On the void.

Ye Changsheng looked at Ba Wutian's angry expression and said, "The technique is gone, but I can show you the power of the real Nine Transformations Hegemon Body Technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, he brought out a hundred-foot-tall divine image, shattered the void with one punch, and punched down at Ba Wutian.

Ba Wutian was fearless and swung his giant axe to meet Ye Changsheng's fist. "So what if you have the Hegemon Body Technique? I have practiced for thousands of years, so why should I be afraid of you?"

Boom.

Boom.

One punch landed, and the sky shattered.

Ba Wutian's figure flew backwards, and the giant axe in his hand became crooked.

Crooked.

This is a divine weapon, how come it became crooked?

He was extremely shocked and couldn't believe that Ye Changsheng's body was so horrible.

The God and Demon Clan has always been an outlier. There are mortal sword cultivators who are invincible with one sword, and there are cultivators like Ye Shiwan who are always in the innate realm and can defeat anyone in any realm.

There are also physical cultivators whose bodies are invincible.

Anyway, the Gods and Demons are such a strange race.

What surprised Ba Wutian was that Ye Changsheng was actually a fellow practitioner of sword body and he was not left behind.

How could he be given such qualifications?

This moment.

Ye Changsheng discovered the horror of the Nine-transformation God and Demon Body, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the God and Demon Boxing Gloves appeared in his hands, "It's my home court."

Swish.

His figure flashed and turned into a wisp of afterimage, appearing in front of Ba Wutian, raising his hand and punching out.

Ba Wutian did not dare to be careless and swung his fist to meet the attack, "Ba Tian Fist."

boom.

boom.

At the top of the void, two fists collided with each other, and a terrifying wave of air burst out, as if to destroy the entire Tyrant clan.

Ye Changsheng's figure continued to move forward, and he destroyed Ba Wutian's arm with one punch. The latter flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Just at this moment.

Ten ancestors of the Ba clan rushed out from the formation, stepped into the air and appeared beside Ba Wutan. The ten people broke through the formation, but their situation was very bad.

In the Chaos Killing Sky Formation, thousands of swords were flying and from time to time, Nine-bend Divine Thunder descended, the degree of terror was beyond imagination.

So what if they were ten powerful God Kings? They were still in a very miserable state, with sword marks all over their bodies, so deep that one could see their bones.

An old man said: "Chief, you are injured."

Ba Wutian's face was extremely gloomy. "Ye Changsheng is the most bizarre existence among the Gods and Demons. His physical body and swordsmanship cannot be underestimated. Moreover, I don't know where he got the supreme skills of our Ba clan from."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Nine-transformation Hegemonic Body Art, he actually practiced the Hegemonic Body Art, this technique is a secret that we do not pass on."

Ba Wutian said: "He is practicing the complete version!"

Ten people: "."

Ba Wutian added: "This is our chance. We must kill Ye Changsheng at all costs. The treasure on him will belong to our Ba clan."

Having said this, he paused and continued, "It's a pity that he destroyed the Nine Transformations Hegemon Body Art."

The old man's eyes were red with anger, "Ten of us will join forces to kill him, the clan leader, go find the old clan leader, this battle is about the survival of the Hegemon Clan."

Ba Wutian said: "Elders, can you do this?"

The old man opened his arms, his blood began to burn, and his aura soared wildly, "Patriarch, is this okay?"

Ba Wutian's face changed, and he was horrified, "Ranhun, elders, if you continue like this, you will perish."

The old man said solemnly, "After practicing till now, this is all we can do for the Tyrant Clan. If our Tyrant Clan cannot return to its peak in this era, we will perish forever in the universe."

"Sacrificing us can contribute to the rise of the Tyrant Clan. It is an honor for us to die."

Ba Wutian's expression was somewhat moved. "All the elders are the heroes of my Ba clan. After this battle, Wutian will let the descendants of the Ba clan always remember the contributions of all the elders."

The old man glanced at the other nine people and said, "Brothers, burn it and kill him."

The nine people burned their souls at the same time, and their cultivation levels soared wildly. They entered the realm of God one after another, and figures rushed towards Ye Changsheng one after another.

See this scene.

Ye Changsheng said: "Are you going to fight to the death? Great, let's fight together and see who dies first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he activated his blood burning frenzy, and the blood of gods and demons in his body began to boil, and his cultivation was forcibly raised to the level of God Lord.

However, this was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, he released the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons. His blood was burning and his eyes turned red.

The whole person seemed to have fallen into the devil's way, looked extremely horrified, with a vast and majestic chaotic energy lingering around him.

At this moment, Ye Changsheng found that by releasing the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons and the Burning Blood Frenzy at the same time, plus the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, he seemed to have entered another state.

Killing.

Yes, it's killing.

I want to kill someone.

Come, please kill me.

At this moment, Ye Changsheng only wanted to fight, endless fighting, and the impulse in his body was beyond his control.

"bring it on."

"From today on, the Tyrant Clan will be slaves forever!"

"My name is Changsheng, I will fight against all of your clan!"

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The voice was like a judgment, resounding through the sky.

It shook the sky and the underworld. With a loud shout, the heaven and earth changed color.

The next moment.

Ye Changsheng took the initiative to attack and rushed towards the ten elders of the Tyrant Clan. Wherever he passed, the space behind him was instantly annihilated.

Ba Wutan glanced at Ye Changsheng, and without stopping, rushed towards the depths of the Ba clan.

It's so scary.

The fear from the depths of my soul instantly spread throughout my body.

The pressure released from Ye Changsheng's figure made him breathless.

The young god is invincible.

Ba Wutan is an old fellow who has been practicing for thousands of years. If he were to ask himself honestly, he had never seen a cultivator as talented as Ye Changsheng.

I have always boasted of my extraordinary talent, but compared with this, I don’t want to mention it anymore, it hurts my heart.

Above the void.

Ye Changsheng punched forward, and the old man who was rushing towards him was smashed into pieces by the punch.

No chance to even scream.

After one blow, he turned around and attacked the others. In a few seconds, only half of the ten people were left.

Ye Changsheng steadied his body and looked intently at the other five people. There seemed to be flickering fire in his red eyes.

The whole person is like an angry beast, a demon that chooses people to devour.

He knew very, very well in his mind that when it comes to fighting, ruthlessness is the key.

If you are not cruel to others, others will be cruel to you.

Therefore, Ye Changsheng planned to kill the five people in front of him in one go.

Ye Changsheng moved towards the five people and saw them trembling, "Why are you trembling?

Why are you shaking? Do you need to pee? Stop shaking, come and fight.

You are all divine monks, can you be brave enough to fight me? "

The five people really wanted to cry but had no tears. Ye Changsheng beat them up one by one with one punch. They felt that they were not divine cultivators, but more like mortals who could not practice cultivation.

They had never felt that they were weak until just now when they realized that they were weak, they were too weak.

Ye Changsheng said: "If you don't move, then I will take action."

At this point, he paused and continued, "I've said that the Hegemons will be slaves forever. Anyone who disobeys will die!"

The five people were not unwilling to move, but they did not dare to move rashly, so they would rather not move.

Because if you move you will die.

Ye Changsheng rushed forward suddenly and punched someone, and a loud bang was heard.

The old man died.

He looked at the magic boxing gloves in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself, how did I become Thanos.

Killing one person with one punch, it feels so good.

At this moment, the four people in front of him suddenly rushed over, bringing with them boundless pressure, like meteorites falling from the sky.

The four of them moved at an incredibly fast speed and appeared beside Ye Changsheng in the blink of an eye. The next moment, a series of explosions were heard.

"Self-destruction?"

"You are so cruel!"