Yang Fan is dressed in regular clothes, walking in the air, and his breath is restrained, just like a mortal.
But it still puts a lot of pressure on Underworld Emperor Ha Luosa.
Yang Fan...
Human beings who entered that field earlier than themselves?
Are you kidding?!
He Ha Luosa is the one favored by the plane. He once personally received the blessing of the plane between life and death.
The wind blew over Ha Luosa's hood.
He revealed a handsome and beautiful but bloodless face, and the diamond-shaped gray crystal on his forehead added a bit of evil to him. The whole person looked like the god of death from Netherworld.
"Netherworld Aria, Edge of a Hundred Piercings."
Underworld Emperor whispered, and a gray cross sword appeared in his hand, then quietly unsheathed, the tip of the sword pointed at Yang Fan's throat.
This time it was not a sneak attack, but an upright, all-out blow belonging to the Quasi-God level.
Wherever the sword edge passed, fine black cracks were cut into the space, and even the light was swallowed up.
This is his Underworld Emperor unique Martial Soul.
Divine Artifact that communicates between the worlds of life and death.
Netherworld Aria!
Yang Fan Through Monocle, he quickly analyzed the special abilities of Underworld Emperor Martial Soul.
"Hundreds of clothes? It's interesting, but not enough."
Yang Fan raised his hand, golden dragon scales covered his right arm, and the shimmering dragon claws waved forward in the simplest manner.
This claw is clean and sharp.
So fast that it even surpasses time.
The moment the sword energy from Underworld Emperor touched the dragon's claw, it seemed as if it hit an invisible wall built up over countless years.
The power of the sword was stagnant, and even the law of death was forced to go back.
Wherever the dragon's claws pass, everything falls silent.
Underworld Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and also tried to fight back with the power of his palms and claws.
However, what shocked him was.
This claw power is actually similar to the "hundred-penetration" power of his Martial Soul talent. The so-called Soul Power is just a slightly larger ant under the power of Golden Dragon King.
Underworld Emperor saw that the situation was not good and reacted very quickly.
A gray armor emerged from the body.
He actually took the blow forcefully.
Yang Fan touched his chin subconsciously when he saw this.
Underworld Emperor Is this the only level?
Impossible.
He scanned with his consciousness and vaguely discovered something.
"It turns out to be a clone, no wonder it's so miserable."
Yang Fan The voice was not loud, but the people present were of high cultivation, so they could hear it clearly.
Underworld Emperor looked at the slightly invisible crack on his Battle Armor armor, frowning, and then heard Yang Fan's complaints, and subconsciously raised his head.
"You are good. You are willing to join me Holy Spirit Cult to achieve great things."
Underworld Emperor has developed some love for Yang Fan.
Only Yang Fan in this world can match his talents.
It would be a pity if he really died.
"Did you make a mistake?"
Yang Fan turned his head slightly and blinked.
"I have nothing to fear even if you are here in your true form, let alone a clone. Or do you think that by joining forces with that trash over there, you will have the ability to kill me?"
As he spoke, he pointed to Dark Blood Demon beside him.
Dark Blood Demon, whose name was called on the side, his eyes became clearer and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Is this kid a bit prickly?
But soon, the desire for Yang Fan's soul blinded Dark Blood Demon's eyes, and madness took over his consciousness.
"Kid, I want to show you who is the loser!"
As he spoke, the shadow of Blood Demon behind Dark Blood Demon surged a hundred times, and nine circles of black Soul Ring exploded at the same time, turning into a bloody purgatory covering thousands of feet.
Countless resentful souls condensed into substantial cursed blades, strangled from all directions, and each blade was attached with a vicious curse that could corrode the source.
"Noisy."
Yang Fan's nine-circle eye-catching Soul Ring rises.
A huge one-eye wearing Monocle appeared behind him.
A silver light is projected from the shadow.
Dark Blood Demon just feels like his body and soul no longer belong to him.
His eyes became blank.
