Chapter 705: He is such a fucking tough guy!

The Holy Ancestor hid in the ground more than ten meters underground, and Ye Yangcheng naturally had a way to kill him directly. The easiest way was to use spiritual power and spells to activate heavenly thunder. As long as the heavenly thunder struck the earthly thunder, it could instantly collide with the yin spirit power in the earthly thunder, and then trigger a big explosion.

Ye Yangcheng had every reason to believe that this Holy Ancestor could not have escaped the power of the big explosion. The only result was that the spirit body was dissipated in the big explosion, the soul fire was extinguished, and the soul was directly dispersed.

However, what does this spiritual body-shaped Saint Ancestor mean to Yeyang City? Thousand-year-old ginseng is right. Yeyang City has never seen such a powerful evil spirit so far. If it directly triggers a big explosion and kills him, wouldn’t it mean that he himself used a cannon to knock a thousand-year-old ginseng into a slag?

Ye Yangcheng would not do this kind of losing money. The best way to deal with this saint ancestor is undoubtedly to use the divine thunder technique to force him out of the earth, and then...

The long roar echoed in the air for a long time, but Ye Yangcheng's face was filled with joy and a strange smile appeared. It looked like a wolf grandmother saw the white rabbit.

He slightly raised his right hand and raised the Panlong Silver Spear, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the ground below, and was ready to attack the Holy Ancestor at any time.

The Holy Ancestor who rushed out like a crazy attack did not know that Ye Yangcheng had already been ready to wait for the rabbit. He only thought that Ye Yangcheng was now at the end of his strength, and such a huge attack would definitely consume no less power.

He compared it according to his own strength standards, but was shocked to find that even if he tried all his strength, he could only launch an attack of such strength once and a half. And such an estimate was based on his inability to launch the same attack and could only rely on calculations.

After such calculations, he finally concluded that although Ye Yangcheng is extremely arrogant now, he is definitely at the end of his strength. Even if he still has some strength, he will never be much more.

He took it for granted that Ye Yangcheng's performance was to release smoke bombs at him, trying to scare him in this way, and then gain more time to restore the previously consumed power.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was absolutely correct. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Ye Yangcheng was now like a lamb without resistance. He just needed to rush out and then move his feet manually to kill him easily

With such anticipation in his heart, he could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. Just as he rushed out of the strata and left the surface, he burst into laughter, his eyebrows full of hideous sè: "Hun the account, I will bear fruit today..."

"So your mother." Ye Yangcheng, who had been waiting in the air for a long time, saw a dark shadow rushing out from the ground, immediately knew that the Holy Ancestor rushed out from the ground. When he heard his hideous laughter, Ye Yangcheng also smiled coldly at him. Without saying a word, he waved his left hand and shouted: "Divine Thunder Technique"

"Boom..." The thick lightning formed by three thousand spiritual power fell in the sky. The holy ancestor's grim smile lasted for less than three seconds. He was frightened by the sudden falling lightning and said in a daze: "How can this be..."

Before he finished speaking, lightning had already slashed on the body of the Saint Ancestor. A feeling of pain as if the soul was burned swept across the body of the Saint Ancestor. However, after being hurt so much, he was not surprised but happy and laughed: "Hahaha... At the end of the strong crossbow, you are indeed at the end of the strong crossbow."

Although the intensity of this lightning made his soul numb, the destructive power felt from it was obviously much weaker than the two lightning bolts before. When he recalled his previous guesses, he was almost completely sure that Ye Yangcheng's strength was only pretending, but in fact he had already...

Thinking of this, the Holy Ancestor immediately mobilized the power of the yin spirit in his body and quickly blew the masculine aura brought by the divine thunder technique out of his body. Then he looked up at Ye Yangcheng in the air, and said with a cold smile: "Have you had enough fun? It's my turn to come out..."

"Divine Thunder Technique." Ye Yangcheng smiled at the Holy Ancestor and raised his hand and made another divine Technique. However, this time the intensity was reduced to two thousand spiritual power by him.

"Boom..." Before the laughing Saint Ancestor could come back to his senses, he was already slashed hard by the second divine thunder technique used by Ye Yangcheng, and his whole body twitched again. In fact, before being attacked this time, he had just driven out the masculinity in his body. This time, the divine thunder technique, which was a little weaker than before, basically did not cause any damage to him.

After just a muffled groan, the Holy Ancestor laughed again. He smiled and said, "Hehehehe... After I kill you today, I will return to China to kill all your close relatives and beloved... Oh, no, I will kill their bodies and then detain their souls...hehehehe..."

