[Chapter 1570 I will take back what I have lost]

Yang Yiyun thought of a countermeasure quickly in his mind, but he was not polite at all. He used big words to scare Wu Mingquan. He also saw that this old devil was also a suspicious person.

Or after being hurt by the old man last time, Wu Mingquan was a little afraid of Yang Yiyun at this moment.

In fact, Wu Mingquan really thought so. For Yang Yiyun, Wu Mingquan was indeed very afraid. Last time when he came out of the seal in Taixuan Sect, he found that another extremely powerful aura appeared on Yang Yiyun, definitely not a small cultivator like Yang Yiyun.

Therefore, Wu Mingquan knew that another powerful soul existed in Yang Yiyun, an existence that made him, a great demon king, extremely frightened.

Wu Mingquan personally felt the divine power of Yang Yiyun at that time last time, and almost made him lose his soul. If he was not the soul of a demon king in the demon world and had means to save his life, he would definitely be completely destroyed by Yang Yiyun or the powerful existence on Yang Yiyun last time.

Wu Mingquan knew that the existence in Yang Yiyu was much stronger than that of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.

But now his demon soul was only a clone, equivalent to the level of a true demon, just like the primary immortals in the Immortal Realm, not the real demon soul of the Demon Lord.

In addition, he finally found a body that could carry his demon soul, and he just stabilized, so he didn’t dare to take risks easily. So when he saw Yang Yiyu, he didn’t rush to take action, because he was actually very afraid of the powerful existence in Yang Yiyu. What

Wu Mingquan really thought in his heart was, as he said, he disdained to take action against Yang Yiyu, a junior?

Of course not, he was just afraid of Yun Tianxie in Yang Yiyu. In fact, he wanted to slap Yang Yiyu to death.

As for the Ghost Lord’s call for help, it was indeed as he said before, because Wu Mingquan occupied the body of the Ghost Lord’s son, Minghua.

As a powerful demon, Wu Mingquan is a demon, but he has his own principles. He took over the body of the Ghost Lord’s son and saved the Ghost Lord’s life. As he said, he was repaying a favor and didn’t owe the Ghost Lord anything.

At this time, Wu Mingquan only saw Yang Yiyu, and didn’t feel the powerful existence on him, so he began to test it. If the powerful existence didn’t appear, he didn’t mind killing Yang Yiyu.

He paid a great price to stabilize his demon soul after being severely injured last time, and even now there are still hidden dangers, which led to his strength being greatly reduced even if he found a body with an extremely yin body.

…

Yang Yiyu stared at Wu Mingquan and said without any weakness: “If you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish…”

As he spoke, Yang Yiyu flipped the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand and made a gesture of wanting to take action.

This made Wu Mingquan’s heart tighten, and he was ready to escape at any time.

However, the old demon was also a cunning person. He observed that although Yang Yiyu flipped the sword in his hand, he did not take action, but just looked like it.

This made the old devil Wu Mingquan suddenly stunned. He knew very well that as a soul, if it existed in someone else’s body, even if it was a body that was seized, there were various restrictions. If it was not seized, it could not be taken carelessly.

So Wu Mingquan saw that Yang Yiyu was a little bluffing, and suddenly paused in his heart, took a step forward, and said with a smile on his face: “The revenge of that day, I remember, today I will once again experience the magical power of which adult in your body. There are not many people in the whole cultivator world who can hurt me, but I don’t know which Taoist brother is behind you. Since he won’t come out, I can only ask him to come out…”

Wu Mingquan grabbed his hand while speaking, and grabbed Yang Yiyu suddenly through the air, and snorted softly: “Character chasing soul…”

As he finished speaking, a huge hand with black gas formed and grabbed Yang Yiyu…

With bursts of whining sounds, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, it was very terrifying.

But Yang Yiyu’s face looked a little ugly at this moment. He was extremely cautious, pretending to be generous, deep, and powerful, but he still couldn’t hide it from the eyes of the old devil. He was seen through, and now he shamelessly attacked him.

Seeing a huge devil’s hand of eight or nine meters in size grabbing at him, and feeling the boundless devil’s breath, Yang Yiyu’s scalp tingled. At this moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and suddenly slash at Wu Mingquan with a sword.

“Breaking Sky Sword…”

Although he knew that his sword might not have much effect on the big devil Wu Mingquan, Yang Yiyu had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The old man couldn’t show up and he could only rely on himself. If he failed to scare him, he would face the old devil head-on.

