Yan Dongyang and Ling He frowned slightly. Isn’t these people enough to see?

"Be careful." Someone reminded that the Yin-Yang map floating above their heads made them feel extremely dangerous.

"Swish..." A sharp and terrifying sound came out, and the airflow of the destruction road on the Yin-Yang map attacked down, covering everyone, and Yan Dongyang and Ling He were naturally wrapped in the attack.

Feeling the terrifying destructive airflow, both of them released the Great Dao Divine Wheel, and at the same time, the magic weapon burst into a brilliant light.

Yan Dongyang seemed to be wrapped in a real dragon, and an extremely huge dragon shadow appeared. The destructive airflow attacked on it, making a terrifying sound. Yan Dongyang found that the dragon shadow could not resist the falling attack. His body gradually attached it with golden dragon scale armor, fierce and ferocious, and his eyes were terrifying. He did not feel too strong when he fought with Ye Futian for the first time in Wangshenque. Later, he knew that it was far from Ye Futian's original strength, and he had been hiding it.

Now he knew that he and Ye Futian were almost at the same level, and the opponent's combat power was completely at another level.

Ling He was the same, just busy resisting the destructive airflow of swordsmanship that fell from the void.

But at this time, other powerful people took action. Three powerful people in the eighth realm erupted the power of the terrifying great way at the same time. Thousands of gun shadows appeared. Countless afterimages appeared in this world. The Lingxi Gun burst into pieces again, and a gun penetrated through the void. In another direction, a Lingxiao Tower appeared above the mountain above Ye Futian's head. It was the great way god wheel of an eighth realm. The lights of the divine wheel were crushed down, smoothing everything, and controlling Ye Futian there. Behind Ye Futian, a sacred dragon appeared. The swallow dragon roared and roared the mountains and rivers, like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The sound waves swept and attacked directly, directly attacking the soul, and the huge real dragon's sharp claws smashed down, tearing the sky apart.

Ye Futian's location was also attacked by three powerful men in the eighth realm. The avenue space was about to explode and shatter, and there was no room for dodging at all.

Yan Dongyang and Ling He stared at the other side. Can Ye Futian survive such an attack?

The storm of destruction came, and both the soul and the body were crushed by an extremely terrifying avenue, as if it could not be stopped at all.

The star storm surrounding Ye Futian's body was broken and destroyed. Although the falling attack was powerful, it could not affect the attack of the three powerful men on the other side. Life and death were only in a moment.

At this moment, an extreme coldness swept out, and the frozen space slowed down the attack speed of the three powerful men. Time seemed to be about to stop. At the same time, a terrifying sacred light burst out from Ye Futian's body. The pressure of the great way contained in this sacred light merged into Ye Futian's body and into his fighting spirit. For a moment, the three eight-level powerful men actually felt a supreme pressure, as if this pressure came from a higher level.

This moment seemed extremely long. Their attack could have arrived in an instant, but everything seemed to have been slowed down. The attack that could be reduced in an instant was not able to fall for a long time. However, they saw the divine light lingering in Ye Futian's body, and the fighting spirit in the spear swept out, destroying all the power of the great way.

Ye Futian's body moved, and the man and the gun merged into one. The moment he stabbed forward, the eight-level strong man in Lingxiao Palace only felt that the great way collapsed and shattered wildly. He seemed to be facing not Ye Futian, but the descendant of the god, who was arrogant.

The gun shadow flew past, and the crowd saw countless golden fragments appearing where the spear passed, and everything turned into dust.

Time seemed to be still, and all the powerful people present looked at the eight-level strong man in Lingxiao Palace, and saw the other party standing motionless, with golden divine light lingering around his body, like a sculpture.

The next moment, the sculpture-like figure shattered into nothingness, turned into a piece of golden dust, and was wiped out.

A powerful man from the eighth level died.

The others' expressions changed when they saw this scene. Not only that, they saw Ye Futian's extremely gorgeous Emperor's Radiance soaring into the sky. The Emperor's Radiance merged into the spirit of long spears, making the spirit of fighting turn into substance, and exhaling a terrifying spear.

"How is that possible?" Ling He stared at Ye Futian's body, unable to believe the scene he saw in front of him. Is Ye Futian not the successor selected by Dongxian Island? Why is it so scary?

Is Di Hui on him?

How could he have the intention of being an emperor?

He is really just the successor selected by Dongxian Island?

