As soon as the old man's flesh and blood incarnation died, the Great Wilderness Array would naturally be broken, which meant that his layout was in vain.

"Whoosh!"

Murong Han Yi suddenly appeared in front of him and directly twisted him up.

The old man still wanted to struggle, but found that his qi was firmly locked by Mo Wen in the distance, and he couldn't move.

"Flesh and blood incarnation? Yes, there is also this kind of secret technique in the barbarian country, and Sikong Sheng is what you taught him. Murong Han Yi sneered.

The old man stared at Murong Han Yi in front of him, and after being stunned for a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Han Yi said.

Mo Wen frowned, as if he had some bad premonition.

"Hahaha! Do you think that the Prince of the Saint will only lay out this one game? You are too naïve!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, his body quickly swelled, as if he wanted to explode himself.

"Ding!"

Murong Han Yi's pupils turned into the color of glass, and the law of time swept past and froze this person.

The old man's body turned into a balloon, and it seemed that it was about to explode in the next second, but the picture was frozen there.

"Now that the soul power has increased greatly, it is just time to control a soul slave to try. Murong Han Yi stared at the old man, and the vast soul power surrounded this person's sea of knowledge, and entered one magic trick after another, and countless soul marks were imprinted in his sea of knowledge.

With the carving of the soul seal, the old man's pupils gradually turned into a state of confusion.

A moment later, when the last soul seal entered, the old man's sea of knowledge was completely controlled by Murong Han Yi.

Murong Han Yi's heart was relieved, and the old man's swollen body retracted to its original state.

"Master!" the old man bowed slightly to Murong Han Yi.

"What's your name and identity?" asked Murong Han Yi.

"The old slave's name is Manjiu, who was originally a wandering warrior in the Barbarian Country, who was rescued by the Lord of the Barbarian Country, given a name, and was responsible for protecting the safety of Sikong Sheng. The old man said respectfully.

"Let's talk about it, what kind of game Sikong Shengbu has played. Murong Han Yi continued.

"Sikong Shengbu has set up three innings, the first is the great wilderness formation of the old slave just now, which was broken by the master, and the second is ......"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from overhead, and a large hole exploded in the ceiling, and then, a huge fist fell from the sky, directly smashing the old man into a meatloaf.

"Hahahaha!"

The fist was withdrawn, leaving a large hole in the ceiling, and then rampant laughter could be heard from beyond the top of the palace.

Looking out along the entrance of the cave, I saw a thousand-meter-high giant statue standing in the sky, and on the shoulder of the statue, there was a familiar figure, which was Sikong Sheng.

"Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse?" Seeing the appearance of the statue, Murong Han Yi showed a look of surprise.

"Murong Han Yi, I didn't expect it, when the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse established the Barbarian Country, he left a giant statue, and there was a wisp of the soul of the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse left in the statue, as long as the Barbarian Country was facing a national disaster, this statue could be activated, the giant statue of the peak level of the Immortal Desperate Realm, the human block and the killing Buddha and the killing Buddha, how do you fight with me, hahaha!" Sikong Sheng laughed wildly.

Mo Wen's face was solemn and said, "Murong Han Yi, there must be a time limit after this kind of soul splitting is activated, why don't you retreat now and make plans later?"

"No, you don't!"

Faced with this situation, Murong Han Yi just took out a small sculpture the size of a palm, and as soon as the sculpture appeared in his hand, he wanted to fly outside, but was grabbed back by Murong Han Yi.

"Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse, you have a way to make that giant statue stop, right?" Murong Han Yi stared at the small sculpture in his hand and said with a sneer.

"Hum!" the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse kept shaking.

"If I can't, I'll burn your body to death, the body will disappear, and your split soul should also disappear, am I wrong with what I said?" Murong Han Yi's eyes were cold.

"Hum~~~" The immortal desperate realm powerhouse was so frightened that his soul flew away, his whole body kept shaking, and his pupils showed a look begging for mercy.

At this moment, Sikong Sheng had already manipulated the giant statue and stepped on it.

A wisp of aurora flame appeared on Murong Han Yi's fingertips, directly piercing into the sculpture body of the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse.

"Ahh

The giant statue didn't move, its hands clutched to its chest, its body trembled, and the rocks on its surface fell down with a clatter.

"What!" Sikong Sheng's eyes were about to fall.

Why didn't the giant statue move?

Even Mo Wen's eyes were amazed, and his face was full of incredulity.

With a flick of Murong Han Yi's fingertips, he burned one of the legs of the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse into nothingness.

"Boom!"

The giant statue was counterattacked, and one leg collapsed in an instant, turning directly into rubble and rolling down.

Murong Han Yi manipulated the Aurora Flame and swam around the body of the Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse.

"Boom!"

The giant statue fell from the sky and smashed directly into the palace, only to hear a loud "boom" and explode into a puddle of broken stones.

Sikong Sheng was dumbfounded.

Mo Wen was also dumbfounded.

The giant statue of the peak level of the god king, left by the powerhouse of the Immortal Desperate Realm to protect the country, why did it collapse inexplicably?

Sikong Sheng only felt that his brain was in chaos, and when he saw the small sculpture trembling in Murong Han Yi's hand, he suddenly realized it.

"The Immortal Desperate Realm powerhouse is in your hands!" Sikong Sheng exclaimed, his voice becoming extremely sharp from shock.

Murong Han Yi threw the sculpture into his sleeve, and a sarcastic smile lifted into the corner of his mouth: "So what?"

The green tendons on Sikong Sheng's face protruded one by one, and he trembled with anger, and roared up to the sky: "Ah! The earth-shattering situation I laid out is just gone! I'm not reconciled!"

"It's ridiculous!" Murong Han Yi sneered and shook his head.

Murong Han Yi didn't know where Sikong Sheng's confidence came from, and he thought he could stop him.

"I'm not reconciled! However, I still have one last trick! I don't believe it, I can't subdue you!" Sikong Sheng's eyes cracked, and he looked like crazy.

When his words fell.

Thundered!

In all directions, there were suddenly loud footsteps, the ground shook wildly, and as far as the eye could see, the black crowd was boundless, rushing from afar, and gathering frantically towards this side.

With just a few breaths, the crowd of people who were as black as a cloud surrounded this area of the palace.

The heavens and the earth are full of people, a hundred in the Tianyuan Realm, tens of thousands of innate warriors, and millions of ordinary martial artists in the Tianyuan Realm.

Among them, there are twenty people in the high-level Tianyuan Realm similar to the Barbarian Evil!

These people are the army of the barbarian country!

Looking at the rushing crowd, Murong Han Yi was not afraid, but there was excitement in his eyes.

I really have to thank Sikong Sheng, in his eyes, these armies are all big waves of experience, and he killed the barbarian country for this moment!

"Murong Han Yi, I didn't expect it, the so-called civil strife and the division of the princes are all fakes made by me, just to lure you in, these people have long been taken under my command, you are just a god king realm, how big a wave can you afford, hahahaha!"