The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3147: Crisis! Repression! (Five more)

"These thirty-three-day Hongmeng Treasures, each of which has the lethal power against the sky, the Vermillion Bird Flying Sword that I just captured by you, and the Four Elephants Secret Treasures behind it are actually the Thirty-Three-Three-Day Hongmeng Treasures , it was only because of the vicissitudes of the years and the loss of the aura of Hongmeng that the rank was dropped."

"But I, the evil spirit slaughtering banner, still has the aura of Hongmeng, and possesses unimaginable power. From the beginning of Hongmeng to the birth of the Lord of Reincarnation, the dead souls who died during this period of time, all those who sinned deeply, have been caught in the shadows. Evil Slaughtering Soul Banner absorbs."

"This magic weapon contains more than tens of thousands of evil spirits. It is simply a cosmic galaxy, immeasurable."

"Until you were born and set the reincarnation, the sinful souls of the heavens and the world could avoid the bad luck of being slaughtered and crushed."

After Han Changsheng said these words, his face was flushed, but he looked a little bit back.

"This magic weapon is so powerful, where did you get it?"

Marven Ye was extremely surprised. He never thought that such a terrifying magic weapon was buried under the Forbidden Soul Island.

"I...I..."

Han Changsheng wanted to speak, but his injuries were too serious to say anything.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the evil spirit slaughtering banner.

Suddenly, his eyes pierced through the fog and saw the secret cause and effect behind him.

It turned out that in ancient times, this ghostly slaughtering soul flag was the magic weapon of the Tianmo clan, and was later snatched by Emperor Shitian.

And that year, he fought with Di Shitian and wounded him.

Han Changsheng took advantage of Emperor Shitian to heal his wounds, stole the Nether Evil Soul Killing Banner, and secretly buried it on this island, waiting for the opportunity to refine it.

But the thirty-three days of the Hongmeng treasure, the breath is too majestic, even if he reaches the eighth level of the gods, it is impossible to refine it.

So, this ghostly slaughtering soul flag is still a thing without owner.

He wanted to give it to Ye Chen as a gift for refuge.

He is willing to donate such a precious Hongmeng treasure, which shows the sincerity of taking refuge.

Ye Chen's heart was moved, his bloodline was very special, the thirty-three days of Hongmeng was a treasure, and it was difficult for even a **** emperor to refine it, but he could refine it.

If he refines the evil spirit slaughtering banner and controls the energy of thousands of savage souls, his combat power will definitely increase by leaps and bounds!

Also, if you can really place a chess piece in the Diyuan Palace, it will definitely have huge benefits in the future.

"It turns out that, it turns out that you stole it from Di Shitian's hands."

Marven Ye's eyes flickered, and he kept thinking about trade-offs in his heart.

"The Lord of Reincarnation, the cause and effect behind it, you... have you seen it?"

Han Changsheng was overjoyed: "In this case, you should know my sincerity, would you be willing to surrender?"

Hey!

Marven Ye's heart beat a few times, and finally shook his head and said, "Sorry, you are not qualified."

"Why...why?" Han Changsheng's eyes dimmed instantly.

Ye Chen let out a sigh of turbidity, stood up slowly, looked into the distance, and said:

"The power of Emperor Yuandian, and the power of Emperor Shitian, are even more terrifying than you think. In the dark, I have insight into the secret of heaven. You are an eight-layered heaven of the gods, and you are even qualified to be a chess piece. None."

To be honest, Ye Chen really wanted to conquer Han Changsheng.

But the problem is, Di Yuan Hall is too scary, Di Shitian is too scary, and Han Changsheng is not even qualified to be a chess piece. If he is subdued, he will only expose his own cause and effect.

In the dark, Ye Chen had insight into a terrifying secret.

The power of the Diyuan Palace spreads all over the heavens and the world, and the infinite universe. What Han Changsheng sees is only a corner of the countless foundations of the Diyuan Palace.

He thought this corner was everything.

Sit in the well and watch the sky!

He wants to rebel and take the throne. It's just a dream.

If he really knew how terrifying Di Shitian was, he wouldn't have this idea.

Unfortunately, the terrifying tiger, the ants will not know.

The ants made a noise in front of the tiger, but the tiger ignored it, just because there was a bigger prey in front of him.

"I'll give you a decent, kill yourself."

Marven Ye dropped the long sword and threw it in front of Han Changsheng.

Fortunately, he practiced Tianmodong's eyesight and was aware of the terrifying secret behind him. Otherwise, he would have taken Han Changsheng as a chess piece and was discovered by Emperor Shitian.

"Lord of Reincarnation, you..."

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Han Changsheng trembled, unexpectedly being rejected by Ye Chen.

He wanted to kill himself, but he didn't want to die.

"Okay, since you are so heartless, let's die together!"

"Dafa for the disintegration of demons!"

Han Changsheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold, and bursts of demonic aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The Dafa of the disintegration of the demons uses the disintegration and self-destruction to detonate one's own qi and blood cultivation base, thereby forming a huge explosion.

This method burns all jade and stone, and its lethality is terrifying.

Han Changsheng is a master of the eight-layered heaven of the gods. If he disintegrates and explodes himself, even the **** emperors will be afraid.

But now, Han Chang's qi and blood are exhausted, and his meridians are almost broken. Even if he wants to blow himself up, he doesn't have enough qi and blood, so he can't exert his power at all.

"What's the use of disintegrating Dafa with demons?"

Marven Ye frowned.

"Hey..."

Han Changsheng laughed fiercely.

The next moment, something that shocked Ye Chen happened.

I saw a wisp of demonic breath pouring into the ghostly slaughtering soul flag.

Inside the Slaughtering Soul Banner, countless evil souls, stimulated by the aura of the demons, suddenly let out a sharp whistling.

"Not good!"

Marven Ye's face changed greatly.

It turns out that Han Changsheng's method of disintegrating the demons was not used on him, but in the soul-killing banner.

Although he hasn't refined this soul-killing banner, he has already mastered a small part of the aura of the savage soul after so many years of research, and can communicate and resonate, causing a disintegration explosion.

He only needs to detonate hundreds of savage souls, and then with the help of the shocking power of the Slaughtering Soul Banner, he can crush Ye Chen alive.

"Tianlong Ba Shen Yin, suppress me!"

Marven Ye's eyes were horrified, he raised his long sword, the blade of the sword cut the air, and blasted the sound of Mongolian sound.

Now his Tianlong Ba Shen Yin has become more and more proficient in his realm. Not only is his throat pronunciation, his muscles and bones are pronounced, but even when the sword is cutting the air, he can produce Hong Mongolian sounds.

Om, baa, what, baa, baa, moo, woo, boo!

Eight golden light characters, with a monstrous atmosphere of Hongmeng, like butterflies, lingering on Ye Chenjian's body, flying non-stop, colliding with the air, and erupting the ancient heavenly Buddha chant.

Block!

Must stop!

If Han Changsheng detonates the cruel soul and the demon explodes, Ye Chen scum will not be left.

Shout!

The sword light danced, and the dragon soared into the sky.

Eight golden dragons of Hongmeng also emerged from Ye Chenjian.

The mighty sword energy slashed at Han Changsheng.

Pfft!

Han Changsheng's body ruptured and blood spurted wildly.

The breath connection between him and Killing Soul Fan was also instantly broken under the shock of Tianlong Yashenyin.

Boom!

The Slaughtering Soul Banner fell to the ground. This cloth banner seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. It looked like a light piece of cloth, but when it fell to the ground, it made a sound like a heavy hammer falling to the ground.

The screeching scream of the churning soul also ceased instantly.