Exploring in the direction of the Beetle's brain, Yang Yi was sure that the spiritual power silk thread of the Dawn Branch would definitely be here.

The further he went, the more surprised Yang Yi became, the exercises of the Dawn Branch actually achieved the perfect fusion of living organisms and various alchemical metal solutions, between some blood vessels and muscles, Yang Yi found a mountain of various high-grade magic crystals, and all kinds of bursting magic crystals were also suspended on these muscles, which not only increased the inventory, but also formed a perfect protection, forming a storage reservoir all over the place.

With the same volume of flying magic weapons, the Demigod Academy Flying Magic Weapon and the Dawn Branch Flying Magic Weapon are probably a few levels different in terms of battle continuity.

Yang Yi instantly understood the tactics of the Dawn Branch, and at the same time, he was also worried about the situation of the escort group.

Unconsciously, Yang Yi came to the brain of the Beetle, which is also the focus of the entire flying magic weapon.

As soon as his mind moved, the spiritual power silk thread immediately emitted a dazzling golden light, and it instantly came to the front of the blood vessels.

Kiss!

Just as Yang Yi was about to start, there was a sudden soft sound, and a figure slowly appeared in his heart.

"Your spiritual power is very strong, I don't want to destroy you just like that, you can retreat, I will also release that armed transport flying magic weapon." Soon, an old man with brown hair and blue eyes and a slightly rickety body appeared, smiling at Yang Yi, and the old man directly released the silk thread of spiritual power, sending out a strange shock.

Dawn Branch?

For a while, Yang Yi felt a palpitation in his heart, but soon he found out that something was wrong, the image of this old man was simply created by the illusion of the magic circle.

"You don't want to destroy me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability. "Using the vibration of the spiritual power silk thread to send out a special microwave communication, Yang Yi This is the first time, after trying a few times, Yang Yi has found some tricks.

"The spiritual power of a god cultivator is not as good as one percent of that of our Dawn Branch, you are considered an outlier, but you are only a little stronger than an ordinary god cultivator spirit manipulator, and in my eyes you still have no way to compare with me. The old man said.

"I admit that I am not as good as you Dawn Branch, but I think that I can still fight against a fragment of mental power, against an insignificant clone. He replied softly, and the silk thread of Yangyi's spiritual power instantly wound around the blood vessels.

"How do you know this?" Hearing Yang Yi's words, the old man was visibly stunned, and his eyes looking at Yang Yi were also full of puzzlement.

Tightening the spiritual power silk thread forcefully, Yang Yi did not see the expected break, the blood vessels that connected the heart of the creature were actually very tough.

There was no space to answer, Yang Yi launched an attack for the second time, and with all his strength, the spiritual power silk thread suddenly became golden, and two of the three were all entangled, only then did a blood vessel be cut off, and the miserable green mucus suddenly gushed out, dyeing the entire center of the magic circle a miserable green.

"You should know about the mental power storm, do you want to die with me?" Seeing that the blood vessels were cut off, the old man's rickety body suddenly became straight, and his two eyes shot a fierce light.

"I've died a few times, do you think I'll be afraid of your threat?" Yang Yi said disdainfully, leaving a thread of spiritual power to defend himself, and the other two quickly wrapped around a blood vessel again, quickly cutting off.

"And what about this armed transport mage? I can drive the entire flying mage to blow itself up. The old man still didn't give up the threat, and seeing Yang Yi's spiritual power silk thread wrapped around the third vessel, the old man was even more ruthless.

Indeed, Yang Yi can ignore his own life and death, but he can't ignore the life and death of Brother Zhongchuan Tiger and those cultivators.

Seeing that Yang Yi was a little silent, the old man continued to say viciously: "Hurry up and get out, I can still control the whole situation, otherwise when the armed transport flying magic weapon hits me, I can only destroy it." ”

Syllable!

Without warning, Yang Yi severed the third blood vessel.

"You don't want your and your companion's lives anymore?" The old man's face suddenly turned blood-red, and he became extremely terrifying, as if he might swallow Yang Yi at any time.

"If I'm not mistaken, the spiritual power thread you left behind is already very weak at all, and the damage to the flying magic weapon caused by the explosion of the main cannon just now has made the spiritual power silk thread reach the weakest limit, without the replenishment of the spiritual power of the body, you can't even control the flying magic weapon at all. Yang Yi smiled, and the thread of spiritual power instantly wound around the last blood vessel.

"Cultivating spiritual power, you should know that even if there is a trace of spiritual power left, the power of self-explosion is enough to kill you. You launch at this time, and I promise to leave this sky immediately. As if he had been pointed to death, the old man paused for a moment, and then said half threatening, half begging.

"I want you to announce now that I have requisitioned this flying magic machine. As he spoke, Yang Yi severed the last blood vessel.

Boom!

A dull sound rang out, and the basketball-sized creature's heart slammed down, slamming into the center of the circle and slicing forward with a greasy flow all over the ground, until it hit the wall of the alchemical metal solution.

As if it had been hit by the wreckage of the flying magic weapon, the entire Beetle flying magic weapon trembled suddenly, but it quickly regained its calm.

Yang Yi's spiritual power retracted suddenly, and the three threads of spiritual power were tightly entwined.

