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It's like staying on Lingfeng's body to protect his phantom.
Such phantoms are naturally much weaker than the main body, and even if they can barely appear, they can at most reach the cultivation level of the Divine Court Realm.
As long as it is a monk in the divine court, Ye Chen can kill it.
"If you don't get rid of this son, it will definitely be a future trouble for my spirit clan. So, boy, you will die today!"
The phantom of the spirit clan killed Ye Chen again.
The big hand pressed down again.
But Ye Chen's magic movement was very fast, and he opened the distance in an instant, and the big hand of the ancestor of the spirit clan hit a mountain peak.
boom--
There was a loud noise, and the mountain peak turned into powder.
Ye Chen looked at the sky.
"Lingzu, right? I, Ye Chen, have written it down!"
As he said that, he saw Ye Chen colliding with that powerful phantom with endless divine light.
boom--
Suddenly, the sky shook.
When the two of them met, if the drums roared, the voice of the military training room in the heavens penetrated the world, and the sound of war was transmitted to the bones of people and swayed into the soul of people.
"boom!"
Ye Chen sacrificed the emperor's seal.
Suddenly, endless real dragons roared around Ye Chen.
A huge big seal killed the phantom.
The huge seal of the emperor smashed in.
With a "bang", rocks splashed, and the golden cornerstone burst into pieces. The body that swept past was invincible, and it quickly pulled towards the phantom like a whip.
Two powerful forces collided immediately.
In this process, he was always accompanied by dozens of white bones, which was equivalent to adding strength to his body, giving him unparalleled strength.
Ye Chen jumped into the sky lightly, and then stepped down fiercely, stepping on the body of phantom.
A gust of wind appeared, howling in the sky and the earth, everything on the ground collapsed and was swept up to the sky.
The countless white bones that surged up were all blown away by the coercion of the two.
Ye Chen was a little surprised.
The intensity of this phantom is a little stronger than he imagined.
However, Ye Chen was just trying his hand at it just now.
As long as Ye Chen shows his real strength, he believes that he can defeat the projection of the Spirit Race.
However, Ye Chen also felt a little afraid of the strength of these upper realms.
Just the projection can reach the power of the gods, so what is their real level?
The realm of the gods, or a higher realm?
Ye Chen couldn't imagine it anymore.
But he understands that he must become stronger and stronger.
With his current strength, it is impossible to subvert the upper realm.
Moreover, Ye Chen still has many people who want to protect.
Only when the protection becomes stronger, can Ye Chen be able to protect them.
I saw Ye Chen and the phantom of the Spirit Race standing above the sky.
In an instant, the two rushed together again, and a big battle broke out.
Ye Chen's eyes showed the power against the sky, but they were shining brightly, forcing people like little golden suns.
"boom!"
Ye Chen stretched his body, his joints moved, and his whole body was like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring!
A purple mark appeared in his right palm, and electric lights lingered between the five fingers.And there are ten stars spinning in the palm, this is a strange sight!
The big hand of the phantom fell.
Ye Chen also said lightly: "The Great Wilderness Prisoner!"
Immediately, a big purple hand stretched out from the ground.
The two big hands immediately bombarded together.
The whole world seems to be roaring.
Above the sky, the palm of his hand zoomed in rapidly, and ten stars rotated in his palm, rumbling and intertwined with each other, as if they were evolving a world.
"boom!"
Ye Chen flipped his hands over and patted the phantom of the Lingzu.
Formidable power turns into stars, thunder turns into purple clouds and lightning, appearing in the palm like this, it is the release of endless mysteries.
The next moment, both of them moved, and their speed increased. If two lightning bolts were entangled, they collided thousands of times in an instant, which was really too fast.
Where they collided, pieces of runes appeared, and golden symbols were imprinted in the void, rumbling, as if a grand scripture was being engraved.
"boom!"
The next moment, the Spirit Race phantom exploded, turning into a huge phantom, attacking fiercely there, taking the upper hand, and unleashing the wrath of thunder.
"boom"
He punched Ye Chen between the eyebrows, but was blocked by the opponent's crossed arms. Then he turned his body, stepped out with both legs, and kicked forward continuously.
It was like an infinite phantom, red as blood, soles of feet like blades, Ye Chen was like lightning, pressing on the top of Ye Chen's head, kicking out continuously.