100 Soul Storm

  "Senior brother, it's the power of the seal that triggered it. It seems that this person has a great force behind him." The four elders in green robes, Zu Yao, came to Gong Sun Wu Tian and said in a low voice.

  "Hmm, this is not good. A mid-tier Underworld expert would seal his own power within his body, there must be a huge connection between the two. If it were just a mid-tier Underworld person, our Flame Star Sect wouldn't be afraid, but what kind of force is backing this mid-tier Underworld expert, none of us know. What if it's some major power, and we've made an enemy out of them? That would not be good." Bi Jiang, who wore golden robes and was second only to Gong Sun Wu Tian in status, also furrowed his brow.

  "That power is not human." Gong Sun Wutian's voice rang out indifferently, "Such intense flame power, even among magical beasts, only the Red Flame old fellow of the Qilin tribe has it."

  "The Second Elder of the Qilin Clan!" The other three people's faces changed, the Qilin Clan's strength far surpassed that of the Yanxing Sect. Their Great Elder, Sui Mu, was a master close to being a quasi-sage, and even he wasn't someone the Yanxing Sect could afford to provoke. Not to mention the Qilin Clan also had an unfathomably powerful Fourth Elder, Wei Shu, who lived during the same era as the Yanxing Sect's First Generation Founder, Kuang Chengzi, and was a relic of that ancient time. Heaven knows how strong he was. Moreover, the Qilin Clan either hid in seclusion or moved out in full force, never backing down until death, so taking on their challenge would be suicidal unless you had a problem with your brain.

  "He must have been put under the spell of madness before he possessed the power of the Underworld's middle period, otherwise this madness would not have taken effect. Now it's too late to say anything, junior brother and sister, you set up a formation to trap him, I'll activate the Spiritual Storm, hoping to make him sober up a bit." Gong Sun Wu Tian said in a low voice.

  "Senior brother, in this state, can Spiritual Storm still be of use?" Che Ying asked worriedly.

  "Killing him is not an option, nor can we let him continue his massacre. This is the only way left. The Spiritual Storm has almost no effect on a mid-term master of the Netherworld, but I have to try anyway, hoping he'll come to his senses. I only have a 10% chance."

  "We've got him cornered!" Che Ying, Bi Jiang and Zu Yao's faces all turned serious.

  "Two junior sisters, give it a try!" Bing Jiang said as he finished speaking and charged towards Yuan Ye.

  Che Ying and Zu Yao exchanged a glance and immediately followed. The three former super masters of the Netherworld formed a triangle, surrounding Yuan Ye in the center.

  "Kill!" Yuan Ye's fearless fist smashed towards Ping Jiang in the front.

  With a wave of his hand, he held a mid-grade immortal sword and made a single stroke in the void. The space seemed to be cut off like a knife, and Yuan Ye's fierce attack fell on this side of the space, while the other side of the rift did not receive any powerful attack. Space rupture, no power can pass through this ruptured area, it is common sense, unfortunately, Yuan Ye does not have the ability to think now, he only knows how to kill!

  "Cheers!"

  "Cheers!"

  Two soft cries rang out as Che Ying and Zu Yao, two women, simultaneously charged towards Yuan Ye from two different directions.

  Yuan Ye surprisingly did not dodge and instead punched towards the two slender swords with both fists.

  "Plop!"

  Yuan Ye's two fists were simultaneously transmitted by Baojian, and his fingers were also cut off directly.

  The dark god's early stage was too powerful, using a mid-grade immortal artifact to attack. This attack power was something that Yuan Ye's defense couldn't withstand at all. Unfortunately, the current Yuan Ye simply wouldn't think about it.

  Energy surged, Yuan Ye's hands quickly grew new fingers under the nourishment of powerful strength. To restore severed limbs was too simple for a master in the Underworld God Realm, it just required consuming a large amount of energy.

  "If you can't think, having the power of a mid-term Underworld God is useless. You might not even be able to defeat an early-stage Underworld God with treasures, let alone us three." Bi Jiang's mouth curled up in a cold smile.