The Ghost Lord on the side watched Wu Mingquan take action, and his eyes flashed. Although his son was possessed by the great demon Wu Mingquan, he had no choice, because he had seen how powerful Wu Mingquan was. He was a real demon from the demon world, and he was not someone that he, the Saint Lord of the Cultivation World, could fight against.

So Wu Mingquan had already surrendered, and now he only hoped that the demon Wu Mingquan could kill Yang Yiyu.

He hated Yang Yiyu too much. The assassin leader and twenty masters of the Ghost Holy Land all died when Yang Yiyu was injured. Now hundreds of thousands of disciples and followers were slaughtered by the great demons under Yang Yiyu. The Ghost Lord knew that his Ghost City was over.

So he hated Yang Yiyu to death. At this time, the demon Wu Mingquan could kill Yang Yiyu, which was a happy thing for the Ghost Lord.

…

Yang Yiyu drew out a sword and used his full strength to strike. The golden sword energy slashed at the huge demon palm of the demon Wu Mingquan.

“Boom…”

After a huge dull sound, Yang Yiyun’s eyes shrank, and he saw that his sword did not break Wu Mingquan’s magic palm, and in the blink of an eye, he felt a strong and incomparable demonic energy rushing towards him.

Although the demonic energy dimmed a lot after he saw that he had broken Wu Mingquan’s magic palm with one sword, there was still a weak demonic energy that attacked him like lightning.

“Bang… Puff…”

Yang Yiyu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated seven or eight steps, leaving a finger-deep footprint on the ground, with cracks all around the footprint.

Such a powerful force was beyond his imagination. He didn’t expect the big devil’s attack to be so strong.

He was now a great Mahayana Great Perfection cultivator, but he actually used the immortal sword energy to fail to break the opponent’s attack, causing him to spit blood and be seriously injured.

“Puff~”

With the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, Yang Yiyu leaned on the Dragon Slaying Sword and stabbed into the ground, kneeling on one knee on the ground. If the Dragon Slaying Sword had not stabbed into the ground to fix his body, he would have flown far away.

“Husband~”

“Holy Lord~”

“Holy Lord…”

At this moment, Peacock and others exclaimed loudly after seeing it. At this moment, the battle against hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Ghost City has come to an end.

The big demons saw that Yang Yiyu was injured, and they exclaimed and jumped over one by one.

At this time, Wu Mingquan laughed wildly. Facing Yang Yiyu’s embarrassed look of spitting blood, Wu Mingquan laughed wildly and said, “Haha… It seems that the big man on your body is not available today. In this case, Yang Yiyu, I will let you become my demon slave, haha…”

“Ahem…”

Yang Yiyu coughed and spit blood. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes became cold. Only a black lotus pattern flashed at the center of his eyebrows and disappeared.

“Holy Lord… Kill…”

Peacock, hundreds of celestial demons, Kuang Suifeng and others flew over, shouting and killing, and were about to rush towards Wu Mingquan.

However, they were stopped by the same person who raised his hand and said, “Stop.”

“Ahem…”

Yang Yiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to Peacock, Kuang Suifeng and others behind him, “All retreat. I will get back the loss I suffered myself… You retreat.”

Facing a big demon like Wu Mingquan, Yang Yiyu knew that Peacock, Kuang Suifeng and others were not opponents. There was no need to let them fight desperately, because at this time he already had the means to deal with Wu Mingquan.

Just when he was vomiting blood, the voice of the black lotus woman rang in his mind, saying, “You are no match for the demon. Let go of your soul and let me help you.”

Yang Yiyu only remembered at this time that there was still a soul of the first black lotus in the prehistoric world living in his sea of consciousness, but the black lotus had been repairing her soul in the sea of consciousness, rarely showing up, and was rarely easily ignored. At this moment,

perhaps because she felt that Yang Yiyu was in great danger, the black lotus woman took the initiative to speak in Yang Yiyu’s mind.

Yang Yiyu was shocked and alert. Although he didn’t know how powerful the black lotus spirit was, he thought that being called the first lotus in the prehistoric world was not a simple person.

The power of the black lotus spirit’s soul was a mystery to Yang Yiyu. She had been living in Yang Yiyu’s sea of consciousness and nurturing her nirvana-like black lotus seeds. Yang Yiyu did not feel how strong she was before, but now he felt it, and it seemed that she was not much weaker than the old man.

(End of this chapter)