Chapter 457: Tears in My Eyes!

At the same time.

The Yin-Yang Ghost fell into an extremely violent state. It originally wanted to retreat, but Ye Junlin did not give it a chance.

In this case, it had to fight to the end!

"Die!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost raised one foot and stomped hard. The sole of the foot gathered endless power, and various strange runes intertwined.

Ye Junlin did not do anything fancy, and directly punched.

Swish, under the blessing of the power of the law, the golden fist print flew out as bright as the sun, and set off a surging energy atmosphere like a wave.

Rumble~

When the collision broke out, the leg that was like a pillar of heaven exploded instantly, turning into billions of black air and drifting away.

"Uh ah!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost had a painful face and a look of shock and anger in his eyes.

Because it could clearly feel that the terrible golden fist print was still rising, as if it was going to crush it completely.

"No, don't even think about it!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost howled to the sky, his long hair flying wildly, his hands raised high above his head and entangled, then smashed down fiercely, with a fierce and unparalleled momentum.

Crack, crack~

In the extremely fierce confrontation, the Yin-Yang Ghost was shaking violently, his arms and body showed spider-web-like cracks, and wisps of black air emerged.

"Damn it, if this goes on..."

"Little ones, come here!"

The roar resounded through the sky.

At this moment, billions of evil spirits seemed to be called, and they all moved and turned into surging waves to gather over.

Among them, you can see the fairy king-level evil spirits, and even the fairy emperor-level evil spirits. They all rushed into the Yin-Yang Ghost's body one after another without caring about their lives.

It was nourished greatly, and its body that was about to collapse was recovering rapidly, but due to the destruction of the golden fist print, the two entered a difficult pulling stage.

"I can block this punch!!!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost shouted with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

It put everything on the line, determined to break the myth that one punch would kill.

Gradually, the power of the golden fist was worn out.

In the shocked eyes of countless people, Yin Yang Ghost relied on his tenacious will and the power of the entire Immortal Burial Ground to barely resolve this terrifying punch.

"Oh my God, it did it!"

The whole audience was in an uproar.

The monks felt unbelievable, as if they saw the appearance of a miracle.

At this time, the gray sky was illuminated by the light of dawn. Yin Yang Ghost was covered in blood, his body was broken, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, panting. He raised a fist high, like a fighter who won the game, showing the world the posture of a winner.

Recalling the difficulties and obstacles of the whole process, Yin Yang Ghost felt how hard it was to come by.

Here, it wants to thank the Immortal Burial Ground and the hundreds of millions of evil spirits who supported it, allowing it to complete this great feat.

"My dead compatriots, did you see that? I did it, I really did it!"

"I finally blocked this punch!!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost raised his head and looked at the sky, very excited, with a trembling voice with a little crying.

This scene made countless cultivators feel sour, and even some overly emotional people were in tears on the spot.

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Ghost could block Ye Junlin's punch, they felt admiration in their hearts.

This is incredible!

Feeling this inexplicable atmosphere, Ye Junlin's face became strange.

What's the situation?

Didn't you just take my punch?

As for making it so tearful and touching?

You really have too much drama...

"Come again!"

Ye Junlin mobilized the ninth-grade immortal power that he could use and gathered it on his fist. The fist burst out with brilliant golden light, surrounded by 30 million laws of power, like the eternal sun.

Swish, a golden fist like a chariot rushed straight forward, carrying a terrifying momentum of destroying the world.

Feeling a greater danger approaching madly, the Yin-Yang Ghost suddenly woke up from a dream and was pulled back to the cruel reality.

No, there is more? !

It suddenly realized that it had just taken Ye Junlin's punch with great difficulty...

Boom boom boom! ! !

It was like a nuclear bomb of tens of billions of tons being detonated, and a huge blazing light ball instantly rose in the sky, setting off a vast and boundless energy airflow, and the scene was like the end of the world.

"Don't wow!"

The Yin-Yang Ghost could no longer resist, his face was full of despair, and he could only be destroyed by the terrible shock wave.

It regretted why it ran out to watch the fun. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the cave and sleep honestly?

Curiosity kills ghosts!

After a long time, the shaking immortal burial ground returned to peace again.

Everyone suppressed their fear and looked up, and found that the Yin-Yang Ghost had completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Ah..." Master Lingyu sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang Ghost blocked Ye Tiandi's first punch, but still died under the second punch!

This, perhaps, is fate!

Ye Junlin was speechless.

Why do I act like the villain?

Too strong, blame me?

After all, putting aside his cultivation conditions, there are also the ninth-grade immortal power, physical factors, supreme boxing, etc., and finally the blessing of 30 million laws. How powerful is this punch? Only those who are beaten to death can truly feel it.

In other words, Ye Junlin is the ceiling of the immortal realm. At present, only the first-tier immortals can barely take his punch!

The Onmyoji relied on their home court advantage and barely managed to reach the first echelon, but being able to catch the first punch was already the limit.

As for the second punch, it was absolutely impossible to catch it based on its ability.

"Let's go."

Ye Junlin was too lazy to stay in this damn place. After all, he came here just to see his fourth apprentice.

Now that I have found it, I naturally have to leave.

"Best farewell to Emperor Ye Tian!" Master Lingyu did not dare to neglect, and quickly bowed deeply with his hands in awe.

After all, if the other party stays here any longer, the variables will increase.

At present, he is the only Immortal Lord left in the Haoran Domain, and he does not want to follow in the footsteps of the previous two.

Seeing that Ye Junlin was about to leave, the monks reacted and quickly knelt down in fear and shouted:

"I'm waiting to see Emperor Ye Tian off!!!"

The shouts were as loud as thunder and lasted for a long time in the immortal burial place.

"Following Senior Ye means you have some cards to play~"

Lord Canglang sighed secretly.

He was just an Immortal King, following behind Ye Junlin. Wherever he passed, there were countless powerful people kneeling down to worship him. Some were even Immortal Emperors who were stronger than him. This feeling was simply wonderful.

The Big Mushroom King followed cautiously, as if thinking of something, he raised his head and asked, "Master, besides me, where are the other senior brothers and sisters?"

Ye Junlin said helplessly: "Don't mention it, just like you, we were separated before, and I don't know where I am now."

Regardless of his master-disciple sensing function, the range of 50 million miles sounds very large, but at most it can be found in the Immortal Burial Ground, looking at the vast territory, even the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, and even the entire vast and boundless area. In the fairy world, a mere fifty million miles away is just a drop in the ocean!

What's more, this thing is still limited in time and cool down, so it is not easy to find the other three apprentices with this.

However, Ye Junlin felt that he could build his reputation first, and when his reputation was big enough, his disciples would naturally come to him after hearing the news.

Afterwards, the group of people left the Immortal Burial Place.

The monks looked around in surprise and found that the surrounding fog had almost dissipated and the evil spirits had become very few.

Only then did they realize that this eternal restricted area that had existed for a long time had been trampled by a mysterious young man today!

That young man calls himself Emperor Ye Tian!