Sui Feng only felt that his mind was blank, and the only thing left was monstrous hatred and anger. If he hadn't planned to fight against Mo Yi, who was obviously weaker than him, then now, he knew that he would have to fight against him if he was invincible.

However, although he was carried away by anger, he did not lose consciousness. A flash of light suddenly flashed in my heart, "By the way, there is still a thousand-year-old demon beast Neidan in my Qiankun Ring, and it may still have a miraculous effect." I must not let him discover this Qiankun Ring, otherwise he will ...... on the eve of the moon."

Thinking of this, he looked coldly at Mo Yihui in front of him, and slowly pinned his right hand behind him. Quietly put the Qiankun ring on his hand down to his leg, a slight light flashed, and the Qiankun ring had disappeared in his palm. But he was included in the Xuanguang Mirror, and the spiritual weapon he wore that could store items was only the Xuanguang Mirror except for the Qiankun Ring.

Although the Xuanguang Mirror had already been somewhat damaged when he was in the Tianshan Mountains, where could he take care of so much at this moment?

And Mo Yihui just swept away Sui Feng's actions coldly, and didn't care at all. He holds himself as a senior, and it is simply easy to deal with such a junior, even if he secretly makes some small moves? He does not think that he can change the situation now.

After putting away the Qiankun ring, Suifeng really has no scruples. The teeth were clenched extremely tightly, and a brilliant clear light instantly rose outside the whole person's body. Coupled with his white clothes, he is extremely dusty. It looks like it's going to rise at any moment. And his momentum is also rising again and again, and Sui Feng knows that the strength of the old man in front of him is by no means what he can imagine. But now that Yuexi is seriously injured, he has no way out.

Looking at the clear light that rushed straight to the nine heavens and the compelling coercion in front of him, Mo Yihui's eyes that were full of indifference just now flashed a little bright. glanced at it lightly, nodded slightly, and muttered: "Sure enough, on your body, it is free from the old man's hands." ”

His words were not loud, but they instantly spread all around like a bell. The surrounding barren beach and sand seemed to tremble faintly.

Standing in front of this old man, Sui Feng suddenly felt that the void around him was included in his palm. No matter how strong your momentum and power are, it will be in vain. Don't break this side of the world. Trying to defeat Mo Yi will be a joke at all.

But this heaven and earth are already ethereal, and Sui Feng only barely perceives one or two. It's so hard to even find out what is going on, let alone break it? Thinking of this, Sui Feng's heart can't help but be gloomy. He and this Mo Yi Club are not at the same level of strength at all. It's like an ant, no matter how powerful it is, it's an ant after all. You can't fight the tigers.

"Yin and yang. Close!"

Just when he was stunned by the wind, Mo Yihui suddenly took action. Such a short five words, but it seems to be full of indescribable power. The clear light that rises up with the wind. It seemed to be oppressed by some invisible coercion, and it trembled violently in an instant.

With Mo Yi's cold words, his sleeves shook, and he poked out a hand again. Slowly lifted it up, and grabbed it at the wind.

There was not the slightest flow of true qi and mana, but Sui Feng clearly felt that the void around him trembled. A silent sound wave invaded, and the protective qi around him couldn't resist it at all, and it instantly submerged into his body.

The five internal organs were shaken, and the true qi in the dantian was all disordered. He was so shocked that he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, but he had already suffered internal injuries.

This was far from over, and the next moment, Sui Feng felt his body tremble slightly uncontrollably. An indescribable pain came to mind, and the pain, which turned over the river and the sea, was not enough to describe what happened. But in such an instant, the back of the wind was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Ahh......h

There was a very strange "rattle" sound, as if something had been forcibly peeled off his body, followed by a whistling sound of something breaking through the air. The pain that hit him subsided again, and Sui Feng directly exhausted all his strength, and almost collapsed to the ground.

Looking up with the wind, a huge pavilion overhead, under the sunlight, cast a large shadow down. Wasn't it the Qiankun Yin Yang Pavilion that had just been stripped from his body that had been integrated into his body? I don't know what method this Mo Yi would use to forcibly pull it out.

The pain of this separation of soul and body is simply beyond human imagination. The wind, which was still magnificent just now, was completely lost in one fell swoop.

"Hmph, such an immortal thing in your hands is really a tyrannical thing. With your strength of one acre and three points of land, you still want to get involved. It's really whimsical!" Mo Yihui said coldly, slowly spreading out his right palm, and the Qiankun Yin Yang Pavilion hanging in the air seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and turned leisurely. As it rotates, this yin-yang pavilion gradually changes.