After a strange laugh, his face suddenly turned cold and he snorted: "I will let them be immersed in regret forever, and use their regret to repay your blood debts to kill my subordinates."

"Actually, one of your dogs killed one of my subordinates." Hearing the threat from the Holy Ancestor, the murderous intent in Ye Yangcheng's eyes became even stronger. He originally wanted to play a cat and a mouse trick, but at this time he no longer had such an idea.

With a dull look on the Holy Ancestor, Ye Yangcheng whispered: "Since both sides bear the other's blood debt, then...what are you still hesitating about?"

"What?" The Holy Ancestor was a little confused for a moment and was stunned for a moment and asked 'what'. Ye Yangcheng had no sound and started the third attack.

"Divine Thunder Technique" raised his left hand and gently swung it. One thousand five hundred spiritual power surged out of the Jiuxiao divine character, which was even weaker than the previous lightning bolts, struck down in the sky.

"Boom..." The Holy Ancestor did not hide or dodge, and laughed and endured this magical thunder technique with 1,500 points of spiritual power. While driving away the masculinity in his body, he laughed sarcastically: "If you only have these methods... Hehehe... Then die obediently."

"Who said... I only have these methods?" A slightly cold voice suddenly rang behind the Holy Ancestor with a strong joking smile.

"Ah?" Suddenly, he heard the sound behind him. The joking god on the Holy Ancestor's face was a stuttering heart. However, he did not immediately look back and look in the direction where the sound came. Instead, he stared blankly at the figure standing in the sky, and said astonished: "Split... clone technique?"

"Before dying, I'll tell you that this is not a clone technique... but an illusion technique." Ye Yangcheng, who had already used the instant movement technique to appear behind the Saint Ancestor, smiled faintly. While explaining to the Saint Ancestor what his method was called, he had secretly used three 9,000-point imprisonment techniques, completely bound the Saint Ancestor.

"..." The Saint Ancestor, who had no reaction at all, suddenly felt that the air around his body had solidified, as if he had frozen a living person with cement. This was a suffocating situation, but he didn't even have a chance to react.

Ye Yangcheng had three divine thunder techniques in succession, one of which was weaker than the other. The first purpose was of course to be afraid that the power would be too strong to hurt the Holy Ancestor, causing the cold energy in his body to drop sharply. The second purpose was to reduce his vigilance. After he was completely attracted by himself in the sky, he immediately used the phantom technique to leave a real phantom in the air and launched a sneak attack on him.

Obviously, Ye Yangcheng's strategy has been successful now. This evil ghost, who was strong enough to win the first place among the ghosts that Ye Yangcheng had seen, was easily imprisoned by Ye Yangcheng.

However, after the lesson of being subjected to dangerous situations in Yin Cao's underworld, Ye Yangcheng was not very relieved of this saint. After all, it was an evil ghost that had existed for many years. God knows if he has any secret techniques to keep his chest in mind?

In order to avoid any changes in the process of absorbing cold energy later, Ye Yangcheng also carefully chose to spend 27,000 points of spiritual power, and used three barrier techniques in one breath within the holy abdomen, completely controlling him in the barrier.

It was not until this time that Ye Yangcheng was completely relieved, tightened the Panlong Silver Spear in his hand, and his murderous eyes were tightly locked in the suppressed and unable to move, but he was glaring at his Saint Ancestor. A sneer suddenly appeared on his face and said, "I will kill you now, it seems that it is not worth the effort."

After a little heavy, Ye Yangcheng restrained the murderous intent on his face, smiled faintly at him, and said, "I'll ask you a few questions. As long as you answer me honestly, maybe I will consider giving you a life so that you won't let your soul go away. If you are willing to cooperate, turn your eyes. If you are unwilling to cooperate, don't move anything."

After the words came to an end, Ye Yangcheng stared at the evil ghost who claimed to be the saint...

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

"Bababa..." Ye Yangcheng suddenly put away the Panlong silver spear in his hand, applauded at him, nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, you really are a tough guy."

"..." The Holy Ancestor stared at Yeyang City, still motionless.

Ye Yangcheng's patience was completely lost. He took a deep breath and said coldly to him: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance when my soul is gone..."

With a heavy snorkeling, Ye Yangcheng waved more than a dozen barrier techniques again, ensuring that he could not break out of such a barrier, and then took action to condense the barrier into a basketball giant. After waving his hand to enter the Jiuxiao space, his knees bent slightly and his whole person soared into the sky.

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Chapter completed!