Chapter 1592: Battle of the Flesh

Suddenly, he felt his magic power rapidly diminishing, and the expression of the Evil Spirit Lord changed greatly.

"How dare you, the humble human race, plot against me!"

The Evil Spirit Lord was furious.

At this time, he not only felt that the evil power in his body was greatly suppressed by the thunder, but also felt a tingling sensation in his mind. Although it was not strong, it greatly affected his ability to cast spells to escape.

He never expected that he, a powerful earthly immortal, would be trapped by a low-level cultivator.

When Ye Chunyang and King Nanxuan just came to the hall, the Evil Spirit Lord was surprised that Ye Chunyang had a flying sword of thunder, but because he was lurking in secret at that time, he had been prepared.

Now the roles were reversed, and the Evil Spirit Lord was caught without any preparation.

The cave cultivators who were about to evacuate were surprised when they heard the thunder behind them.

Then they saw the figure who controlled the thunder and lightning in the air, and the Evil Spirit Lord who was trapped in the sword formation, and their faces were filled with deep disbelief.

"How could he fight against the Evil Spirit Lord on his own?"

"No! It was his flying sword that restrained the Evil Spirit Lord's magic power, and at the same time, he used soul magic to temporarily make him lose the power of action."

"This kid...hidden very deeply!"

The sound of sucking in cold air came one after another.

The cave heaven masters of the two clans were shocked and could not believe what they saw.

What level of cultivation is the Evil Spirit Lord? How could Ye Chunyang, a low-level cultivator with only the spiritual power of the Dao Foundation Realm, control him?

"Boy! When I get out of this, I will definitely extract your soul and refine your blood, and refine you into the ghost of my evil clan!"

The Evil Spirit Lord said furiously, and the magic power in his body was frantically urged, ready to forcefully break out of the sword formation.

At this moment, his expression changed.

"Hahaha!"

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Ye, for your help!"

There was a wild laugh from the side, and King Nanxuan flashed over.

He was also full of shock in his eyes.

It was Ye Chunyang who had sent him a message before, asking him to lead the Evil Spirit Lord to this place, and then restrain him with the power of the thunder in the flying sword.

King Nanxuan did not doubt that the power of the thunder could suppress the evil spirits, but Ye Chunyang's spiritual power cultivation was only at the perfect Dao Foundation Realm after all, and no matter how strong the thunder was, it could not be used to the extreme, so he did not have much hope for his ambush.

However, after experiencing many things, King Nanxuan saw too many impossible things happen to Ye Chunyang, and under some strange circumstances, he listened to what he said and led the Evil Spirit Lord here.

As a result, Ye Chunyang's move surprised him greatly. Not only was he not repelled by the Evil Spirit Lord, but he actually trapped him with the sword formation.

At this time, while the Evil Spirit Lord was suppressed by the thunder, King Nanxuan flashed and immediately fell towards the dragon body.

As long as he could sit in his own body, he would have a way to expel the Evil Spirit Lord's soul.

Ye Chunyang was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and his eyes were filled with golden rainbows.

While activating the Great Thousand Sword Formation, the newly cultivated Tianhun Sect Soul Art and the Soul Controlling Spiritual Ability were also used, not daring to relax at all.

The next moment, there were loud roars, and King Nanxuan's spirit disappeared into the dragon's body. The dragon's eyes showed black and green light, and the two consciousnesses were fighting each other.

Suddenly, the dragon roared into the air, broke through the sword formation and rushed straight into the sky.

Eighty-one flying swords shot back, and Ye Chunyang's blood surged in his body, and he couldn't help but groan.

But at this time, there was another roar in the air, and the black dragon's body shook violently a few times, and a green light escaped from between his eyebrows, turning into the figure of a middle-aged man floating in the air.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a green robe, and his appearance was elegant and handsome, but his eyes were cold and gloomy.

Judging from the aura emanating from him, it was obviously the evil spirit master.

After the middle-aged man escaped from the dragon, the black dragon's eyes shot out fiercely, and auspicious clouds appeared under its feet. It exuded a fierce momentum that dominated the world, and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha!"

"It's been 80,000 years! After sleeping for 80,000 years, this king finally regained his true body!"

The familiar voice of King Nanxuan echoed in the air. At this time, he had completely regained his body.

Ye Chunyang looked up and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Boom!"

A surging breath rushed into the sky.

In the air, colorful and spiritual energy gathered quickly.

After regaining his true body, King Nanxuan's breath soared rapidly, and his body was filled with heavy golden clouds. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth vibrated with his breathing, like the tide.

Ye Chunyang narrowed his eyes.

Having once ascended to heaven in the human world, Ye Chunyang was very familiar with King Nanxuan's breath. It was very similar to the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth caused by his advancement to the God Transformation Stage.

"You evil clan dare to seize my true body. Today, you will die here!"

King Nanxuan roared, and the black light on his body surged like a torrent.

His body did not move, and a dragon claw suddenly stretched out.

"Zila la" a sharp sound, under the claw wind, the void rippled, like a broken mirror, and fragments of nothingness shot out.

Under a claw, the void was shattered.

The cultivators of the two clans were shaken.

"This is the true strength of the earthly immortal!"

Zhen Haode sighed in his heart.

There is nothing better than this to tear the sky and split the earth!

They have spent their entire lives trying to pursue this kind of strength, and when they really saw it, they realized the horror of this realm.

Seeing the claw wind coming, the green-robed middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Chunyang, with murderous intent.

