Sou!

This black spear was condensed by more than 500 inscriptions on the young man's body, and when it was thrown out, it was only about a zhang long and the thickness of his wrist.

But in the midst of the roar, the black spear flashed with a strange ghostly light, as if it had turned into a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing the surrounding dead air, making it thicker and thicker, and finally almost turned into a giant spear.

All this happened in an extremely short period of time, and in the blink of an eye, this giant spear was killed in Jiang Yi's back.

Jiang Yi immediately felt a pinprick in his back, which was unbearable, and he suddenly turned his head to see that all of his eyes were occupied by gunshots, and he could no longer tolerate anything.

"Ming Cultural Soldier, is this the method of a fifth-level Ming Scholar?" he was taken aback, and immediately felt a crisis, and even had an illusion of facing Tianwei.

At this critical juncture, Jiang Yi's eyes showed a fine light, and between retreating, he slapped the storage bag, and suddenly the sword box flew out and fell into his hand.

Airplanes!

He grabbed the sword box, picked his fingers at it, and suddenly a sword intent rushed into the sky, making a loud trembling sound, and then a flying sword suddenly flew out of the sword box, and slashed towards the giant spear.

This is the sword of death.

He would drip blood on the Sword of Death every day, urging his mental power to refine for an hour, and after so much hard work, he finally restored some of the strength of the Sword of Death, and it was already able to operate freely.

At this time, he was killed by the giant spear, and with the power of his ancient gods, he couldn't resist it at all, so he didn't hesitate to use it.

It's a pity that the power of a deadly sword is too weak, and it was instantly shot away by the giant spear, and it couldn't shake the giant spear at all.

"Go!" Jiang Yi's eyes flashed, and his mental power quickly spread, and his mouth said quickly, while his fingers continued to stir in the sword box.

Whew!!

Three sword lights rushed out, instantly turning into three flying swords and four life-killing swords, all of which were unleashed in an instant, forming a fierce life-killing sword array, sweeping out bursts of cold qi and facing the giant spear.

Click!

The giant spear trembled violently under the attack of the deadly sword array, and then countless sword marks appeared, these sword marks became deeper and deeper, and instantly turned into cracks, and finally with a bang, the giant spear suddenly collapsed, turned into inscriptions again, and returned to the young man's side.

"What kind of attack is this?" the young man took a few steps back, looking at the deadly sword array, his heart shocked.

In this Yin Si realm, there is no flying sword at all, and it is really unbelievable that it can break his inscription spear.

He took a step forward, came to the edge of the Wind Training Plain, looked at the figure that had escaped like a fly, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the pursuit, and turned to leave in a state of apprehension.

Jiang Yi completely unleashed the Deadly Sword Formation, and after breaking the giant spear, he turned around and flew back without hesitation, without a bit of love.

The fifth-level Mingshi is much more powerful than he imagined, although he has the ability to kill it, it will not be so easy, I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to do it.

If the sixth-level Mingshi and seventh-level Mingshi of the Immortal Clan, the more powerful existence were lured out and trapped, it would not be good, I am afraid that there will be worries about life, so he did not hesitate and retreated decisively.

This plain has indeed been completely ruled by the Dead Clan, and outsiders entering it will be in unimaginable danger, especially the ancient gods and ancient demons.

Fortunately, he followed the little boy here and did not go deep into it, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He continued the way he came, turned back the same way, and ran out of thirty miles in one breath, and after making sure that the fifth-level Ming Shi was not chasing, he was completely relieved, put the sword box in his hand into the storage bag, and sat down to breathe.

"I have now cultivated the second transformation of the ancient gods, the blood spirit has changed, and I have become a two-star ancient god, and I have mastered the power of the four galaxies, and I can easily kill the fourth-level Mingshi!"

He began to sum up the gains and losses of this battle, and thought about it in his heart.

The realm of the Dead Clan is divided according to the number of condensed inscriptions, and every hundred inscriptions is a level, which is a completely different system, but the strength is not trivial.

If it is compared with the realm of the desolate clan, the third-level inscription is equivalent to the eightfold transformation of the gods.

The fourth-level inscription has mastered the means of inscription armor gathering, and his strength is between the eightfold of divine transformation and the ninefold of divine transformation.

And the fifth-level Mingshi can use the inscription culture as a weapon to kill the enemy, which is comparable to the realm of divine transformation and ninefold.

If it is compared with the realm of the human race, the third-level Mingshi is equivalent to the realm of the three qi of the third step of rebirth, the realm of the five qi and the three qi, the fourth-level inscription is the realm of the four qi, and the fifth-level inscription is the realm of the five qi.

Therefore, Jiang Yi guessed that the sixth-level inscription had condensed more than 600 inscriptions, and was equipped with supernatural powers, how strong was that power? I'm afraid it was similar to a half-saint.

What about the seventh-level Mingshi, the eighth-level Mingshi, and the ninth-level Mingshi?

Jiang Yi didn't know how many levels of Mingshi existed among the Underworld Clan, but if he thought about it carefully, he was a little creepy.

But fortunately, he managed to escape from the Wind Training Plains, and there was no danger.

"One hundred and twenty-eight!" Jiang Yi muttered to himself as he felt that the number above his head had turned bright red.

This number means that he has killed one hundred and twenty-eight Immortal Clansmen, although the first six came from him killing Zhuoya, but it is about the same.

He remembered that the number had originally been gray and white, but since he killed Teng Chong, the color of the number had changed and gradually turned red.

Especially killing Shunzhen and Bingli, it made this number turn bright red all of a sudden.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed slightly, and he vaguely seemed to understand the reason why the number turned red.

But the Immortals felt his presence