Chapter 2237

Ye QingHan's proposal, the evil soul was not interested, but said coldly, "since you are against me, I want you to see how your crazy sect is extinct, let you experience my taste now and understand why I appear in this world!"

In a word, it hit the soft rib of Ye QingHan.

Ye QingHan's soul runs to the peak. Looking at the devil formed by the evil soul in the sea, he knows that it takes a long process to refine and integrate it. It's a pity that human beings don't give him this time.

"Da ~ Sheng..."

Ye QingHan roared and broke the Star River, so that the saints and great saints who fought hard couldn't help stopping the attack and retreated one after another, forming a tit for tat between the two factions.

The strange voice, full of disdain and ridicule in the tone, made the hostile saints creepy.

"Kill as much as you like! Ye QingHan can't live, and no one will avenge them! The more crazy people who kill, I may spare him from dying!"

Closely following, ye QingHan spit out a voice that doesn't belong to him. It seeps and makes people panic. The voice is like cold ice stabbing into the bone marrow, like the sharp holy soldier cutting into the skin, which makes people tremble uncontrollably.

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At the moment, Sanskrit's killing heart is more firm. Ye QingHan is now the best container. If he doesn't take the opportunity to destroy it, mankind is simply suicidal!

Boom!!

WOW!!

The immortal patterns on the seal of immortality soared into the sky and shocked nine days and ten places. Although they are not great saints, they are already full of great saints, and their lethality even exceeds that of great saints!

The hesitant emperor and Saint also had a killing intention, and fraternity and Saint could not change his will!

The breath of destroying the holy finger is diffuse. The emperor, the most holy person and the great sage all over the sky begin to condense the destroying the holy finger. This war will be the last war. The winner will survive and the loser will perish!

"Get out of the way! Can't you see? Ye QingHan can't destroy the evil soul!" Sanskrit glared at Jiang Jingtian and others and said in a deep voice.

Jiang Jingtian glared with a gun and replied coldly, "so what? Without him, you would be dead! Besides, he hasn't lost now. I'm willing to bet. Even if he loses, I don't want to be a shameless villain like you!"

"Obsessed, don't realize! Kill!" the great saint roared angrily.

Chant————————

Boom!!!

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the smoke quietly appeared behind a saint's mansion master who was preparing to start. The short dagger directly pierced his head and struck him on the back with the palm of his left hand.

"Ah -- -- stillness..." the mansion master ran into the distance and screamed. Before he could finish a word, he was wrapped in stillness. He didn't have the good luck of Ye QingHan. He survived with stillness.

Bang!!

The house Lord's body disappeared, and his soul was swallowed up by silence!

In the twinkling of an eye, yanyunbei's successful hand immediately disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

This attack indicates that Jihad broke out again and there is no possibility of peace.

"Destroy Saint means..."

The great saint of heaven points to destroy the saint, shatters the void, and kills the solitary light feather not far in front of Ye QingHan. It is unstoppable, and points to shatter the void.

Chant————————

Gu Leng's Kendo kills Tong Tian Da Sheng with an immortal momentum, and other crazy sect saints kill from all directions, hoping to stop Tong Tian Da Sheng!

Boom!!!

At this time, a figure was faster than Gu Qingyu and others. It was ye QingHan. The earth was shattered by him, his body moved, the five elements riots, and one punch, such as the migration of the sun and the moon, the aging of the years, and the disorder of time and space. One punch broke the second finger of the saint's finger, followed by the momentum, and blasted on the eight trigrams shield in front of the great saint.

Bang!!

Ka Ka!!

The eight trigrams shield is broken. It is like a thunderbolt to the head of the great saint of heaven. It is like a war fairy coming down and looking down at the saints!

"Great saint! You'll die if you provoke me!"

Boom!!!

Ye QingHan was killing everywhere. This momentum shocked the Tong Tian pupil, and there was no intention of war, as if waiting for death.

Unfortunately, the evil soul didn't cooperate. At this critical moment, he madly attacked ye QingHan's soul, forcibly squeezed it and robbed ye QingHan of control over his body.

Whew————————

At this time, the great saint of Tongtian suddenly got up, and his figure suddenly retreated three thousand miles. He looked at ye QingHan with a creepy face.

Ye QingHan saw that he had no chance to kill the great saint of heaven. Taking advantage of the situation, he combined the power of evil soul and tore up the balance of time and space. However, he did not choose to leave the eternal world. Instead, he broke free from the shackles of time, braved the wind and waves, ran against the current of time and rushed half a day ago!

WOW!!

Everything is broken, everything has become vanity! The saints are broken.

Ye QingHan exhausted his only chance to break the void. This time, he disrupted the balance of time and space, and the world consciousness will adjust itself. Time and space are more stable. If he wants to leave the big world, he must step into the immortal fairyland.

Whew————————

In half a day, the saints seemed to be pulled backward by an order, with a frightened face.

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As soon as the scene changed, ye QingHan did his best. Time didn't go back too far, but returned to the time when the evil soul just appeared in the Panlong secret territory.

The great saint was still so consistent. Ye QingHan's body trembled and his soul returned. At least time gave him another chance.

This time, ye QingHan didn't do anything. He looked coldly at the evil soul blowing away the great saints. The emperor and the Holy One and the great saint of heaven were smashed and flew dozens of times.

Ye QingHan secretly sends a message to Lin Wutian and Jin leilong Peng, asking them to preserve their strength and not fight against evil souls.

It is also a tiring job to consume the power of other great saints and ensure that the great saints cannot be swallowed up by evil souls to avoid enhancing the strength of evil souls.

Ye QingHan's eyes are fixed on the battlefield. The situation is becoming more and more urgent. This is his only chance to break the balance of time and space in a thousand years. If he wastes it, he will die.

Sanskrit blocked the escape route of the evil soul. While staring at the battlefield, she looked for ye QingHan. Ye QingHan didn't do anything. Her misunderstanding of him further deepened. The two people entered the point of eternal disaster, and it was impossible to reconcile from then on.

Ye QingHan's heartache is that Sanskrit Yin is so determined to fight for himself. It's unforgivable whether it's for the common people or for himself!

Boom————————

The evil soul punched through the defense of the great sage and almost killed him. Ye QingHan hasn't done it yet, and Sanskrit is even more angry.

Chant————————

Whew!!

Lin wudian chopped with a sword, and the evil soul forced by the majestic sword had to avoid the edge for the time being.

That's it. Lin Wutian and Jin leilong Peng kept remedying, only saving but not attacking. They fought for dozens of days. Ye QingHan seemed to disappear and stood motionless in the different space.

How many people cursed ye QingHan, and even those saints who were willing to help Kuangzong at the beginning felt cold. They felt that ye QingHan really didn't care about ordinary people. He could give up everything for himself and victory.

Three months later, all the great saints were exhausted and unable to fight again. Ye QingHan officially entered the battle circle, emptied his defense, directly let the evil soul rush into his sea of knowledge, displayed the five element Golden Bell mask of Xianmen, imprisoned the evil soul in his own body, and the immortal patterns on his body surface bloomed, and even a trace of resentment could not rush out.