"Kill!" On the other side, after seeing Yang Jian showing his power, the morale of the Xuanyou Valley below instantly rose, and a terrifying and powerful fighting spirit also emanated from them, and rushed towards the opposite camp frantically. Wherever they passed, they were like a sharp knife, and they directly tore the opponent's camp apart.
As one goes up and down, the people on the other side are even more depressed. In just a short while, several top masters fell, which is definitely a huge blow to their morale. Many people even have the idea of retreating.
"Hehehehehehehe..."
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the void, accompanied by a gray figure flying directly into the direction of Xuanyou Valley, which was the courtyard where Yang Yinger and others were.
"Bastard, you're looking for death!" After seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face suddenly changed suddenly, and then a look of anger flashed in his eyes. The dragon soul gun in his hand shook. In an instant, an extremely terrifying and fierce gun light also soared into the sky and swept directly towards the figure.
"hey-hey……"
As if he had already predicted Yang Jian's movements, the figure laughed strangely, then his body twisted strangely, and instantly avoided Yang Jian's attack, and flew into it with constant speed.
"Bastard! Get back to Master Ben!"
After seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face became even more ugly, and he immediately flew towards Xuanyou Valley.
"Hmph, boy, your opponent is this emperor!"
But at this moment, the void in front of Yang Jian suddenly twisted, and then a black figure appeared out of thin air and blocked directly in front of Yang Jian. Then the other party reached out and slapped his hand, and a terrifying palm wind swept towards Yang Jian's body instantly.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, Yang Jian's body was instantly shocked. Although he was not injured, he had been stopped.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!" After looking at the person opposite, an extremely cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. Opposite him was an old man in black clothes, thin body, and a cold air all over his body, especially the old man's eyes were full of sinisterness, which made people feel a little cold at first glance.
"A boy who doesn't know how high the sky is!" After hearing Yang Jian's words, the old man in black also said coldly, and then a powerful aura instantly emanated from the old man's body, and a powerful aura directly enveloped Yang Jian's body.
"Old Zamao, get out of here!" After feeling the aura of the old man, Yang Jian's face became a little solemn. The aura of the old man in front of him was much stronger than that of the Emperor Qingtian who had destroyed before. No, it should be said that he was much more powerful. If Emperor Qingtian was a person who had just entered the realm of the emperor, then the old man in front of him was definitely a strong man in the realm of the emperor. Judging from the aura of the other person, at least he was at the realm of the fifth or even sixth.
At the same time, the dragon soul gun in Yang Jian's hand continued to shoot out sharp guns, sweeping towards the old man's body, and flew towards the direction of Xuanyou Valley again.
"Bastard, you dare to be distracted when you fight with me. Let me die!" After seeing Yang Jian's actions, the face of the old man in black suddenly became extremely ugly, and he stretched out his hand and shook it. A black stick more than one meter long appeared in the old man's hand. At the top of the black stick was a blood-colored skeleton, which looked very strange and bloody, and accompanied by a cold breath also emanated from it.
The old man kept waving his hands. In an instant, waves of ghosts and howling sounds came, and strange winds shot directly at Yang Jian's side.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, Yang Jian felt a stinging pain coming from his eyebrows, and his spirit suddenly became in a daze.
"Hmm? No, what a weird soul attack!" Yang Jian's expression suddenly shook. The second soul in the sea of consciousness suddenly shone brightly, and mysterious auras were directly emitted from above. A purple light curtain also directly enveloped the second soul, and immediately isolated the strange attack.
"Soul-Devouring Stick!? Are you the Soul-Devouring Emperor!?" Yang Jian's eyes soon fell on the black stick in the other party's hand, and then he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but speak.
At this time, Yang Jian had already recognized that the black stick in the other party's hand was extraordinary. It was the famous soul-devouring stick. The soul-devouring stick was an emperor-grade divine weapon, and it was the natal magic weapon of the emperor-level master Soul-devouring Emperor. In this way, the identity of the old man in black was about to emerge.
The Soul-Devouring Emperor is a real giant in the Chaos Realm. He is a real demon giant. He is obviously much stronger than the previous Emperor Qingtian.
"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, it's this emperor!" After seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the Soul-Devouring Emperor sneered, but a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't expect that Yang Jian would block the attack of his soul-Devouring Rod so easily, which was obviously a bit beyond his expectations.
"snort!"
"ah!"
But at this moment, suddenly, a cold snorted sound came from the direction of Xuanyou Valley, followed by an extremely shrill scream, and then a gray figure flew backwards in an extremely embarrassed manner.
"What!?"
After hearing this sound, the Soul-Devouring Emperor and Yang Jian were both stunned, and their eyes immediately fell on the gray figure.
"hiss……"
Soon, the two of them couldn't help but gasp. They saw that the gray figure was covered in blood, and the head was bleeding from seven orifices. The eyes were wide open, and the vitality on their bodies began to pass away quickly. They looked like they were dying with their eyes closed, and their bodies became extremely twisted, with almost no complete bone. Finally, the body fell directly to the ground. After twitching for a while, there was no movement. It was obvious that they could not survive.
"How, how is that possible!"
After seeing this scene, the face of the Soul-Devouring Emperor suddenly became extremely ugly. He was very clear about the identity of the old man in gray. He was an elder of the Batian Sect, and his cultivation level had reached the realm of the Great Emperor. Although his cultivation level was not as terrifying as him, he had reached the realm of the Third Turn Emperor, which was much stronger than the previous Emperor Qingtian.