  Three former top-notch Earth High-Handers, wielding three mid-grade immortal artifacts, surrounded and killed Yuan Ye, who was bare-handed and had no tactics or thinking ability. On the other hand, Gong Sun Wu Tian, the sect master of Yan Xing Zong, had a solemn expression as he gathered a faint blue ripple in his palm. What's strange is that around the faint blue ripple, there were actually traces of the Heavenly Dao's spatial flow.

  Unleashing a spiritual storm was not difficult for Gong Sun Wu Tian, but unleashing one that could counter a mid-term master of the Netherworld was too hard. This move he would never use once in eight lifetimes, and suddenly using it now meant he had no confidence in dealing with someone whose cultivation was not below his own.

  "Disciples!" Gong Sun Wutian suddenly shouted loudly.

  Bi Jiang, Che Ying and Zu Yao, the three great masters, looked at each other for a moment, then sheathed their swords. Bi Jiang wrapped his arms around Yuan Ye's waist, holding him in a tight bear hug, while Che Ying and Zu Yao each grasped one of his arms. In an instant, Yuan Ye was firmly under the control of the three great masters.

  "Cheers!"

  Gongsun Wutian suddenly let out a loud shout, his body moving as swiftly as a fleeting thought to arrive at the top of Yuan Ye's head, where the pale blue markings instantly pressed into Yuan Ye's brain.

  "Three junior brothers and sisters, if it's not successful, kill him. If he's possessed by the Devil's Madness and is killed by us, I believe the Qilin Clan won't say anything." Gong Sun Wutian finished speaking, and the four super masters simultaneously dispersed.

  This pale blue ripple has entered Yuan Ye's brain, attacking all of Yuan Ye's thoughts, QY, murderous intentions, greedy thoughts, emotions, whether they are positive or negative, but the most attacked is always the murderous intention. At this moment, Yuan Ye's brain was almost shrouded in murderous intent. In an instant when the murderous intention was attacked, Yuan Ye's consciousness finally had a hint of return, and his mind appeared to be covered in blood, like a demon, he held a bloody sword, step by step approaching the pregnant woman, cruelly raising the sword.

  At some point, Yuan Ye suddenly drew his sword and struck at the pregnant woman!

  "Ah~~~~~~~~~"

  Yuan Ye suddenly clasped his hands over his head and rapidly flew towards the western sky.

  "Senior brother, has he regained his consciousness?" Zu Yao looked at Gong Sun Wu Tian with some uncertainty.

  "No, just to make him slightly sober, now it has turned into a demon-crazy state again." Gong Sun Wu Tian said, suddenly solemnly: "This person is possessed by the demon-crazy, killed 14 of our sect's disciples, and slaughtered thousands of soldiers in this city. My four fellow apprentices and I will take justice for heaven, and order you to hunt him down."

  "Yes!" Bing Jiang, Che Ying, and Zu Yao simultaneously bowed their heads, while the four super masters of Yan Xing Zong rushed towards Yuan Ye's running direction at the same time.

  At almost the same time, a bloody massacre was taking place inside the city of Gullyang! Three hours ago, when Yuan Ye beheaded the pregnant woman, his soul felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow and his head was splitting with pain. He rushed out recklessly, while Jiang Yuanfeng perfectly achieved his goal - all the martial emperors in Gullyang State were dead, Cui Zhihao and Mo Tian were dead, and this Gullyang State belonged to him alone. At the same time, what surprised Jiang Yuanfeng even more was that the piece of cloth Cui Zhihao had been cultivating for over a decade finally fell into his hands.

  Jiang Yuanfeng looked at the cloth back and forth, this cloth was made of some unknown material, and no matter what, it couldn't be damaged. The cloth had dense, intricate patterns of veins drawn on it, but he didn't know what they were for. Suddenly, Jiang Yuanfeng saw that Cui Zhihao was still panting heavily, and hadn't died.

  At this time, Cui Zhihao's internal organs were completely shattered by Yuan Ye's Ice Shocking Sword, lying on the ground with only his breath going out and not coming in, his eyes didn't even move.

  "Sworn brother, you're still not dead yet!" Jiang Yuanfeng walked over with a cold smile and raised the cloth, saying: "What is this thing?"

  "I must have been blind to have sworn brotherhood with you!" Cui Zhihao's weak voice was filled with resentment and unwillingness.