Ye Wuchang transformed into the Lord of Dark Night, holding an ancient black sword, flashing across the dark sky. The ancient black sword in his hand danced continuously, and screams came one after another in an instant.

On the other side, Wang Teng flashed and arrived in an instant

Next to Ye Qianzhong, a soft force shot out, catching Ye Qianzhong who was knocked away by the two god emperors.

"Qianzhong, how are you?"

Zhou Song, Lingmu Sword Master and others also gathered around and looked at Ye Qianzhong.

"I'm fine. Thanks to Xiaosong's timely action and the defensive formation, I withstood most of the force. This residual power swept over me and couldn't kill me."

Ye Qianzhong steadied his body, his face flushed slightly, suppressed the surging blood in his body, and spoke.

Then his eyes fell on Ye Wuchang, who was attacking the two god emperors in front. When he saw that Ye Wuchang had instantly killed the two strong men in the middle stage of the god emperors, he was shocked and ignored his own injuries. He was very nervous.

: "Let me go, why is this guy Wichang's strength even more powerful than before?"

When the Lingmu Sword Master, Jingzhe Sword Master, Gu Qingfeng, Dao Wuhen and others heard this, their eyes changed, and they were also shocked.

Even Wang Teng couldn't help but be moved, and his eyes flickered. Unexpectedly, Ye Wuchang was much stronger than he imagined. He actually killed two powerful men in the middle stage of the God Emperor with his sword alone!

But, what is going on with the strong death aura and the strong power of death on Ye Wuchang?

"This breath... why does it feel familiar to me? I seem to have seen this power of death somewhere before?"

Wang Teng stared at Ye Wuchang, feeling the mysterious, strange, and extremely powerful power of death in Ye Wuchang, and he couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.

Beside him, the bald-headed crane also looked thoughtful, then suddenly widened his eyes and said:

"Ah, I remembered it!"

"Sir, do you still remember the Yellow Spring Sacred River you saw in the Land of the Meteor God?"

Hearing Bald Crane's words, Wang Teng's eyes suddenly froze, he immediately recalled it, and said in shock: "It's him! The power of death in Wu Chang's body and the power of death emanating from that person are as if they were withdrawn!

What's going on, how come there is that person's aura of power on Wu Chang?"

Wang Teng couldn't help but feel shocked inside.

When they were in the lower realm, deep in the Land of the Meteor God, Wang Teng and Bald-headed Crane encountered the Yellow Spring Holy River, and in the Yellow Spring Holy River, they met "Xiao Hei", an old friend of the Wutian Demon Lord.

In addition, there is a black-robed young man sealed in the Yellow Spring Sacred River.

The young man in black robe sealed himself at the bottom of the Holy River of Underworld, hoping to use the huge vitality of the Holy River of Underworld to suppress the power of death in his body, so that the Holy River of Underworld was filled with a large amount of this power of death.

In the Yellow Spring Holy River, any large area shrouded by the leaked power of death will become an absolute place of death.

At first, Wang Teng wanted to refine the power of death, but Xiao Hei stopped him and told him that the power of death was extremely evil and powerful. It had life and consciousness and should not be contaminated or provoked.

Otherwise, it will definitely swallow up the vitality and be deprived of life in an instant.

At the same time, Wang Teng also learned some things about the young man in black robe from Xiao Hei's mouth.

According to what Xiao Hei said, when the young man in black robe came to him, he asked him to use the Yellow Spring Sacred River to suppress him. His strength was terrifying, but he wanted to die but could not.
Chapter completed!