If he had a body that could be perfectly integrated with his own, his strength might not be inferior to King Nanxuan, but now that the true dragon body has been taken back by King Nanxuan, the situation has been reversed. With a ghost body, he is definitely not King Nanxuan. opponent.

"You human boy, go to hell!"

The evil spirit lord was furious.

In order to get this real dragon body, he was trapped here for tens of thousands of years, and he has only been able to escape today. He was only one step away from completely seizing this body. The appearance of Ye Chunyang made it all come to nothing. How could he do it? Don’t be angry from your heart?

Under the dazzling rainbow of light, Ye Chunyang's heart froze, and the blue cloud wings spread out behind him, leaving an afterimage in place, and his figure fled far away.

"Can you escape!"

The Evil Spirit Lord let out a cold and angry laugh, turned into a green rainbow and pursued madly.

"The account between you and me has not yet been settled, so it is best not to be distracted."

Elsewhere, King Nanxuan, who had stretched out his dragon claws, saw this scene and immediately turned his claws to block it.

The Lord of Evil Spirits had an angry look on his face, and shot out a frightening rainbow with his backhand. Green flames suddenly surged around him, dispelling King Nanxuan's attack.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Chunyang had already escaped several hundred feet away using the Shadowless Escape Body Technique and Qingyun Wings.

It was a complete fluke that he was able to succeed before.

Given the power of the Evil Spirit Lord, under other circumstances, even if the Eighty-one Death Sword had the power to restrain Yin Evil, it would never be able to easily trap him.

But the Evil Spirit Lord had no idea that Ye Chunyang could not only restrain him with his flying sword, but also his invisibility was so invisible that he didn't even notice it.

What's more, in the eyes of everyone, Ye Chunyang is just a low-level monk. Who would have thought that he would be so bold as to ambush a strong man from the Earthly Immortal Realm?

It was precisely for this reason that the Evil Spirit Lord did not take Ye Chunyang seriously.

Unexpectedly, in a moment of carelessness, Ye Chunyang defeated the strong with the weak and trapped him in the sword formation.

What surprised the Lord of Evil Spirits the most was that at the moment when Ye Chunyang was driving the sword array to restrain his evil energy, he used soul magic to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, making him temporarily defenseless.

Combining all these factors, Ye Chunyang's seemingly unexpected sneak attack was actually a step-by-step plan. After precise calculations, he achieved such an impossible thing with his humble power and helped King Nanxuan regain his true body.

"Stab it!"

Just when Ye Chunyang stopped escaping the light, his expression suddenly changed and he looked somewhere in the void.

I saw a black streak appear out of thin air, expanding rapidly, and then a fierce wind roared. Two figures were looming in it. When the black streak extended to several feet wide, a man and a woman were spit out from it.

The two were in their twenties. The woman had a beautiful face and a cold temperament, while the man was dressed in black clothes and had an ordinary appearance and an indifferent expression, but he looked somewhat similar to Ye Chunyang.

The two men showed up right next to Ye Chunyang without hesitation.

"Ye Chunyang?"

The woman escaped from the void. She was a little confused at first, but when she saw the person next to her clearly, she couldn't help but be shocked.

"Why is it you?" Ye Chunyang looked at the woman's familiar face and was equally surprised.

This woman is Nie Xin.

And the indifferent man beside him who looked somewhat similar to him was naturally his clone Ye Xiaobao.

Ye Chunyang sensed that the clone was nearby before, but he didn't expect that the two of them would be involved in the void space.

Nie Xin opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly a hurricane roared beside her. Ye Chunyang grabbed her and flew away at high speed.

At the same time, a green light fell from the sky, hitting the place where the three of them were before, leaving a deep and huge pit.

Nie Xin looked stern.

Seeing Ye Chunyang avoid his attack again, the Evil Spirit Lord couldn't help but be surprised.

It is hard to imagine that such a magical power of seclusion can be possessed by a monk whose spiritual power is only at the Taoist level.

He wanted to cast the spell again, but suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and the Nanxuan King's dragon claw struck again.

The Evil Spirit Lord's face was gloomy and he didn't care about dealing with Ye Chunyang anymore, so he had to dodge.

"Huh? What a wonderful body."

Just when the Evil Spirit Lord quickly avoided King Nanxuan's attack, he looked at Ye Xiaobao next to Ye Chunyang, his eyes focused.

"This person has spiritual power but weak consciousness, and he also has the qualifications of Heavenly Spiritual Root. How could there be such a strange person in the world?"

The Evil Spirit Lord's consciousness swept over Xiaobao's body, revealing a look of surprise.

Then he seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly became happy.

He slapped his palm back and gave King Nanxuan a hard blow. Then he swayed and disappeared in a strange way.

King Nanxuan missed the target with one strike. Suspense flashed in his eyes, and he immediately released his consciousness to search for the traces of the Evil Spirit Lord.

Ye Chunyang also frowned when he saw this scene, but then he felt something and his expression suddenly changed.

A "chi" sound.

A black streak appeared out of thin air behind them, a flash of green light flashed out from it, and the Evil Spirit Lord appeared behind the three of them like a ghost.

"The secret of time and space?" King Nanxuan was surprised.

Ye Chunyang felt cold in his heart, and his Qingyun wings were about to flutter.

But unexpectedly, the Evil Spirit Lord did not cast a spell attack on him. Instead, he turned around and his soul moved towards Ye Xiaobao.

He actually wanted to take away his clone!