Chapter 139: Ultimately Became the Direct Disciple of the Demon Lord

Ten thousand ghosts danced wildly, arranging the formation under Chen Ye's control.

To "torture" the Sect Master, Chen Ye was arranging such a massive formation for the first time.

However, facing a Void Return realm expert, even if the opponent made no resistance, Chen Ye had to bring forth his utmost skill.

The Sect Master watched Chen Ye's serious demeanor, his eyebrows twitching repeatedly.

This brat truly has no intention of being polite at all.

It took a long time before Chen Ye finally finished arranging the formation.

"No need, I will just rest nearby. Since Xie Tong is still in a somewhat dangerous state in her current situation, if an emergency arises later, I can step out to resolve it immediately," Dr. Jiang said with a smile.

The bandages flew into the air; the moment sunlight struck them, they instantly ignited, becoming a fire dragon that burned completely in the sky, turning to ash and vanishing without a trace.

Although he was not very clear on Japan, he knew the Emperor was merely a figure of faith in Japan, an existence hollowed out of power. He held no authority, had nothing, and spent his entire life at the mercy of others.

In fact, many martial artists know such illusionary techniques to deceive the eyes, yet they hold little practical meaning and cannot perfectly block Qi force, making them easy to see through; but if one blocks the Qi force, the technique becomes difficult to cast successfully.

"Regardless, you truly cast a curse on us; if we do not avenge this grudge, what face will we have left to mix in the circle?" a burly man with knotted muscles roared in anger.

Since the Water of Life has already been absorbed by him, there is no need to fight for time anymore; proceeding steadily to minimize casualties is what should be done.

"No way, this old fellow's power is too great; even with all of us combining forces, we are no match." Xiaoyao Yu'er used the Xiaoyao Sword Art to resist him; although the Xiaoyao Sword Art advanced with growing dominance, it still failed to make a point at this moment and was directly brushed aside.

Flashes of lightning and thunder covered the form of that Thunder Shadow; the purple shadow, which had been slightly visible, was instantly engulfed by the purple lightning.

Of course, if the youth before them dared to resist, they would all pounce, pin down his limbs, let Bai Shao vent his anger properly, and afterwards claim it was a normal arrest, leaving no one able to say anything.

However, Old Liu's words stopped halfway; he saw his entire body churn as if boiling, his flesh and skin beginning to peel off, and even his bones melting along with it.

The Martial Dao True Body's deduction just now indeed only proved that the Great Emperor of Burying Heaven and the Demon Lord and others were similar, all coming from the Great Thousand World, immortal and undying.

A truly excellent card, of course, requires an instant switch to a Yellow Card; but first, Wan Xuan's operation was not that sharp, and second, since there was time to prepare, why switch instantly? Switching to the Yellow Card early isn't it better to be prepared?

Gu Yan—Leo. The arrogant tsundere who stands alone as supreme can only be a Leo; on this point, I am absolutely certain and sure.

People like Ying Tian and Jin Yu, although they also heard the sound of the Morning Bell, had no opportunity to undergo the baptism of the Morning Bell Dao Art, and the lifespan they lost could not be restored to its original state.

Her voice trembled slightly; Li Mingxuan, who held her hand tightly, could feel her nervousness. She had pinned all her hopes on his answer.

Under the pressure of a Jin Dan realm expert, Ye Qingli was actually very guilty in her heart. She lowered her eyelids slightly and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It was thanks to Lu Yun helping me nearby; if not for it, your disciple would have long ago..." Thinking of the dangers involved, her face showed a look of panic, and that expression was not faked.

As Qingzhi stepped in, she spoke indifferently, then saw the youth behind him. Although his bones had grown, his figure had changed, and his features had become fuller, that distinct scent could not be changed: the flying squirrel spirit that followed An Wuyi's butt day after day.

The Miss rose and left; this Pure Yang disciple then exchanged glances with the two people who had been frightened into a daze.