Chapter 1327: The Ye Family Again

Ling Zhang's pupils were bloodshot, and his fingertips frantically carved magic patterns on the array plate. The killing array on all sides suddenly burst into a dazzling red light.

The surging spiritual power was instantly injected into his body.

Veins bulged on his neck, and lines on his skin spread rapidly as if they were alive.

But in a short while, his skin cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, oozing out black and red liquid: "Ye Tianming! Do you think you can beat me just because you are at the same level? Dream on!"

Before he finished speaking, the demonic energy around him transformed into a ferocious ghost face, and his aura soared to the level of transcending tribulation.

The two characters "Ask" on the dome of the hall were corroded by the evil spirit, leaving charred cracks. Sticky black blood oozed out of the formation patterns on the ground, which actually melted the gold bricks under Ye Tianming's feet into magma.

Everyone present was shocked.

"It's actually a forbidden technique of the demon clan!"

No one expected that their deputy sect leader would be able to master such terrifying Indian martial arts.

The power of the four-way killing array was actually completely integrated by him.

With such a terrifying aura, I’m afraid Ye Tianming won’t have much chance of winning!

Uncle Fu and the others all looked worried and nervous.

Ye Tianming looked quietly at Ling Zhang in front of him, with golden light shining in his eyes and a firm gaze.

Spiritual power surged, and the wings behind him spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

The moment Kunpeng's shadow rose, the true dragon bloodline also erupted at the same time.

In just a moment, the cyan-gold scales had covered the entire body.

The aura of the golden dragon flows through each scale, carrying extremely powerful defensive power.

Ye Tianming roared to the sky, and the power of the true dragon swept across the entire venue.

"Kunpeng Wuji Fist!"

The shadow behind Ye Tianming clenched his claws.

The spiritual power in the void gathered on Ye Tianming's fist like a whirlpool.

A ferocious fist fell from the void, heading towards the hideous ghost face.

"prick!"

With a loud bang, the ghost mask was shattered into pieces.

The spiritual pillar on one side of the Five Elements Killing Formation collapsed with a loud bang.

Ling Zhang coughed up a mouthful of black blood, with horror in his eyes.

"Impossible... How can you be so strong?"

Even if the old man accepted a disciple, no matter how talented he was, without sufficient resources and time, it would be impossible for him to make such great progress.

Ye Tianming's expression was calm, and his shadow flashed, carrying with him supreme pressure.

"Second Brother, there are always people who are better than you. Admit defeat!"

Ling Zhang looked at the dragon-shaped shadow floating behind Ye Tianming and suddenly laughed crazily, "You want me to admit defeat? Dream on! Since I can't beat you, let's die together!"

As he spoke, he bit his fingertips, and the blood mixed with spiritual power quickly drew nine blood runes in the air.

Almost instantly, the nine elders who were originally in the hall suddenly showed expressions of horrifying pain on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies seemed to be drained of all their blood, flesh, bones, and spiritual power. All of their blood, flesh, bones, and spiritual power poured out at once and transformed into blood-red threads that were transmitted into Ling Zhang's body.

The hall suddenly fell into chaos, and Uncle Fu and others were horrified when they saw this scene.

"It turned out to be the Soul Devouring Demonic Art! But we can't let him continue to harm the other Tianmen leaders!"

In a hurry, Fu Bo turned his head to look at the elderly people behind him, bowed and said: "My fellow elders, now that the young master has returned, I hope you can stop Ling Zhang for the sake of the old master! Protect the top leaders of Tianmen!"

The faces of the old men were also filled with indignation and anger.

"I never thought that the old sect leader would be so foolish as to leave behind a villain! It's a pity that we wasted our cultivation and quit the upper echelons."

"No matter what we do today, we will not let this villain succeed in his plan!"

As they were talking, everyone mobilized their spiritual power and sent out hand seals into the air.

The blood talisman controlled by Ling Zhang devoured and fused the power.

Although his eyes were bloodshot and full of malice, he couldn't care less at this moment.

His eyes turned and were already aimed at Ye Tianming.

"go to hell!"

The moment the voice fell, the blood talisman turned into a giant blood dragon and pounced towards Ye Tianming.

Wherever the blood talisman passed, the space was distorted, and the shadow of the real dragon was also corroded and gaps were left.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart!"

Ling Zhang's seal technique kept changing, as if thousands of ghosts were pouring out from the cracks in the formation, biting at Ye Tianming's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Tianming felt a splitting headache, countless hideous faces flashed before his eyes, and the screams of the dead rang in his ears.

The spiritual power that was originally controlled also became unstable at this moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Zhang's figure was like a ghost, with a dark red blade tightly grasped in his skinny hand, exuding bloodthirsty power, and stabbed Ye Tianming's chest fiercely.

Although Ye Tianming's consciousness was in a state of confusion, he still forced himself to perform the Nine Heavens Cloud Dragon Step the moment he sensed the danger.

He dodged, and although it was difficult, he still managed to avoid the vital points.

puff!

The sharp blade pierced his right shoulder, blood splattered, and he looked extremely miserable.

“Hahahaha!” Ling Zhang was like a madman, “Ye Tianming, even if you are the new sect leader designated by the old man, so what? Today, you have to…”

Before he even uttered the word "death", Ling Zhang's voice stopped abruptly.

Ye Tianming's left hand turned into a dragon claw and actually crushed the dark red blade.

The blood gushing out of the wound on his right shoulder flowed into the dragon bone, and an even more powerful true dragon power was released from Ye Tianming's body.

The entire Hidden Mist Mountain began to shake violently.

Behind Ye Tianming, a huge dragon shadow condensed from the void.

The dragon eyes as big as a basin locked onto Ling Zhang, and Ling Zhang's terrified face was reflected in the dragon eyes.

Ye Tianming's eyes became clear.

The moment the spiritual power surged, the sharp claws had already grabbed Ling Zhang's neck fiercely, slapped him out with one claw, and smashed him to the ground.

"Look at what you have done! You actually used these evil magics of the demon clan to devour the power of your fellow disciples!"

"Master, have you learned everything I have taught you over the years?"

Ling Zhang was trembling all over. The madness in his eyes finally calmed down a little, revealing a trace of painful regret: "I... I just want to become stronger..."

"Becoming stronger is not an excuse to fall." Ye Tianming gathered lightning on his fingertips, "As we are from the same sect, tell me, where did you get this technique from?"

At the beginning, the master had sent him a message saying that he had confiscated some evil magic from the place he was going to and brought it back to Tianmen.

Now that the old man has disappeared, it must be related to the source of the evil magic!

He had to find out!

Ling Zhang looked confused and in pain, and did not hide anything: "It was the Ye family! They gave me this evil magic and wanted to help me become the master of Tianmen!"

Ye Tianming's eyes were solemn, and the spiritual power in his fingertips surged and rushed into Ling Zhang's body.

With a crisp sound, Ling Zhang's dantian was completely shattered. He let out a shrill scream and then fainted.

At this moment, the remaining middle and high-level officials of Tianmen also wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Uncle Fu led the elders to approach, looking at the devastated hall, and they all knelt in front of Ye Tianming, "Young Sect Master, the old Sect Master is missing, please take charge of the situation!"

Ye Tianming stood up, the shadow of the dragon scales slowly faded away, revealing a tired but determined face, "Okay!"

He responded and looked outside the temple at the clear sky again.

His responsibility has just begun!