The whole person's momentum also plummeted.
The cursed blade condensed by the souls of grievances became the sharp blade with which he committed suicide.
"Those who kill will always be killed."
Smiling Douluo Hu Jie, who took the opportunity to break free, clapped his hands and applauded when he saw this, and looked at Yang Fan with a bit more respect.
This way of death is so appropriate.
Ha Luosa's clone looked ugly when he saw this.
"Death, reversal."
A realm shrouded the out-of-control Dark Blood Demon body. This realm was full of cold evil, but it was also somewhat holy.
It's a bit like the teacher's undead Magic, but Ha Luosa is obviously just a beginner, and it was figured out by relying on the keys Plane Blessing and Martial Soul.
Yang Fan thought to himself, but had no intention of stopping it.
I used the Martial Soul Avatar boost and activated the Error Power.
Gu Yuena and Silver Dragon King can't do anything about it.
He doesn't think Ha Luosa is okay.
This is also true.
Ha Luosa's domain did appease some dead souls, but it was not of much use.
After all, these dead souls all died because of Dark Blood Demon.
Do you mean that you can be calmed down by being comforted?
"No... impossible..."
Dark Blood Demon's lips moved, but the voice was no longer his own hoarse whisper, but thousands of overlapping wailings and curses from men, women, old and young.
The souls that he had devoured, refined, and enslaved for decades finally broke free from the shackles of the Blood Demon Curse Sea at this moment, breaking out of his internal organs, limbs, and bones.
Every ray of resentment that leaves his body takes away a piece of his origin; every scream that pierces the sea of his consciousness crushes a piece of his memory.
"It seems, Blood Demon, you will never see the day when Holy Spirit Cult's great cause is accomplished." Ha Luosa sighed softly.
He and Blood Demon have also known each other for a long time.
Although he is crazy sometimes, he has done a lot for Holy Spirit Cult.
Now, we are finally going to return to the embrace of hell.
Yang Fan stood quietly on the spot, Monocle refracted the silver shimmer, and the huge one-eyed shadow behind him watched all this indifferently.
Dark Blood Demon's body was like a tower that had all its bricks and stones removed, silently collapsing from the inside.
His face was distorted in extreme pain. It was the despair and unwillingness that countless ordinary people whose lives had been taken away by him could not express at the last moment Life.
When the last ray of resentment broke free from his heavenly spirit cap and let out a long sigh of relief, Dark Blood Demon's existence completely fell into nothingness.
There is no corpse, and no remaining soul.
But Yang Fan could feel a pious Power of Faith pouring into his body, which was the last gift from the souls enslaved by Dark Blood Demon.
Soul Power Level is still at level ninety-one, but he can feel that he has actually become a lot stronger.
The clone of Ha Luosa was silent for a long time, and finally slowly took back the Death Domain that was shrouded in place.
He looked at Yang Fan, and his tone lost the eagerness to solicit and the arrogance of Quasi-God, leaving only a cold tone. "This round... you win."
Before he finished speaking, his figure began to fade away, like a wisp of gray smoke blown away by the wind.
Seeing this scene, Hu Jie smiled again, and his eyes looked at Yang Fan with a little more awe.
The new sect master is not an idle person.
"Xiaomian, please save me. I feel like I can still save you."
A somewhat miserable voice came from the skull-shaped Soul Tool left behind by the fall of Blood Demon.
"This is?"
Yang Fan took back the power of Martial Soul and Golden Dragon King and asked Hu Jie doubtfully.
"... It's the old emperor, Dai Tianling."
Hu Jie said, the corner of his mouth twitching.
As expected of an emperor? He is so patient.
In a corner of the imperial city, the minion who previously reported to Dark Blood Demon lifted his hood, revealing a bloodless and handsome face. The gray diamond-shaped gem on his forehead shone with a strange brilliance in the moonlight.
"But I didn't lose either."
With that said, Ha Luosa stepped into Netherworld with the spoils of this operation.