very primitive. You shoot me and I hit you with a stick.

"You bastard, try shooting me again." Zhang Zhen said weakly.

As soon as Zhang Zhen finished speaking, Zhang Peng stabbed him in the shoulder with a shot, and blood spurted out.

"Guisun, you try hitting me with a stick again." Zhang Peng shouted unconvinced.

As soon as Zhang Peng finished speaking, Zhang Zhen hit him on the head with a stick, causing blood to flow from his head.

That is to say, both of them are almost exhausted now, and they don't have much strength now.

Otherwise, Zhang Peng's shot could pierce Zhang Zhen's heart, and Zhang Zhen's stick could also break Zhang Peng's head.

The strength and energy of the two of them were almost exhausted now. This desperate fight between masters turned them into a fight between gangsters on the street.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng's turn-based game gradually became unsustainable.

Because, not only had the energy in their bodies been exhausted, but their physical strength had also been exhausted.

Their current state can be described in one sentence.

That is, I feel like my body has been hollowed out!

"Chick."

"Chick."

There were two sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in succession. Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng fell from the air almost at the same time, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Both of them were lying on their backs on the ground, unable to even move their fingers.

"Grandson, it's really hard for you to die!" Zhang Zhen said weakly.

Zhang Peng also responded angrily: "The same goes for you, let's talk to each other!"

"Hoo! Hoo!" Zhang Peng gasped for breath. After a long time of calming down, he asked the next sentence: "You are definitely not Yang Dingguo. Who are you?"

"It's hard to say whether we both can survive after getting hit like this."

"Now, you can always tell me your true identity, right?"

After hearing Zhang Peng's question, Zhang Zhen grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said weakly: "I am you."

Zhang Peng: "????"

Obviously, as a southerner, Zhang Peng did not understand what Zhang Zhen meant.

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.......

Nearly half an hour has passed since the interception by the King of Conspiracy Party.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng had been completely defeated and lay on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

On the other side, Yang Dingguo's guards also fought with other members of the King's Conspiracy Party, causing both sides to lose.

Of course, since Yang Dingguo was well disguised, he was still safe.

As of now, the only battlefield still in a state of intense fighting is the battlefield between Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

On the battlefield here, the Eighteen Arhats could no longer hold on.

The true form of the Golden Buddha of the Eighteen Arhats has been shattered by Lin Yuan. Among the Eighteen Arhats, 11 have been killed by Lin Yuan, and the remaining seven are all injured now.

"Yang Jing, can you do it?"

"If this continues, all of our brothers will die!" The big bald man codenamed "Jianglong" roared, and a fist-sized hole was torn in his abdomen.

The remaining seven looked even worse than him, each one covered in blood, they looked like bloody men.

However, Yang Jing remained unmoved in the face of the cry of "subdue the dragon".

At this time, Yang Jing's eyes were as red as blood, and demonic energy was rising all over his body, and he was clearly possessed by a demon.

Looking at Lin Yuan aside, although his situation was slightly better than that of Yang Jing, he was still on the verge of becoming possessed.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!" Seeing Yang Jing completely possessed, Lin Yuan couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream.

Great, simply great!

If Yang Jingruo is not completely possessed, he is still half-human and half-demon, and Lin Yuan is not easy to deal with him yet.

Now that he is completely possessed, Lin Yuan can show off his talents.

"Enchanted!"

"Yang Jing, you will definitely die today." After saying these words, Lin Yuan slowly said: "Zhong Kui kills the demon."

After finishing his words, Lin Yuan slowly raised his hand, and the iron-blooded demonic bone fan condensed endless blazing demonic flames.

Fan, the storm rises.

Strong winds, magic flames.

The hunting wind will blow Lin Yuan's hair, and the endless magic flames will reflect Zhong Kui's Dharma.

The endless blazing demon flames on the iron-blooded demon bone fan began to transform into a brand-new power of rules.

Kill the demon.

The demonic flame turned into a fan-shaped aura and slashed towards Yang Jing. The aura contained the power of the rules of "killing demons".

Yang Jing, who was in a possessed state, raised the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand to resist. However, the Gang Qi passed by and the three-pointed two-edged sword was cut into two pieces.

Apart from the three-pointed two-edged sword, Yang Jing was also cut into two pieces.

Yang Jing was also forcibly split in half from the middle, and a blood mist as black as ink exploded.

Yang Jing's body fell to the ground with a crash. At this moment, Lin Yuan was also suffering from the backlash of the demonic energy.

Holding back the backlash of the demonic energy, Lin Yuan wanted to completely burn Yang Jing's body to ashes.

However, at this moment, a red cloud broke through the void, wrapped around Yang Jing's body, and disappeared directly from the place.

Lin Yuan wanted to chase, but staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The demonic energy entered his brain and he was unable to pursue it.