Chapter 457: Tears in my eyes!
At this moment.
The Yin-Yang Ghost was in an extremely violent state. It wanted to retreat, but Ye Junlin didn't give it a chance.
In this case, it had to fight to the end!
"Die!"
The Yin-Yang Ghost raised one foot and stomped hard. The sole of the foot gathered endless power, and various strange runes intertwined.
Ye Junlin didn't do anything fancy, and directly punched.
Swish, under the blessing of the power of the law, the golden fist print flew out like a wave, setting off a surging energy breath like a wave.
Rumble~
When the collision broke out, the leg that was like a pillar exploded instantly, turning into billions of black air and drifting away.
"Uh ah!"
The Yin-Yang Ghost had a painful face and a look of shock and anger in his eyes.
Because it could clearly feel that the terrifying golden fist print was still rising, as if it was going to crush it completely.
"No, don't even think about it!"
The Yin-Yang Ghost raised his head and howled, his long hair fluttering, his hands raised high above his head and entangled, and then smashed down fiercely, with a fierce and unparalleled momentum.
Crack, crack~
In the extremely fierce confrontation, the Yin-Yang Ghost was trembling violently, and his entire arms and body showed spider-web-like cracks, and wisps of black air emerged.
"Damn, if you continue like this..."
"Little ones, come here!"
The roar resounded through the world.
At this moment, billions of evil spirits seemed to be called, and they all moved and turned into a surging wave to gather over.
Among them, you can see the fairy king-level evil spirits, and even the fairy emperor-level evil spirits. They all rushed into the Yin Yang Ghost's body one after another, as if they were not afraid of their lives.
After receiving huge nourishment, its body, which was about to collapse, was recovering rapidly, but due to the destruction of the golden fist print, the two entered a difficult pulling stage.
"I can block this punch!!!"
The Yin Yang Ghost shouted with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
It blocked everything and was determined to break the myth that one punch would kill.
Gradually, the power of the golden fist print was almost worn out.
In the shocked eyes of countless people, the Yin Yang Ghost relied on his tenacious will and the power of the entire fairy burial ground to barely resolve this terrifying punch.
"Ah, it did it!"
The whole audience was in an uproar.
The monks felt unbelievable, as if they saw a miracle appear.
At this time, the light of dawn shone down in the gray sky. The Yin-Yang Ghost was covered in blood, his body was broken, and he was panting and half-kneeling on the ground. He raised a fist high, like a fighter who won the game, showing the world the posture of a winner.
Recalling the difficulties and obstacles of the whole process, the Yin-Yang Ghost felt how hard-won it was.
Here, he wanted to thank the Immortal Burial Ground and the hundreds of millions of evil spirits who supported him, allowing him to complete this great feat.
"Dead cells, did you see it? I did it, I really did it!"
"I finally blocked this punch!!"
The Yin-Yang Ghost raised his head and looked at the sky, his emotions were very excited, and his trembling voice was a little crying.
This scene made countless monks feel sour, and even some too emotional people were in tears on the spot.
Seeing that the Yin-Yang Ghost could block Ye Junlin's punch, they felt a sense of admiration in their hearts.
This is incredible!
Feeling this inexplicable atmosphere, Ye Junlin's face became strange.
What's going on?
Didn't you just take my punch?
As for making it so tearful and touching?
You are really acting too much...
"Come again!"
Ye Junlin mobilized the dynamic ninth-grade immortal power and gathered it on his fist. The fist burst out with a brilliant golden light, surrounded by 30 million laws of power, like an eternal and indestructible sun.
Swish, a golden fist print like a chariot rushed straight forward, carrying a terrifying momentum of destruction.
Feeling that more danger was approaching crazily, the Yin-Yang Ghost suddenly woke up from a dream and was pulled back to the cruel reality.
No, there is more? !
It suddenly realized that it had just taken Ye Junlin's punch with great difficulty...
Boom boom boom! ! !
Just like billions of dense nuclear bombs were detonated, a huge blazing light ball instantly rose in the sky, setting off a vast and boundless energy airflow, and the scene was like the end of the world.
"Don't wow!"
The Yin-Yang Ghost could no longer resist, his face was full of despair, and he could only be destroyed by the shock wave.
It regretted why it ran out to watch the fun. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the cave and sleep honestly?
Curiosity killed the ghost!
After a long time, the shaking immortal burial ground returned to silence again.
Everyone suppressed their fear and looked up, and found that the Yin-Yang Ghost had completely dissipated in the ground.
"Ah..." Master Lingyu sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang Ghost blocked Ye Yudi's first punch, but still died under the second punch!
This, maybe it's fate!
Ye Junlin was speechless.
Why do I act like the villain?
Too strong, blame me?
After all, putting aside the conditions of cultivation, there are also the ninth-grade immortal power, physical factors, supreme boxing, etc., and finally there are 30 million laws blessing. How powerful is this punch? Only those who are beaten to death can really feel it.
In other words, Ye Junlin is a top-level immortal master, who can barely catch a punch, and currently only the first-tier immortal master!
Yin Yang Ghost relied on the home advantage to barely rank in the first echelon, but being able to catch the first punch was already the limit.
As for the second punch, it was absolutely impossible to catch it with its ability.
"Let's go."
Ye Junlin was too lazy to stay in this ghost place for long. After all, he came here just to find the fourth disciple.
Now that he has found it, he naturally has to leave.
"Farewell to Emperor Ye!" Master Lingyu did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly bowed deeply and said in awe.
After all, if the other party stayed any longer, it would only increase the variables.
At present, there is only one immortal master left in Haoran Domain, and he does not want to follow the footsteps of the previous two.
Seeing that Ye Junlin was about to leave, the cultivators reacted and hurriedly knelt down in fear and shouted:
"We will send off Emperor Ye!!!"
The shouts were as loud as thunder, and they lasted for a long time in the immortal burial ground.
"Following Senior Ye, I feel so impressive~"
Canglang Jun sighed secretly.
A mere Immortal King, following behind Ye Junlin, countless strong men prostrated themselves and worshipped him wherever he passed, some of whom were even stronger than Immortal Emperors. This feeling was simply awesome.
The Mushroom King followed carefully, as if thinking of something, and raised his head to ask: "Master, besides me, where are the other brothers and sisters?"
Ye Junlin said helplessly: "Oh, don't mention it, just like you, they were separated before, and I don't know where they are now."
Don't look at the master-disciple sensing function. The range of tens of millions of miles sounds great, but at most it is in the immortal burial ground. Looking at the Haoran domain, even the Beihan fairy domain, or even the entire vast fairy world, a mere tens of millions of miles is a drop in the ocean!
What's more, this thing currently has a time limit and cooling, so it is really not an easy task to rely on it to find the other three disciples.
However, Ye Junlin thought that he should first make a name for himself, and when his reputation was strong enough, his disciples would naturally come to him.
Then, the group left the immortal burial ground.
The monks looked around in surprise and found that the mist around them had almost dissipated, and the evil spirits had become few and far between.
They realized that this forbidden area that had existed for a long time and for eternity was now being trampled by a mysterious young man!
That young man called himself Emperor Ye!