Since Ye Feng knew that his opponent was a strong man in the distraction realm, how could he not summon Yan Tian? Although he was arrogant and bold, he was also careful and cautious.

Without any words, seeing the sharp spear turned into a red pen stabbing straight towards him, Yan Tian raised his right hand slightly, and the boundless aura of the demonic way turned into a vortex, gathering wildly. In Yan Tian's hand, an extremely dark magic knife appeared, staring coldly and indifferently in front of him.

The sharp spear came, Yan Tian's hands moved, he held the magic knife tightly in his hands, and slashed it hard towards the front, without any expenses, without any skills, only boundless coldness and ruthlessness, and ultimate indifference and domineeringness.

"Boom!" A violent tremor came out, the magic knife shattered, the sharp spear shrank, and Yan Tian took a few steps back, but his eyes did not fluctuate at all, and were still ruthless and still cold, with only the extremely arrogant magical aura.

The demonic energy continued to rotate wildly, and the magic sword condensed again. Yan Tian stepped forward and his body immediately moved forward. The magic sword slashed out fiercely without any stagnation, trying to destroy everything.

Another violent trembling sound came out, and the crowd felt a buzzing eardrums, and a sharp pain came. The magic knife cut down, and the second knife slashed away again. Moreover, the second knife condensed the momentum accumulated by the first knife, and the crazy space was about to break. With one knife, Yantian stood still, like a demon god. When middle-aged man fell, his body flashed, his eyes staring at Yantian tightly, his heart trembled wildly. This demonic energy was too domineering and powerful.

"It's a pity that I can only use the second sword of Demon Kill!" Ye Feng said in his heart. If the third sword of Demon Kill can be used, the middle-aged man will definitely be injured, but at the current level of Antian, he can only use the second sword of Demon Kill Nine Swords.

"Who is he?" At this moment, the crowd stared at Yantian, and the shadow of the demon god stood proudly in the sky, as if he was the only one left in the world, and no one could put it into his eyes.

On the other side, Kuiniu and Ye Feng kept attacking the Soul Sacrifice. Finally, a crack sound came out, and the Soul Sacrifice shattered. The word "Sacrifice" turned into countless light and lightning, drifting. Ye Feng's head was covered with black silk and his eyes were deep and dark, and there was a touch of unconcealed sadness in those pupils.

"Yu Xin!" Ye Feng stared at the cycle of reincarnation and murmured. For more than ten days, every bit of it, all clearly reflected in his mind. The classical and elegant temperament, the intoxicating smile, and the words that saw you again at the most beautiful moment in life echoed in Ye Feng's mind for a long time and could not be erased.

At one glance, as if thousands of years have passed, Ye Feng retracted his eyes and looked towards the middle-aged man. A cold feeling penetrated into the depths of his soul. The middle-aged man trembled all over. He suddenly realized that today's situation seemed to be out of control. For the first time, he had a hint of retreat.

"Merge!" Ye Feng whispered, cold and harsh. After the words fell, Yan Tian's body floated away and reached Ye Feng directly. Under the shocking gaze of the crowd, Yan Tian's body and Ye Feng's body merged into one and merged together. The two were actually one person, and the crowd felt breathing rapidly, and their minds were in chaos. The magical young man, the world's number one master, Blood Rose, and the cold and domineering demon god, were the same person.

"Clan, the Angu Clan!" At this moment, the middle-aged gaze was extremely solemn. The Angu Clan was enough to make any force in the cultivation world afraid. Even if his identity was extremely unusual, he was unwilling to make enemies with the Angu Clan. Moreover, seeing Ye Feng and Yan Tian merged, he had lost the belief of winning, but Ye Feng still had the belief of killing him.

The moment Ye Feng merged with Yan Tian's body, the heaven and earth and space trembled. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned into a hurricane and gathered madly into Ye Feng's body. Ye Feng's body turned into an endless vortex, absorbing everything frantically. Soon, the space in this light curtain had no more spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Crack!" Another light sound, a gap appeared in the light curtain, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside the light curtain rushed in crazily, turning into long dragons, sweeping towards Ye Feng frantically.

"Not good!" The middle-aged man said in his heart. The magic aura of Ye Feng's body became stronger and stronger. Obviously, Yan Tian just now was a clone, and now he was merging with the promoted deity and completing a breakthrough.

The red pen ticked, the light of the stone wall overflowed, the talisman kept flashing out of thin air, and the sword rain rushed towards Ye Feng frantically.

Ye Feng, behind him, a huge wing slowly opened. It was the Demon Wing. The Demon Wings flapped, and the hurricane swept by. Ye Feng's figure disappeared, moved again, the hurricane appeared again, and the figure flashed again, and it was impossible to figure out.

After a while, middle-aged man discovered that Ye Feng, who had advanced to the top and the Demon Wings, was already hard for him to do anything about Ye Feng. Unfortunately, in the battle just now, he consumed a lot of his abilities and could not be used without restrictions, especially that space transfer, which consumed a lot. The most important thing was that he had already regressed and had lost the determination to move forward again. He was afraid of his head and tail and did not dare to fight to the death.

"Suck!" He shouted loudly, and the middle-aged red pen touched the stone wall. As the light flowed, the crowd felt trembling all over. The strange feeling came out again, their souls trembled, and their aura gradually became listless.

At this moment, the crazy flow of tyrannical spirit of the world slowly calmed down. Ye Feng's temperament changed tremendously again, becoming deeper and colder, as if without any emotion. What shocked the middle age even more was that there was a faint aura on Ye Feng's body, and this aura belonged to the aura of reincarnation.

The demon wings waved, the hurricane floated, and Ye Feng's body suddenly appeared above the middle-aged man, with a cold and boundless look, penetrated everything.

"Dharma...Demon...Honor!" The voice was cold, and Ye Feng's words fell, and the violent demonic energy rose to the extreme at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The heaven and earth trembled three times in a row. Under the horror of the crowd, three huge images of the demons floated out in Ye Feng's body, surrounded the middle-aged man in the center with the momentum of horns. The three demons, one of which makes the inner demons grow, produce endless illusions and are extremely fearful; one is cold and domineering, cold into the bone marrow; and the third demon is slightly weak in the demonic energy, but his temperament is the most trembling. The body of this demon is depicted in reincarnation, which is similar to the reincarnation that is still floating in the air, and the meaning of reincarnation is also heard from this demon.

At this moment, endless coldness and fear appeared in the middle-aged heart. These three demons seemed to be the incarnation of the demon god, making him unable to think of resisting. The boundless coldness and various inner demons, as well as the aura of reincarnation, made his body tremble slightly, and he did not dare or wanted to resist.

"Turn!" The middle-aged man bit his lip, making his mind stronger and unwilling to be confused by the breath, and the fluctuations in the space suddenly came out.

"Seal!" Ye Feng's voice also sounded, but it was so cold. After the words came, the boundless demonic energy was released from the three demonic golems. Suddenly, with middle-aged as the center, the demonic energy sealed the space. Middle-aged groaned and his face was as pale as paper. At this moment, endless regret arose in his heart.

"Enter my reincarnation." Ye Feng's expression was still cold. After his words came, strong fluctuations swept across the three demon golems, and magic lights sprinkled onto the middle-aged man. At the same time, Ye Feng's earth soul and Fang Tian Huaji suddenly waved towards the middle-aged man. An invisible air flow surged. The middle-aged soul trembled and blood sprayed. His soul was extremely weak. Then, it was dispersed with his body and drifted towards the reincarnation gate in the air, irresistible.
Chapter completed!