Responsibility is something that hates, but it is something that everyone must face.

When Ye Yuan dissipated and abandoned, many negative emotions began to surge into his heart. The rage, humiliation, and shock all turned into pure murderous intent and murderous aura. The layers of murderous intent and murderous aura that erupted from the layer by layer had exceeded the limit of Ye Yuan's body's bearing and restraint. Outside his body, strands of murderous aura that turned into a substantial Yin wind lingered around Ye Yuan's body, and the murderous intent that had created an illusion turned into a blood-colored purgatory spreading with Ye Yuan as the center.

Looking at the cultivator with horror in his eyes, Ye Yuan took a breath. There was obviously no air in the endless void, but Ye Yuan felt a heart-bending coldness, coldness.

As his eyes changed, a cold light shone on the monk, and Ye Yuan's murderous intent had already surged and his head hurt.

"Dog guy, I'm going to peel you off!"

The cultivator saw the light around Ye Yuan dissipating, and the fear seemed to turn into a sneer after a moment of shock. It seemed that if Ye Yuan was from the Rixing clan, he might also be afraid. Ye Yuan was a human race, then it seemed that Ren Sha Ren scraped him.

The monk shook his right hand, and a soft sword that looked like a poisonous snake appeared in his hand. The sword energy that was spewed out of the software was dozens of feet long, and it was full of sharp and cold breaths when he swallowed and vomited.

Looking at Ye Yuan, the monk's eyes were full of mockery and disdain, and he sneered, "It turns out that he is a nosy boy, an ant who is not even in the fairyland, and he dares to speak out loud here. I don't know how you pretend to be the Rixing Clan, but since you are not from the Rixing Clan, then die!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the cultivator's body slowly dissipating, and his body had already swung up. A stream of murderous intent locked on Ye Yuan's eyebrows. In an instant, a drop of blood oozed out of Ye Yuan's eyebrows. The pure sword intent locked enough to hurt Ye Yuan!

After the masters of the fairyland have completely exploded, they are actually so easy to deal with. I thought it was an ambush from the Rixing clan, so this guy would naturally run as far as possible. Because if the Rixing clan was ambushing and trading, it would be impossible for only one master to appear. At least they are all capable of killing both sides at the same time. But now, it is obvious that only Ye Yuan is the only one, so there are not so many concerns.

Even, Ye Yuan must be killed and silenced. The trafficking of human race must not be put on the table.

Before the sword arrived, the sword intent had arrived, and Ye Yuan's murderous intent exploded to the limit. However, his expression became calm. The body of the soul witch is always the biggest flaw, but the strongest thing of the soul witch is the soul!

Ignoring the sword cultivator whose speed had exceeded his sight after urging the sword intent, Ye Yuan opened his mouth and shouted: "Frightened!"

The pure soul witch's means. The pure soul competition!

With a shout, the Dharma followed, an invisible ripple swept across a thousand miles of land in an instant, spreading out in the Void Realm River. A few miles in front of Ye Yuan, the sword cultivator's figure instantly appeared. A trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

A sense of fear from the soul emerges. When fear is purely in the soul, the weak will feel fear from the soul. Their strength will be weakened by more than 30% in an instant, and the soul will be in a state of panic and fear for a period of time.

The sword cultivator was shrouded in his heart with a deep layer of fear, and he kept thinking of escaping, but he understood that Ye Yuan's strength was actually extremely weak, and he would not take much time to cut Ye Yuan under the sword. The secret that trafficked human race to the alien race would be forever submerged in this void world river. As long as he was not caught, even if he was suspicious, no one could do anything to the Iron Sword Sect.

Tie Chang has always been in this contradictory state. How can he exert his strength? When he took action, he became timid. Looking at Ye Yuan, who was expressionless and had a larger murderous intent on his body, his murderous aura and murderous intent were stronger than that of the top sword cultivator. The struggle between Tie Chang's belief in killing and the fear in his heart became more and more intense.

The Iron Sword Sect is a sword cultivator sect in the Shushan Sword Realm, which directly belongs to the Shushan Sword Realm. The Shushan Sword Realm is a holy place for human sword cultivators, and a relatively large small world.

Tie Chang is an external deacon inside the Tiejianmen. He is always outside, but in fact he is secretly presided over these human trafficking tasks.

Ye Yuan didn't know this. He was only thinking about one thing now, that is, to peel Tie Chang's skin.

Tie Chang's inner struggle was fierce. Although the attack was sharp, the sword energy directly cut through the void and caused waves in the void realm river, Ye Yuan could no longer do anything about it. The sword intent was gone. The pure sword energy and lethality were equivalent to shooting randomly for masters who had lost their targets.