But it is getting smaller and smaller, and Zuihou has shrunk from a huge friend who has just covered the sky to the size of a palm. Slowly descended, and landed steadily in the palm of Mo Yihui's hand.

Mo Yihui moved his fingers and held the Yin Yang Pavilion in his hand. There was a burst of joy on his face, and even a smile appeared in his eyes. Sui Feng just raised his head and saw this smile in his eyes. But his heart trembled fiercely, obviously smiling, but in his eyes, it was all gloomy. The temperature around him plummeted instantly, as if the corners of the demon's mouth were bent, and he was a spirit when he saw the wind.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Mo Yihui seemed to notice something strange, and actually sighed lightly. The eyes that looked at Suifeng suddenly changed again, and the joy just now receded in an instant, and then was replaced by doubt and surprise. Looking at his eyes with the wind, a chill suddenly chilled behind him, and the feeling in his heart was even worse.

"I didn't expect you to imprint your divine consciousness in this Yin Yang Pavilion, but you obviously haven't stepped into the foundation building period yet...... There are some means. Mo Yi would mutter, and the fingers holding the Yin Yang Pavilion tightened a little.

"Teng!" there was a soft sound, and suddenly a pitch-black flame gushed out from between his five fingers. Wrapping the Yin and Yang Pavilion in his hand in it, Mo Yihui snorted coldly again, and said coldly: "Since the old man wants to take back this immortal thing, he naturally has to make the traces clear." Pity my Qinghuo brother, even your divine consciousness has been wiped out by you, so I can't spare you lightly. ”

"Hehe......" Sui Feng laughed disdainfully, straightened up, and said word by word: "What do you say lightly or not, that is, if I don't imprint my spiritual consciousness into it, will you spare me?

By the time he finished speaking, his back, which had just been bent by Mo Yihui's palm, had completely straightened. Even the momentum of his whole body recovered a little, and he was staring at Mo Yihui coldly, and a brilliant clear light echoed outside his body.

Mo Yihui sneered, and without speaking, the flame in his palm filled with another point.

"Hmph-" It was just easy to recover a little bit with the wind, and suddenly there was a muffled snort, but in just a few breaths, his face was already covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

That extremely handsome face was already distorted at this moment. His brow furrowed and twitched. A trace of bright red blood quietly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his chest kept rising and falling violently, panting heavily.

Slowly raised his head and stared at the Qiankun Yin Yang Pavilion that Mo Yihui was holding in his hand.

"Hmph, what's the matter, the taste of being scorched by this fire is not pleasant, right?" Looking at Sui Feng's resentful eyes, Mo Yihui sneered twice, and the flames in his hand became a little more violent.

"Damn!" snorted angrily with the wind, but the pain in his heart was stronger than a while. What Mo Yi would scorch with the flames was nothing else, it was the spiritual consciousness that was left in the Yin Yang Pavilion before the wind. This spiritual consciousness is one with him, and naturally it is also a share of honor and disgrace. Mo Yi will scorch that spiritual sense, and there is no difference between directly scorching it and roasting it with the wind.

"Hmph!" snorted with pain in the wind, and his face instantly turned a little paler. But there is no more sweat dripping.

"I didn't expect you to be so decisive, such a spiritual sense would be dispersed!" Mo Yihui glanced at Sui Feng with some surprise and some approval, but he didn't expect Sui Feng to be so decisive.

With the wind taking a long breath, it was easy to say that it was easy to disperse spiritual consciousness, but it was extremely harmful to oneself. Just like that, it was like a sudden knock in the heart of the wind. Immediately, a blood rushed up his throat, but when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it back alive, so it didn't squirt out.

"Hmph, this is just a small punishment and a big commandment, even if you scatter your spiritual sense, this seat will not spare you. Look at how you look now, do you still want to fight with me?" As he spoke, Mo Yihui flipped his wrist and put away the Qiankun Yin Yang Pavilion he was holding in his hand.

Panting with the wind, without saying a word, he turned his head and glanced at Yuexi on the side again. The heart that had just been a little shaken was immediately a little firmer. With an unyielding look, he slowly straightened up again. Stretched out his trembling right hand, and little by little lifted the Chunjun sword hanging from his waist.

A rainbow-like sword light appeared, and there were suddenly a few more colors in this desert. That sword light was as clear as the wind.

Mo Yihui saw it in his eyes, his brows jumped, and he couldn't help but praise: "What a divine sword!"

"Hey, this breath is ......" As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to notice something again, his expression moved, and he sighed softly. (To be continued......)

PS: There were two clerical errors in the previous chapter, which have been corrected