Wen Yiming knew that he was invincible and revealed his identity was also a helpless move, he knew very well that Shu Jianfeng's desire to kill him was no less than his desire to kill the other party, but if he weighed it on the ancient cold stone, he was really crazy to escape, and Shu Jianfeng was very likely to turn back to the cold stone cave.

He must use this only identity that can make Shu Jianfeng not give up to lure the other party away, and buy time for the Eight Tartars and Zhan Tai, the Cold Stone Cave has appeared in the strange land tracking of his oracle, in fact, it is biased towards dangerous places, with the strength of the Eight Tartars, he has no time to deduce, because his straight line detection cannot go deep, and only with the map information provided by the strange tracking, he cannot know the difficulty of it.

Another reason, he has to find a way to drag Shu Jianfeng, if the other party really turns around and walks away with an incomparably pure demonic qi in the four domains, it will be like a dragon entering the sea, he believes that it will not be long before the Tianci Continent will not be able to see the sunshine, and it will be completely covered by demonic qi.

Wen Yiming saw the ecstasy in Shu Jianfeng's eyes, and knew that he had made the right bet, and the identity of the Zu'an Patron Spirit made Shu Jianfeng temporarily ignore the ancient cold stone, that was because the relationship between humans and demons and the Zu'an Patron Spirit was the nemesis of life and death.

If there is any connection between the two, it can only be said that each is the natural enemy of the other.

Both of them knew these supreme and secret information, Shu Jianfeng naturally didn't want to let Wen Yiming live in the world, the ecstasy in his eyes and the explosive killing intent had already shown his determination, and killing Wen Yiming was the most important thing.

In an instant, Shu Jianfeng's temperament after the ecstasy suddenly changed, he was no longer gentle and elegant, his face was black and overflowing, looking mysterious and weird, and his eyes were distorted, as if he was about to open the gap in the bloody handprints of his eyebrows.

Not good! Wen Yiming raised his hand to touch out the still water of washing, and drank wildly without caring about the heartache, Shu Jianfeng was summoning the remaining clones, he must recover the true yuan as soon as possible, it is impossible to resist just relying on the dragon lance to be unyielding, and the previous use of a single green dragon seal is not only to suppress the dead grudge of the clone, but also because a single six divine seal does not affect the sharing time limit, as long as the ability is enough, it can be cast one by one in a day.

True Yuan and spiritual power recovered quickly under the moisture of the still water, coupled with the recovery amount of Zixia Mixture, Wen Yiming's heart was a little calmer, and a combination of gun intent erupted, and he fought and retreated under the huge claws shrouded in the opponent's demonic energy, approaching the southwest Locking Heaven Sea.

Wen Yiming's True Yuan grew slower in the dragon spear bombardment, and although Shu Jianfeng's demonic qi could not demonize him, it could corrode the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, and even made the air feel like it was corroded and exploded.

"Devouring Realm!"

Wen Yiming breathed in the demonic qi flowing around, feeling disgusted, his heart was stuffy, and the information in his mind was speechless because of the information that emerged from the soul stealing scroll and the oracle's eyes.

Devouring the realm, the demonic qi devours the opponent's true element and spiritual power, and it is used by me, and can corrode the heaven and earth vitality, so that the realm forms a transformation space for the qi of dead resentment, and there is no heaven and earth vitality in the entire devouring realm.

Wen Yiming was almost so angry that he shook his head, this was almost the recovery endurance of the severed hand, but Shu Jianfeng, who had the devouring domain, was constantly energized, theoretically it could be infinitely endured, how could he be calm.

Snorting coldly, Shu Jianfeng didn't even bother to give alms with a sneer, his palms kept shooting out in the pursuit, turning into huge claws to lock on to Wen Yiming, showing his homicidal heart to Zu'an's patron saint.

Predators, must die.

If he doesn't die, he won't be at ease!

Shu Jianfeng did not hide his fear of Zu'an's patron saint at all, and wanted to kill this dangerous factor.