The power of the soul turned, and the unknown mystery three inches between the eyebrows was, Ye Yuan's soul suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to drink a sound of the soul.

"Frightened!"

The ripples instantly swept across Tiechang's soul, and its soul trembled. This time there was no medium, and it was a pure and ultimate soul competition. Tiechang's wrist shook and the sword energy shot out completely lost its direction.

Ye Yuan stepped on the void and walked step by step.

"Frightened!"

"Frightened!"

Every time he blew, Ye Yuan's soul would tremble slightly, but Tiechang's soul would tremble violently, causing him to lose most of his control over his body, and his soul seemed to be in a state of convulsion.

Ye Yuan had no expression on his face, but the murderous intent in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. He could not give this guy any chance, give him any chance to escape, nor give him any chance to take action.

Otherwise, if an immortal in the fairyland wants to escape, Ye Yuan cannot keep him. At most, he can only be injured or destroyed. If the opponent has the opportunity to take action, it will be the sword cultivator's ultimate move. Regardless of it, Ye Yuan can only dodge.

Ye Yuan wants him to die!

Three consecutive sounds of souls, and the fearful witchcraft was used directly with the soul three times in a row. Tiechang's soul had completely spasmed, and the connection between the soul and the body became very slim, just like an ordinary person who would never have the ability to make subtle manipulations when he had an epileptic seizure. The soul was like a spasm, which completely turned his strength into a waste.

After three consecutive sounds, Ye Yuan stretched out his right hand and shook it gently. A series of dark texts written with the power of the soul flew out. The sound of iron chains sounded in the void. Four tangible and unstructured iron locks penetrated Tiechang's hands and feet. The four iron locks penetrated the air shoulders, chest, dantian, and one from the back of his neck.

The nine soul-detaining chains turned into a formation to tie it into the void. The body that had lost most of its connection with the soul was completely bound. All its acquired consciousness power that continued in the body was also bound and locked, and his powerful spiritual power was completely locked in the spiritual platform sea of ​​consciousness.

Tie Chang's eyes were incredible. He looked at these tangible chains, and then felt the body that had completely lost control. Only his head was still under its control. His spiritual consciousness broke through the body and wanted to force his body to control his body with his spiritual consciousness, but found that his spiritual consciousness could not extend at all.

Ye Yuan snapped his fingers, and a strand of soul fire as big as a fingernail flew out. He lightly burned on the spiritual consciousness that the iron Chang extended out of his body. A translucent flame instantly appeared in the void, sweeping across dozens of miles apart. The spiritual consciousness that extended out of his body was instantly ignited and burned to death.

Tie Chang screamed, his head burned from the inside to the outside, with severe pain, from the soul to the soul, in an instant, Tie Chang's last line of consciousness completely collapsed.

The light in Ye Yuan's eyes burst into flames. After seizing this opportunity, several Wu Wens shot out, and as the flaws revealed in his mind, they shot directly into his eyebrows. The spiritual consciousness in his spiritual platform sea of ​​consciousness, which looked like a sea, was attracted by a Wu Wen. This Wu Wen absorbed the power of the spiritual consciousness, and then in turn suppressed his spiritual consciousness sea.

Several other Wu Wen flew into the Purple Palace. Several Wu Wen Wen was a slender finger phantom, pointing straight on the huge giant sword in the Purple Palace.

In this giant sword, Tie Chang's soul was protected. After the phantom of the finger was pointed on it, the giant sword was not injured at all, but when the invisible waves emanated, the giant sword seemed to be unable to stop it. The wave swept across the soul inside the giant sword. The soul trembled, and a phantom of a finger was inserted into the eyebrows. A crack slowly began to spread from the part between the eyebrows.

Ye Yuan's face was cold, and he pointed at the soul of Shattered Tiechang, which was very fragile to Ye Yuan, the soul witch. Then he stretched out his hand and took out a finger knife. A trace of soul fire covered the finger knife. Then the slowly the soul fire was constantly controlled and condensed, turning into an inch-long air blade that extended out from the finger knife's blade like an air blade.

With a light shout, Ye Yuan's right hand turned into a shadow and danced.

"Lingchi!"

A buzzing sound of skinning sounded, and a complete human skin was peeled off, and then Tiechang's flesh and blood were transformed into the tiniest spider silk, like a burst of fireworks blooming in the void.

The flesh and blood were peeled off in an instant, and a miserable white skeleton stood in the void. The sword body of the skeleton was penetrated by a soul-retaining chain. His head was covered with cracks like spider webs and stared at Ye Yuan in a daze...)
Chapter completed!