Chapter 850 (1/2)

The sky is closed and trapped, the darkness is boundless, and the oppressive and heavy atmosphere breeds in this heaven and earth. The figure in front is like fog and illusion, which makes people can't see his face at all.

Dong Dong Dong.

Zhang Heng's face gradually became dignified, because his heart was beating violently, as if he were going to jump out of his chest. His breathing was also becoming heavy, and a cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Not only Zhang Heng, but also the three ghost emperors were unbearable. Their body and mind were trembling, as if the vague figure in front was an unknown terror, better like a gluttonous mouth, which would devour them at any time.

”Taoist friends, who is sacred, why stop the emperor's way?”

Zhang Heng unconsciously wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and held Xiaoding in front of him. He was very upset because of the figure in front of him. This feeling never appeared on him.

”But you don't know me in half a day?”

A calm voice sounded between heaven and earth. I saw this figure walking in the void, walking towards Zhang Heng and others, and the secluded fog around him was gradually collapsing.

”Qingming?”

When he saw the visitor's face, Zhang Heng's eyes widened and his mouth sounded surprised. He never thought that he had just experienced a big war with this person, and the other party appeared in front of him again.

”He is not a Buddhist!”

Suddenly, just when Zhang Heng was in doubt, the Oriental ghost emperor trembled, and his eyes stared at Ye Xuan. Just because there was no Buddha light around Ye Xuan, he was emitting a kind of ferocious gas.

”You're right. I'm really not a Buddhist.”

Ye Xuan smiled, but his smile was very cold, and contained a wordless horror. The millions of miles long sky had more black thunder flashing.

”Who the hell are you?”

Although Zhang Heng was arrogant, he was not stupid. He already felt that things were extremely wrong, which made him scream at Ye Xuan.

”Who am I?”

Ye Xuan stood with a negative hand, still smiling on his face, but his body suddenly changed, and his original face finally appeared.

”Do you know who I am?”

Ye Xuan was dressed in black, with 3000 hair hanging behind his head. The strong wind from heaven and earth made his hair ripple with the wind, and the black dress hem was even louder.

”You... Who are you?”

When Zhang Heng saw Ye Xuan's original appearance, his eyes showed a confused color. He seemed to feel that he had seen Ye Xuan somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

”Impossible!”

A shrill scream suddenly sounded, which also changed Zhang Heng's face. However, he saw that the God tea of the Oriental ghost emperor was pale and bloodless. The whole man fell to the ground and was raising his arm and pointing to Ye Xuan, as if he saw something that made him fear to the extreme.

”No... impossible... Impossible... You... Aren't you dead... How... How can you still be alive... No... No... You were suppressed by the two saints of the West... Even if you don't die... No... False... You must be false...”

This is the state of the divine tea of the Oriental ghost emperor. His face is bloodless and his breath is extremely disordered, as if he had become a madman.

Such a scene directly made Zhang Heng's pupils tighten, and an extremely bad feeling grew in the bottom of his heart, which also made him tremble and yell at Shentu: ”who is he?”