He didn't know much about the spiritual power of Yangyi, but at this time, he believed that the Dawn Branch would never lie, and he was afraid that it would really be able to blow itself up.

At the moment when the creature's heart fell, the old man's body shook and then disappeared.

Looking at the entrance of the spiritual power silk thread and looking at the empty heart, Yang Yi only hesitated slightly, and immediately controlled the spiritual power silk thread to rush into the center of the magic circle.

There was not much difference between the control circle of the Beetle Flying Magic Weapon and the control circle of the Armed Transport Flying Magic Weapon, at least Yang Yi didn't find any obvious difference when he first entered it.

Step by step, Yang Yi cautiously approached the center of the control circle, and only by destroying the last trace of spiritual power left in the flying magic weapon in the Dawn Branch, he could rest assured.

Soon in the center of the manipulation circle, Yang Yi discovered the spiritual power thread of the Dawn Branch.

Different from Yang Yi, the spiritual power thread of this Dawn Branch is like a real person, and the face and body are the same as the virtual image just now, the only difference is the size of the individual.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" the Dawn Branch student sensed Yang Yi's arrival and slowly turned around and asked.

"What do you say?" Yang Yi approached slowly.

"I didn't lie to you, although self-detonation will make my body lose some strength, but it's all worth it. The Dawn Branch student sighed slightly.

As the words of the Dawn Branch students fell, the entire control circle began to vibrate, shaking wildly.

If he has hands and feet, Yang Yi believes that he will not be able to stand firm at this time.

Self-destruct!

This word appeared in Yang Yi's mind for the first time.

He must not be allowed to explode along with the entire flying magic weapon. 、

As soon as Yang Yi's mind moved, three golden spiritual power threads instantly rushed to the side of the Dawn Branch, and a large golden net was instantly formed.

"It's useless, the spiritual power self-detonation is like an entity, and it is not something that your virtual spiritual power thread can control. With a hint of unwillingness, the Dawn Branch laughed wildly, and at the same time, the entire body formed by spiritual power continued to swell.

The spiritual power is formed by self-detonation, and the strong impact force will instantly destroy the center of the entire Beetle Flying Magic Weapon's magic circle, and at the same time, all the bursting magic crystals and weapons will be activated by the self-detonation magic circle at the first time, forming an extremely powerful explosion, and at this time, it just so happens that the armed transport flying magic weapon has rushed to the range of 500 meters of self-explosion attack.

Where is Yang Yi willing to let this tragic thing happen.

The big net quickly contracted, trapping the students of the Dawn Branch Firmly, not only that, but Yang Yi almost released all of his spiritual power, and contracted inward forcefully, controlling the self-detonation bodies of the students of the Dawn Branch.

Without the imaginary penetration, Yang Yi's golden spiritual power thread was also like a real net at this time, firmly wrapping the students of the Dawn Branch, and slowly shrinking inside.

"Impossible, your spiritual power is so fragile, how can you reach the realm of physical attack?" The Dawn Branch student felt the restraint on his body, and immediately shouted in surprise.

"There's a lot you don't know. With a cold smile, Yang Yi continued to shrink, not giving the students of the Dawn Branch a chance, "Even if I die, I won't let you get your wish." ”

Yang Yi laughed, but even he was frightened by this voice, and even he wondered if there was still a violent aura in his heart.

The Dawn Branch student was even more frightened, he even lost the last chance to blow himself up, he knew what awaited him.

"I am the chief guard of Zhou Dekang of the Dawn Branch, if you let go of my spiritual power clone, I promise not to invade the Demigod Academy within ten years, otherwise the Demigod Academy will continue to fight. Although the old man was frightened, he still did not forget to threaten Yangyi.

"Strictly speaking, I'm not a guard, and it's not up to you to decide whether or not the Dawn Branch invades the Demigod Academy, so I beg you, so I might be able to let you go. With an evil smile, Yang Yi increased his restraints, and soon he actually felt that the thread of spiritual power trembled slightly, and the old man's body gradually faded and weakened.

The old man really begged, but at this time, Yang Yi didn't seem to hear it, and devoted himself to the spiritual power thread, and Yang Yi actually felt that there was some more spiritual power in the golden silk thread.

Although the students of the Dawn Branch were spiritual bodies, the essence of spiritual power was extremely similar to Yang Yi's, and Yang Yi actually decomposed and absorbed it under strong oppression.

The unconsciously shackled mental power became tighter and tighter, and Zhou Dekang was also terrified at this time that not only did he not have the ability to blow himself up, but even dying quietly became a luxury, and the loss of that trace of spiritual power made him look at Yang Yi as if he was seeing a demon.

Crazy absorption, Yang Yi was immersed in this wonderful feeling, not only the absorption of spiritual power, but also part of Zhou Dekang's memories entered his spiritual power with spiritual power, and quickly transmitted back to the sea of consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Dekang's humanoid body collapsed, and most of his spiritual power was absorbed by Yang Yi.

"I'll come back for revenge, you remember!" With an angry roar, Zhou Dekang quickly dissipated and was completely absorbed by Yang Yi.

Feeling that his spiritual power had increased a little, especially in the sea of consciousness, there were some more small palaces, which made Yang Yi himself feel surprised.