"Return to the top? You're dreaming!"

Ye Fan immediately roared and responded.

The Netherworld messengers can devour their blood and energy after death. This is indeed a big problem. Ye Fan must not let them succeed.

"Ye Fan, especially you, I swear in the name of the Netherworld clan that I will make you worse than death and be buried with Zi You as a guardian!"

The Netherworld Messenger looked at Ye Fan with his burning eyes, as if he wanted to burn it to ashes.

"Then come!"

Ye Fan responded, and suddenly turned his head to Ling Xin and said, "Xin'er, protect these people and don't let them die again!"

Lingxin nodded and gave an encouraging look.

Ye Fan's words made her understand that the death of the green-haired man was not the end of the battle, but just the beginning.

All of this was the conspiracy of the Netherworld Messenger. He wanted to devour the blood and energy of these geniuses to recover from the peak, and even his own people did not let him go.

"Xihuang Dragon Vein, you have become the biggest winner. Let's see how strong you are now!"

The Netherworld Messenger was interested and his bone claws fell down again, slapped Ye Fan who was rushing towards him from below.

Under the bone claws that were like a hill, Ye Fan's body was so small that it was like the difference between an ants and humans.

"Sign up the sword in the heavens and break it for me!"

Facing the Bone Claw, Ye Fan did not stop at all, and directly raised the Heavenly Sword and stabbed it upwards.

"puff……"

Ye Fan was like a sharp dagger, piercing the bone claw directly and passing through the center, but this was a bit painless and itchless for the Netherworld Messenger.

"It's indeed a lot of progress!"

The Netherworld Messenger murmured, and the hole in his palm quickly recovered.

Ye Fan frowned when he saw this scene. The Netherworld Messenger was very profound and was an ancient strong man. He could not see through it at first glance. In this test, he still did not see through the Netherworld Messenger's strength.

If you are hit by the Heavenly Sword, you can recover in an instant. Is it a top-grade saint?

"Now it's my turn!"

After a tentative blow, the Netherworld Messenger suddenly became serious, and a faint black light filled his body. He raised his bone knife and slashed at Ye Fan.

"roar……"

A dragon roar sounded, and Ye Fan's clone, the barbarian dragon rushed forward, emitting endless dragon power, colliding with the bone knife.

Ye Fan's body took this opportunity to fly into the sky and came to the top, slashing at the skull of the Netherworld messenger with a sword.

"You dare to cheat!"

The Netherworld Messenger shouted, and the flames in his eyes emerged, burning towards Ye Fan's body.

"brush!"

The flames in the Netherworld Messenger's eyes were extremely cold and surrounded Ye Fan's body in an instant.

The flame brought Ye Fan a sense of crisis, and forced himself to isolate the Holy Ridge under the power of the sacred spine under a hundred times the bloodline.

"It would be a good idea to let you die in my Netherworld Fire!"

The Netherworld Messenger murmured secretly, and at the same time it was a pity that he did not intend to kill Ye Fan so simply.

"A mere fire breaking can't trap me!"

Ye Fan roared, and the Netherworld Fire made Ye Fan understand the strength of the Netherworld Messenger.

Maybe he has not yet entered the top saint, but he is already infinitely close, much stronger than Ye Fan under the power of a hundred times his bloodline.

This is also the foundation of the ancient strong man.

In an emergency, Ye Fan's mind penetrated into the Dantian that he had not paid attention to for a long time.

In a corner of the Dantian, a pitch-black vortex was rotating in an orderly manner, revealing a terrifying aura.

"The power of hell, reincarnation explodes!"

Ye Fan roared, and the power of the holy spine around him gradually dissipated, and countless black vortexes appeared around him, causing the whole world to become gloomy.

"The power of hell!"

The flames in the Netherworld Messenger's eyes trembled violently, revealing his surprise.

"boom!"

The Black Flame Hell has appeared in mid-air, causing changes in the world and revealing a cold and terrifying feeling.

There were also sounds of ghosts and howlings.

"puff……"

The Netherworld Fire around Ye Fan was extinguished, and the huge pressure was transferred to the heart of the Netherworld Messenger.

"I didn't expect you to practice the power of the six realms of reincarnation!"

The Netherworld Messenger made a helpless voice. With its current power, it was difficult to resist the power of hell, so he could only escape.

However, in such a great situation, how could the Netherworld Messenger be willing to leave?

"Disciple of the Netherworld, give your life for me!"

The Netherworld Messenger murmured, and at the same time the bone claws fell down again, with the purpose of seeking life.

"No……"

Below, in addition to Qiankun disciples and foreign aid disciples, there are several kings and soul-first-level disciples from the Netherworld clan.

The former is protected by Lingxin and Li Nianyi, so the Netherworld messenger can only attack his own people.

"brush……"

With one claw, the hundreds of remaining disciples of the Netherworld clan turned into blood mist and could not even struggle.

Looking at this shocking scene, many foreign aid disciples all had their faces twitching. I guess this is the horror of the Netherworld clan.

At important moments, you don’t even let go of your own people.

More than a dozen kings died just like that.

"not good!"

Although Ye Fan had already turned into hell, he saw all this and became anxious.

After devouring so much power, the Netherworld Messenger is afraid of being fearless of the Black Flame Hell.

Once he is broken free from the Black Flame Hell, it will be even more difficult to kill him with the strength of everyone present.

“Gaga!”

After devouring so much power, the Netherworld Messenger left only a hoarse laugh.

At the same time, the black fog on his body instantly became several times thicker, and his bone claws grabbed towards the sky.

"Click!"

It seemed like a thunder sound appeared, and Ye Fan's black flame hell covering the world was directly torn apart by the powerful power of the Netherworld messenger.

Ye Fan's body also fell from mid-air, his face extremely pale.

"Ye Fan..."

Seeing this, Lingxin hurriedly went up to meet him and caught him in the air, her face full of heartache and worry.

"I'm fine!"

Ye Fan shook his head and quickly stood firm in the air.

"I didn't expect that I would lose!"

Ye Fan laughed at himself. He had been through this period so smoothly, and the huge gap made him unable to react.

The Netherworld Messenger gave him a great awakening.

"Ye Fan, you are already very strong. He is an ancient strong man. It is normal for us to lose!"

Lingxin was afraid that Ye Fan would be depressed, so she hurriedly comforted her.

"I understand, but if you don't defeat him, everyone will die today; if you don't kill him, the entire heavenly realm will suffer!"

Ye Fan's eyes soon showed endless fighting spirit again.

It wasn't that he was negative just now, he was just a little emotional.

"Boy, no one can stop the revival of the Netherworld clan. Even the eight ancient clans cannot. You should stop daydreaming, so you should die obediently!"

The Netherworld Messenger said in the air, and at the same time, the bone claws fell again, and the power had increased dozens of times compared to before. (To be continued)
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