The fire snake hissed, the heat wave rolled, Wang Yi stood with his sword in his hand, and his face did not change. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The distance of more than 100 meters was very short, and in a flash, in just a few breaths, the ink-colored Yin Fire Snake came to Wang Yi's face, and at this time, Wang Yi seemed to be scared stupid, and did not move.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of the Yin Devil's mouth cracked into a hideous and cruel smile.

The Yin Fire Snake hissed silently, the snake's mouth opened widely, and it bit Wang Yi, and just when Wang Yi was about to die and kiss the snake, Wang Yi suddenly moved.

With a shake of his body and a flash of light, Wang Yi avoided the menacing Yin Fire Snake at the last moment. However, the yin devil who saw this scene did not show the slightest surprise, and some only showed thick ridicule.

That's right, it's a mockery, for Wang Yi's streamer, the Yin devil has already seen it, if the Yin Fire Strangulation is so easy to dodge, then it doesn't deserve to be called a killing move.

The streamer disappeared, Wang Yi's figure reappeared, and the Yin Fire Snake was like a vicious dog that smelled fishy, and immediately bit its tail and pounced.

Looking at Wang Yi who appeared in front of him on the right, the face of the Yin Devil was full of disdain. I couldn't help but secretly think that it was too naïve to think that I would be able to avoid my own killing move in this way, of course, the Yin devil would not admit that he was very hot for Wang Yi's streamer.

Feeling the sharply rising temperature behind him, Wang Yi's face was calm, but despite being shrouded in the crisis, Wang Yi still did not have the slightest distraction, and his eyes were lowered, hiding the strangeness in it.

Fortunately, with the cover of firelight, the broken gold in Wang Yi's eyes was inconspicuous, and it did not attract the attention of the Yin devil.

At this moment, Wang Yi's sea of consciousness was churning, the three rounds of the sun were shining brightly, and the vision of the tiger slaying god was also surging, as if a fierce beast was about to break free from the cage, of course, despite this, the golden book was still as silent as before, like a deep-sea reef, let the wind and rain blow, I stood still.

The flames were churning behind him, and there was calm in front of him, Wang Yi raised his head at dusk and set his eyes on the Yin Devil.

At this moment, Wang Yi's eyes completely changed from broken gold to gilt gold, luxurious and mysterious.

Facing Wang Yi's gaze, the Yin devil unconsciously moved his eyes over and looked at Wang Yi.

Roar, the fierce tiger roared silently, resounding in the sea of Yin Devil's consciousness, shaking his soul. At this moment, the image of a white tiger was reflected in Wang Yiliu's golden eyes. The white tiger fell to the ground with four paws, looking up to the sky and roaring, with an indescribable magnificence.

Ahh

The bleeding of the seven orifices is a true portrayal of the face of the Yin devil at this moment, and sometimes the battle between the divine consciousness is often more fierce and direct than the battle in the ordinary sense.

At this time, although the appearance of the Yin Devil looked very miserable, in fact, the situation in the sea was even more chaotic, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as scattered.

And at this moment, a crisp sword roar resounded through the sky, and the immortal sword turned into a purple sword light and slashed towards the Yin Devil with endless killing intent.

In the face of the cold sword light, the yin devil didn't seem to see it, and stood there in a daze, neither dodging nor defending, it was very strange, giving people a sense of absurdity of stretching out their necks to cut the sword.

Of course, if you look closely at this time, you will find that the Yin Devil is not only bleeding from his seven orifices, but also has blank eyes and dilated pupils, and has lost his mind.

Snort, blood was spilled, the head was flying, and the Yin Devil, who was a monk in the crystallization period, was easily beheaded by Wang Yi, and the whole process was very easy and freehand, without any twists and turns, without any changes, the sword came out and the head fell.

Until this moment, the Yin Devil's eyes were still empty, neither frightened nor remorseful, just like a blank piece of paper, clean and empty.

It can be said that when Wang Yishi displayed the Tiger Spirit to slay the gods, the Yin Devil was already dead, but it was his spiritual wisdom that died, and what was alive was his body.

Of course, the reason why Wang Yi's Tiger Spirit Slashing God was able to achieve such an effect was mainly because the Yin Devil was born in the wild road, and he was completely defenseless against the attack of the divine sense, let alone how to deal with it.

If it weren't for this, even if Wang Yi's divine sense was comparable to the peak of the crystallization stage, it would be impossible for him to wipe out the spiritual wisdom of a crystallization monk with a single blow.

The streamer reappeared, Wang Yi's body shook, and once again dodged the Yin Fire Strangulation from behind him, and this time the Yin Fire Snake did not chase Wang Yi closely, but hit the ground straight.

Boom, the flames rose, and the crackling sound became one, and countless green bamboos were burned to ashes in this sudden fire.

Da ba, the sound of Da Ba's footsteps sounded, Wang Yi held the immortal sword in his hand, and walked out of the flames with slightly vain steps. Under the reflection of the firelight, Wang Yi's face was quite hideous.

A smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, like a terrible ghost in hell, Wang Yi slowly walked to the corpse of the Yin devil and began to pack up his loot.

During the whole process, Wang Yi's movements were unhurried and orderly.

After packing up all his things, with the sound of an eagle's chirp, Wang Yi drove the iron feather crested eagle to the sky and flew towards the vast chaotic sea area.

Standing on the back of the eagle, looking at the Qingzhu Island that was getting smaller and smaller under his feet, the ruddy color on Wang Yi's face faded in an instant, and all that was left was the weak paleness and dripping cold sweat, and even the originally stable breath on Wang Yi's body quickly withered at this moment, falling from the scattered human realm to the mortal realm.

Of course, although Wang Yi's situation looks very bad, Wang Yi's face showed a heartfelt smile, sincere and relaxed, and the whole person seemed to have put down a thousand pounds of burden, relieved.

And after Wang Yi drove the eagle away, three figures appeared in the place where Wang Yi fought with the Yin Devil, and the three people were generally older, and the youngest looked like they were fifty or sixty years old.

The three of them stood separately, each standing in a corner, although the bodies of these three people did not burst out with amazing momentum, but there was an invisible power, which made people dare not be humiliated.

Looking at the raging flames and looking at the corpse of the Yin Devil's head, none of the three of them spoke, but a thick look of shock flashed in their eyes, and it never faded for a long time.

Whew, with a light breath, a thin old man in a black robe broke the silence between the three of them.

"The disciples of the Zhenhai Sect are really extraordinary. ”

The tone is fluctuating, with endless sighs and a trace of regret, of course, this trace of regret is very light, except for the thin old man himself, no one noticed it at all, and this thin old man is Zhou An, the ancestor of the Zhou family, as for what he regrets, it is only he knows, maybe he didn't seize the opportunity to make friends with Wang Yi or didn't help Wang Yi earlier, leaving a feeling, and it may even be that he didn't kill the weak Wang Yi in time just now and seize Wang Yi's resources.

Listening to Zhou An's exclamation, the other two nodded in unison, expressing their inner approval. (To be continued.) )