Chapter 520

Ye Ziheng rushed to the leader of the cult, raised the sword and tried to kill him with a sword. But the leader of the cult saw this scene, but he was not afraid at all, but showed a strange smile on his face.

For a moment, ye Ziheng's brain was running rapidly, and countless conjectures were formed in his mind. Although he didn't know what the leader wanted to do, ye Ziheng's intuition told him that it was better to avoid this guy now.

"Everyone! Step back now! "

Ye Ziheng immediately shouted to several disciples who were close to the leader of the cult for fear that they would be affected.

But the leader of the cult listened, but he said with a smile.

"Running now, late!"

With that, he saw that the body of the martial artist of the cult suddenly exploded, and a Black Mist rushed out of his body and flew towards ye Ziheng.

When ye Ziheng saw this, he immediately made a response, but unfortunately, no matter how fast his response was, he could not get the flowing black fog.

Just for a moment, the black fog flew in front of Ye Ziheng, and then "boom!" With a loud noise, the black fog suddenly exploded in front of Ye Ziheng.

After the explosion, several disciples of the cult and sect were directly shaken out. Even some people who were a little closer were burned in many places and their bones were directly shattered.

After the explosion, a black smoke gathered in the middle of the sky. Ye Ziheng's body, however, did not see it for a long time. Even a few small objects on his body, there was no way for all.

The self explosion power of the leader of the cult is great, but it is not enough to directly smash ye Ziheng's body to pieces.

All the disciples of the clan and the martial artists of the evil way stopped fighting and looked at the unfinished black smoke in the middle of the sky, as if they were waiting for something.

One second, ten seconds, one minute, five minutes

Time has been passing, but the black smoke has not dissipated, and ye Ziheng has not appeared.

The disciples of the clan would not believe that ye Ziheng died like this, but ye Ziheng, who did not show up, could not help but make their hearts tighten.

As for the disciples of the cult, only the last dozens of them are alive, and everyone's body is covered with scars. They are tired, too tired to fight. Their bodies are like a heap of rotten meat. Their bones are like branches that were accidentally broken. There is only one handle left for their weapons.

Their eyes also followed those disciples of the clan, looking at the black smoke in the air, but there was no such excitement and uneasiness of disciples of the clan in their eyes, and there was only a kind of lightness, just like seeing all the worldly elites.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, finally, I was able to live up to the expectation of the disciples. In the black smoke, a light golden light slowly came out and pierced the black smoke, just like the light that pierced the darkness before the dawn, making all the disciples jump for it.

However, when those martial artists of the cult saw this scene, some of them were just tired and looked very hard.

"The cultivation of host breaks through the middle of five products."

The sound of the system rings in ye Ziheng's mind. Ye Ziheng's eyes slowly open, and a faint smile appears on his face. Feeling the changes in his body, the smile becomes more and more brilliant.