"Brother Ye Chen, you can break the dimensional wall, such a supernatural power, I'm afraid even the ancient emperor Yuhuang can't compare."
Ye Chen listened to Jiang Mingxin's praise, smiled a bit, and was about to say something when suddenly his heart tightened, and the muscles all over his body tensed involuntarily.
This feeling is like a keen beast, aware of the approaching danger.
At this moment, Ye Chen also caught an extremely dangerous breath in his heart, which was constantly approaching.
Jiang Mingxin also felt that dangerous breath, and his smile froze immediately.
The strong men of the Jiang family around them, their nerves that had just been relaxed, tensed up again, and their eyes looked into the depths of the mist.
Step, step, step.
In the mist, there was a sound of steady and powerful footsteps.
I saw a bloody figure walking out of the mist.
It was a huge battle spirit with a height of several feet. His physique was majestic, his muscles exploded, his whole body was surrounded by bloody chains of hostility and resentment, his hair was loose, his face was ferocious like a Shura, and his eyes were like sun and moon. Depressed breath.
"Sura Martial God"
"Old old ancestor?"
Jiang Mingxin looked at this war spirit and was completely stunned.
Because the appearance of that battle spirit is exactly the same as Jiang Fusheng, the ancestor of the Jiang family.
To be precise, this battle spirit is Jiang Fusheng.
"Ants, dare to invade my territory, damn it!"
Jiang Fusheng's eyes shot out a fierce light, and his whole body was bursting with hostility, as if he had lost his mind.
He shot out suddenly, and he slapped Jiang Mingxin with his palm.
This palm is powerful and heavy, like the immortal emperor's wrath, extremely mighty.
Jiang Ming was terrified and completely unable to resist.
"careful!"
Seeing this, Ye Chen also slapped out with a palm. The energy of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vessel gathered in the palm, thunder was brewing, and he ruthlessly collided with Jiang Fusheng's palm.
There was a bang.
The two people's palms collided, and there was a shock wave immediately. They each took two steps back, but they were evenly matched.
"Your family's ancestors were riddled with hostility and lost their minds."
Ye Chen stared at Jiang Fusheng and felt that he had lost his mind.
Presumably, he fought with the undead for many years in the fantasy world, and he himself was tortured by sin and karma. He was full of hostility, unable to extricate himself, and even wanted to kill his descendants.
"Boy, who do you think has lost its mind? I want you to die!"
Jiang Fusheng was furious, waving bloody chains all over his body, like the wrath of God's punishment, and slapped Ye Chen fiercely.
Ye Chen circulated the Lingfeng Divine Vessel and the Wind of Morning Sun, adding to his body, he dodged Jiang Fusheng's attack like a ray of breeze.
The moment he dodged the attack, Ye Chen immediately fought back.
"Lei Fa, Thousand Birds Flying Sword Flow!"
The aura of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Vessel exploded, and the purple lightning lights gathered into a torrent of lightning and flying swords, and then burst out like a thousand birds chirping. The momentum was rolling, and they slashed towards Jiang Fusheng fiercely.
"The little skill of the withering insect, the great method of transforming the sky, break it for me!"
Jiang Fusheng snorted and remained unmoved. He pushed his palm forward in the air, and a terrible dark air burst out from his palm.
This dark air current has an extremely terrifying aura, as if it can melt everything.
The torrent of lightning and flying swords that Ye Chen swung out was dissipated by Jiang Fusheng in just a moment, and the thousand birds wailed and turned into nothingness.
"Is this the Heaven Transformation Dafa?"
Seeing Jiang Fusheng's supernatural powers, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly shrank, and he also felt extremely terrifying energy fluctuations.
The supernatural power that Jiang Fusheng used was the Heaven Transformation Dafa.
The legendary Heaven Transformation Dafa is a magical skill created by Emperor Yuantian himself. It can melt all things, refine all things, and even dissolve all the enemy's attack methods. It is very powerful.
Ye Chen saw that his Thousand Birds Flying Sword Flow was instantly melted away, and he also deeply felt the power of this Heaven Transformation Dafa.
"Ant, I want to melt your body and soul into nothingness!"
Jiang Fusheng strode out, and pressed his palm fiercely on the top of Ye Chen's head. The palm was filled with energy fluctuations of the Heaven Transformation Dafa, which was very terrifying.
"Longyan Shenmai, Yanlong Fist, break!"
Ye Chen clenched his fists tightly, the energy of the flame tablet swelled, the Dragon Flame Vein was opened, and a flame dragon emerged from his fist, even containing a little power of the dragon's life star, and blasted fiercely at Jiang Fusheng.
"Hahaha, don't you give up yet?"
Jiang Fusheng looked up to the sky and laughed?? Still performing the great method of transforming the sky, surrounded by the dark air around him, dispelling all the fists that Ye Chen bombarded over.
Ye Chen's Dragon Fist was powerful enough to blast through the starry sky, and this punch obviously hit Jiang Fusheng's body, but it seemed to hit cotton, and he was light and unaffected.
Under the influence of Huatian Dafa, all of Ye Chen's punches were actually melted away, and they couldn't hurt Jiang Fusheng at all.
"interesting."
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he used the Nine Swords of Zhantian, the Idol Crashing the Sky, the Dragon Fighting Spear, the Sacred Book and other methods, but none of them were of any use.
Jiang Fusheng's Heaven Transformation Dafa seemed to be able to dissolve everything. Even if Ye Chen wanted to use the sacred book to purify him and restore his sanity, he couldn't do it at all.
Because of all the supernatural means, as soon as he comes into contact with Jiang Fusheng, he will be destroyed by him.
Jiang Mingxin and many Jiang family powerhouses were shocked when they saw Ye Chen and Jiang Fusheng fighting fiercely, and saw the power of Huatian Dafa.
"The old ancestor is so powerful, this is too bad, brother Ye Chen can't beat him."
Jiang Ming's heart was burning with anxiety. Although Jiang Fusheng had fallen and only one battle spirit remained, the cultivation base of this battle spirit was not comparable to that of Ye Chen