The more he understands Shu Jianfeng's combat power, the more Wen Yiming feels powerless, the compressed cultivation mode of the Grievance Codex makes Shu Jianfeng's true yuan several times stronger than him, the other party is only the Extreme God of War Great Perfection, and the fifth layer of his God of War has been completely suppressed, if he waits for the other three clones to come and fit, needless to say, it is also the early stage of the peak God of War, and he will no longer have the power to resist.

The doppelganger can't cast a thousand miles to fit, he can only approach the deity at the fastest speed, Wen Yiming estimates that there is still a certain amount of time, Shu Jianfeng came from the northern Xinjiang, whether he uses a thousand miles to fit and go to the Western Regions or the Eastern Forest, there is always an area that has not been set foot in, and it takes a lot of time to cross the domain to come and fit.

Feeling the space getting heavier and heavier, Wen Yiming hurriedly revitalized the killing intent realm, and a killing intent suppression was exerted on Shu Jianfeng's body.

"It's worthy of being the patron saint of Zuan, haha!"

In the midst of the hideous laughter, Shu Jianfeng was shocked by the sudden fall of the cultivator, and he laughed instead of anger, and the speed of the pursuit was slightly stagnant, and he obviously felt that his strength had plummeted.

'Peng ——!'

A dark golden curtain of light shook open, and the Code of Resentment appeared in Shu Jianfeng's hand, and in the spread of his circle of light waves, the fall of cultivation was actually alleviated.

Wen Yiming was not too surprised, how could the Demon Clan's Holy Scripture, the existence of infinitely close to the artifact, not have a divine effect, what was expected, and even he was ready to witness the appearance of more magical effects.

In the next second, in his teleportation, the Code of Resentment suddenly became larger, and a page suddenly opened in Shu Jianfeng's hand.

'Buzz ——!'

A dark golden curtain of black gas shot out from the pages of the book, like a golden road spread out in the void, crushing towards Wen Yiming, at the same time, a handleless broken knife was born out of thin air in the light curtain, the blade was bloodstained, and it seemed to teleport in the golden road in the automatic rise, directly appearing in the sky above Wen Yiming, and immediately slashed down.

With a roar, the dark golden light curtain burst open, and the black qi shot in all directions, and the power of the blade seemed to open the heavens and the earth.

The dragon spear provoked, and in the sonorous sound, the buzzing trembled, Wen Yiming almost wanted to be slashed by this vulture and the dragon lance was out of his hand, and a mouthful of bloody breath surged, and he shot the dragon spear frantically towards the rear in the gap.

"Prodigal son, let Huang Jie find the angry axe to the southwest to lock the sky in the sea, and ——! quickly"

Wen Yiming forcibly pressed the bloody throat, and in the midst of being bombarded, he lowered his voice and grabbed time to inform Cui Lang with a secret sound card that he couldn't kill Shu Jianfeng, and he had to find a way to trap the hope of this demon clan, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Putting away the secret sound card, sensing that Shu Jianfeng was already following, and the Code of Resentment was about to turn the page again, Wen Yiming felt a chill in his heart, and the wind was running wildly, running towards the deserted place.

"Humph——!"

Shu Jianfeng suddenly snorted coldly, and the second broken knife appeared on the dark golden light curtain in the page again, the blood stains on the blade were even thicker, and the almost dripping was real, needless to say, this second knife will be even more powerful.

Perception swept over Shu Jianfeng, Wen Yiming sensed that the other party's consumption was also very huge, and his fingers trembled slightly, it seemed that the skill of using the Code of Resentment to cast this kind of phantom broken knife was also somewhat limited to him.

This reassured Wen Yiming a lot, if he had been unleashing the Phantom Broken Knife without limitation, each knife would be more fierce than the other, and he would be slashed if he couldn't delay the sea area of the locked sky.

The second knife fell, Wen Yiming was blasted away again, with the strong Shura battle body, he was still slightly injured, but his arms were already extremely sore, if it weren't for the devouring of the white tiger by the six gods, I am afraid that the tiger's mouth would be shaken open.

(End of chapter)