Yan Dongyang's face was also extremely wonderful. His eyes were staring at the scene in front of him, as if he couldn't believe what he saw was real. A powerful existence in the Eight Realm died like this and fell into a shot.

Ye Futian ignored everyone. He pointed the spear in his hand forward, and the Emperor's light rushed straight into the sky, as if it was directly integrated into the Yin-Yang map, causing the drooping light of destruction to turn into golden color.

"Be careful." A scream came out, and the light of the catastrophe fell. A strong man from the seventh realm was torn apart and his body was shattered into nothingness.

The eyes of the other strong men changed drastically. Except for the two eight-level strong men, the rest of the people were retreating and releasing a terrifying Dao airflow. However, Ye Futian's body was suspended in the air, and the Yin-Yang Map became larger and larger. The yin-Yang Tribulation Light that fell down descended, and the Dao was broken and destroyed. One powerful man directly shattered into nothingness under the catastrophe light.

Screams continued. Except for the two eight-level powerful men who were still alive, no one could resist the destructive light of disaster. Of course, Yan Dongyang and Ling He were still alive, but it was not that they had the ability to resist, but Ye Futian was not in a hurry to kill them.

At this time, Ye Futian walked towards the two eight-level powerhouses. When the light of the catastrophe of the Sky Dao was drooping, the two eight-level powerhouses were also resisting with all their strength. Their faces changed when they watched Ye Futian coming.

"Buzz!" The Yin-Yang map directly shone on an eight-level strongman. The two extreme forces of Taiyin and Sun descended, accompanied by infinite sword-tracking light, the Lingxiao Tower on the eight-level strongman was released to the extreme to resist the attack, but Ye Futian's figure disappeared directly from the spot.

The long spear hit the Lingxiao Tower, with a loud bang. Under the surging fighting spirit, the Divine Wheel Pagoda was broken and destroyed, and the light of the catastrophe came. The eighth-level powerhouse screamed. But the next moment, a long spear penetrated directly through his head, ending their lives.

"Who are you?" The eighth-level strong man from the ancient royal family of the Great Yan stared at Ye Futian.

"Kill you." Ye Futian finished speaking, and the gun came out. The terrifying spear hit the sacred dragon. The dragon kept cracking. At the same time, the light of the catastrophe descended, tearing the dragon apart, and rushed into the defense. Another scream was heard. Under the Yin and Yang tribulation, the opponent's body shattered little by little, turning into dust.

In a blink of an eye, only Yan Dongyang and Ling He were left in a powerful army of Human Emperors, and all the others died.

Ye Futian turned to face Yan Dongyang and Ling He. A strong sense of fear and fear finally appeared in their eyes. Ling He looked at Ye Futian and said, "You can't kill us!"

"What do you have to do with me when you were killed by monsters?" Ye Futian responded coldly.

"No..." Ling He responded: "If we die here, everyone will definitely know that it was yours. Dayan, Lingxiao Palace, and even the Domain Lord's Mansion will not let you go."

"When you killed me, didn't you think about the consequences?" Ye Futian's spear in his hand was swept out, and the murderous intent was strong. He had already killed so many of them. There was no difference between whether to kill these two people.

Ling He glanced at the disappearing figures and seemed to realize that Ye Futian had no way back. He said, "There is still a chance. As long as we are letting go, all grudges will be eliminated. Dayan and Lingxiao Palace will never pursue this matter. How about it?"

"Puff..." The response was a shot. Ye Futian's gun directly penetrated his throat. Ling He stared at the figure ahead, and his eyes showed an extremely painful expression. He couldn't believe it was true. He was killed just like that.

The spear slid slightly, and Ling He's body shattered directly, turning into dust, as if it had never appeared before.

Yan Dongyang stared at Ye Futian with his eyes tightly, and a strong sense of fear came. He seemed to realize what his fate would be next.

Ling He has been directly killed, so how could the other party let him go? He has no way to survive.

"You will come to accompany us soon?" Yan Dongyang looked at Ye Futian and spoke, with an extremely confident tone, as if he had predicted the ending of Ye Futian.

"Then you can't see it." Ye Futian responded. After his words fell, the light of the Dao's catastrophe fell down. Under the light of the catastrophe, Yan Dongyang let out a miserable scream, and then his body was shattered and torn apart bit by bit, turning into nothingness and death.
Chapter completed!