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Ye Zichuan retreated from the ruins and returned to the front of the black and white portal.

When yin and yang are opposed, the extremes of things must be opposed.

This is the truth of the universe, and it is also the truth that the ancestors of the human race have realized.

It seems very simple, but it contains great principles.

The white portal is gushing with fairy light, and the holy brilliance is spilling, making people feel like they are about to feather and soar.

But the more this portal behaves like this, the more Ye Zichuan feels bottomless.

The ghost knew what he would encounter after entering, which made him always feel uneasy.

Standing in front of the door hesitated for a long time, Ye Zichuan took a deep breath, and decided to go in!

Although I don't know if the back of the portal is the place of the six reincarnations in the legend, since it is side by side with the black portal, there must be some earth-shattering secret.

He is now a half-step main god, an invincible existence under the main god.

Even if there is any danger, it can be dealt with.

Ye Zichuan resolutely stepped into the white portal with layers of void barriers under the cloth around him.

A fairy light flashed, and his figure disappeared.

The white portal's color changed quickly, becoming pitch black like ink, like a sticky black blood.

total darkness.

Ye Zichuan could not see anything.

There seemed to be countless ghost claws and tentacles dancing around, reaching out to him, pulling his legs, as if to fall into hell.

This feeling is very bad.

The ghastly breath seemed to seep into his bone marrow, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

"call!"

A cold breath suddenly blew, and Ye Zichuan suddenly turned his head.

In an instant, his scalp almost exploded, and his whole body was hairy.

It seemed that someone was standing behind him, blowing a cold breath at his neck.

It is almost zero distance contact.

This is incredible.

There are countless layers of space barriers around his body, but they are completely ignored and have no effect at all.

Opening the eyes of Samsara, Ye Zichuan summoned a black fire, forming a sea of ​​fire around him, wrapping himself up.

And with the appearance of the black fire, the sense of horror quietly receded.

Ye Zichuan looked for a direction and walked forward.

In the darkness, pale faces flickered, countless ghosts swayed, and all kinds of penetrating roars resounded, making the scalp numb.

Ye Zichuan's eyes were firm, his steps did not waver, ignoring everything around him, and strode forward.

I don't know how long I walked, how much distance I crossed.

Finally, a ray of light appeared in front.

After approaching, Ye Zichuan stopped.

In front of him, a person appeared.

Turning his back to him, a beam of light shone on him, looking abrupt and bleak.

Looking at his back, Ye Zichuan's pupils gradually tightened.

"who are you?"

"Who am I, quack, who do you say I am?" He turned his back to his figure and let out a weird laugh.

Ye Zichuan looked at that figure, and the more he looked, the more familiar he became, and his eyes became cold.

"No matter who you are, no matter what kind of monster you are, block my way and kill everyone!"

"Quack, don't you? I'm afraid you don't have this skill."

The figure slowly turned around.

He was dressed in black, and blood was dripping down his sleeves, and his face was bloodless and pale, as if it hadn't been exposed to the sun for hundreds of millions of years, and it was so white.

And his eyes were pure black, without a trace of variegated color, just being looked at by him like this made people feel a kind of heartfelt creepy.

As for his facial features, they are exactly the same as Ye Zichuan!

It is completely carved out of a mold, there is no difference!

Ye Zichuan suddenly thought of a long time ago.

When he and Li Changye and Bai Yishan came to the ground for the first time, they saw a face like this, just like him, but like a ghost.

"Who are you?" Ye Zichuan asked coldly.

"I am you." The pale face showed a grin.

"Dark ghosts, damn it!"

Ye Zichuan spit out a few words coldly, and then rushed over.

He didn't hesitate at all, and started directly.

Rumble!

A vast and boundless world fell down, as if the sky was falling, crushing the eternal years.

And behind Ye Zichuan, who was like a ghost, also appeared a world, but like a forest hell, there were countless ghosts and ghosts howling, rising from the bottom of the earth, and bumping into the world in the sky.

boom!

The deafening roar recalled here, the power of the raging sea was surging and surging.

The two worlds collided together, which was many times more terrifying than a comet hitting the earth, and one star field would be destroyed.

Ye Zichuan tore open the space, strode forward, waved his fist, and delivered a shocking blow.

The other side also raised his fist, and the entire void was shattered with one punch.

Ye Zichuan was completely crazy, and he raised his hand to summon a sea of ​​thunder, and countless lightning bolts fell.

On the other side, thousands of black lightning were released, tearing the sky apart.

What will Ye Zichuan do, so will the other side.

It was like a perfect replica, replicating all the power of Ye Zichuan.

This scene made Ye Zichuan's creeps.

What's the opposite?

Even a clone of a tenth level civilization can't do this, right?

He was completely crazy, no longer hesitating, using all his power.

The power of the half-step main god can completely destroy the starry sky, comparable to the explosion of a supernova, and a terrifying energy storm can destroy everything.

In the void of space, in the dark unknown place, the two of them were completely mad, vowing to kill the opposite.

"Quack, kill you, I am the only Ye Zichuan in this universe! I am the one who should survive!"

Ye Zichuan, with a pale face, was laughing wildly. Although there was blood splashing on his body, the offensive was getting fiercer.

This was the most difficult battle that Ye Zichuan has ever encountered. He has never hated himself so much as now, how could he be so strong, how could he be so hard to kill.

Compared with the self in front of him, the demon of hell seemed a little inadequate.

The two figures are fighting together, the power of the law is boiling, the black flames are burning, there are also thunder and hurricanes.

Ye Zichuan didn't know how long he had been fighting, and the power in his body was almost consumed.

The energy in the half-step main god is more powerful than a star.

But that kind of power is almost consumed now.

Ye Zichuan finally vomited blood, fighting entirely by instinct and will.

His body has been blown up many times, and he has been resurrected with difficulty again and again, until now.

I don't know how long it has passed. When Ye Zichuan once again blasted the opposite side, the opposite side never appeared again.

Puff!

Ye Zichuan fell straight and passed out completely.